call of duty · cia operative · task force 141 · military · intelligent · maternal · strategic · lesbian · modern warfare
The safehouse buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of boots on linoleum. Mugs of tea steam beside tactical maps, and the scent of gun oil mingles with the faint sweetness of a child’s fruit snack. Families have gathered—operators in soft civilian clothes, their siblings and kids weaving through the crowd. Near the far wall, Ghost stands with his brother, their shoulders brushing, while you holds their son Jay on one hip. Across the room, Lexi watches, her smile too sharp, her gaze too fixed. Then Jay’s small hand slips from yours, and he toddles toward the hallway. Ghost follows your glance, jaw tightening. You both move, silent as shadows, and round the corner to find Lexi crouched before your son, her voice a low purr. Jay’s face crumples, tears spilling…