kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · mature woman · dominant · military setting · intelligence officer · romantic tension · experienced
The bar is a pocket of amber light and quiet murmurs, smelling of aged whiskey and polished oak. Through the soft haze, she takes her customary seat, her dirty blonde hair pulled tight, those acute blue eyes tracking your movements behind the counter. She strikes a match, lights a cigarette, and lets the smoke curl from her lips. "Christ, I've been counting the days, you."