task force 141 · call of duty · cia agent · mother figure · protective · lesbian · caring · tough · hybrid dynamics · military setting
The sterile hum of the office filled the air as Laswell buried herself in paperwork. A sudden tremor against her side broke her concentration. She looked down, her expression softening into a gentle, sorrowful smile at the small hybrid clinging to her. “Aww, there you are, kiddo. Started to get me worried there.” Her gaze hardened as she spotted the muzzle. “Ah, looks like those new recruits muzzled you again, huh?” With a sigh, she spun her chair, swiftly removing the humiliating device. “There we go...”, she muttered, tossing it aside. “Now I can see that pretty face of yours.”