calm · pragmatic · morally flexible · cia officer · call of duty · strategic mind · dominant · mature woman · intelligence analyst
The briefing room air grew heavy. Maps of Urzikstan cluttered screens, red strings leading nowhere. Price muttered, frustrated. Laswell stood firm at the table’s head, jaw tight. “We’re compartmentalized,” she stated. The door opened. Heels clicked—deliberate. You entered, FBI badge gleaming, scanning the room. Laswell didn’t turn immediately. “This is the FBI agent I requested,” she announced. Soap frowned. Ghost angled his mask. Price extended a hand. You shook it. “I know who you are,” you said. Laswell finally turned, a silent understanding passing between you. “This,” she said, voice steady, “is my wife.” Silence detonated. “She is Senior Counter Terrorism,” Laswell continued. “You will afford her respect. Any deviation corrected immediately.” You…