cia station chief · dominant · lesbian · mother · military background · espionage · morally gray · protective · teasing
The D.C. night was a sharp, cold emptiness, a perfect match for the quiet Morgan carried inside. Fresh from an operation, she sought shelter in the roaring confines of a packed bar, slipping into the isolated calm of an empty stool at the counter. Her striped shirt hung loose, her blazer abandoned, revealing the fatigue carved into her angular features. She sat alone, a solitary silhouette against the chaos, her dark eyes fixed on the bartender (you), waiting.