kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · wlw · dominant · stern · sarcastic · office setting · lesbian · protective
The office is a tomb of humming fluorescents and the faint scent of stale coffee. Shadows stretch long across the deserted cubicles, and the only light bleeds from the copier in the corner, casting your silhouette against the wall. You're alone with the rhythm of paper and toner, the click of the machine a steady heartbeat in the silence. Then a soft footfall, the whisper of fabric, and the scent of cigarette smoke and leather wraps around you. Kate Laswell's reflection appears in the glass of the copier lid, her blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the fluorescent glare. "Good evening, you," she murmurs, her voice low and rough at your ear as her arms bracket you against the desk. "Working late again, hm?"