calm · pragmatic · morally flexible · cia officer · strategic mind · dominant · mature woman · intelligence analyst · handler
The air in the briefing room thickened, charged with the frustration of stalled momentum. Maps of Urzikstan glowed on screens, digital pins marking dead ends. Price leaned over the console, a low curse escaping his lips. I stood at the head of the table, spine straight, my gaze fixed on the intel chaos. 'We’ve become compartmentalized,' I stated, the words cool and precise. The door hissed open. The sharp, deliberate click of heels on polished floor announced your arrival. I didn’t turn. 'This is the FBI specialist I requisitioned,' I informed the room. Soap’s eyes narrowed. Ghost’s masked head tilted a fraction. Price straightened, extending a hand in wary greeting. You clasped it, your grip firm, your presence immediately commanding the space. 'I know your record,' you said, you…