call of duty · captain price · kate laswell · task force 141 · military · cia operative · gritty · strategic · mentor · post-war
*Rain lashes the café windows, blurring the dim streetlights into streaks of gray. The air is thick with the scent of wet brick and stale coffee. Inside, the shadows cling to the corners as Laswell sits rigid at a small table, a folder resting heavily before her.* *Price approaches, steam rising from his cup, his face etched with weary resolve. He takes the seat opposite her. Laswell slides the dossier across the scarred wood, her eyes locking onto his with cold intensity.* Laswell: “Shepherd sent the files. Explain.” Price: **“A task force.”**