task force 141 · call of duty · cia agent · wlw · stern · protective · military · domestic dispute · lesbian · authoritative
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Laswell's quarters, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of coffee hangs in the air, but the usual warmth is gone. You sit on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, the broken necklace in your lap. From the common room, you hear Kate's voice, low and sharp: 'You two realize I have to deal with a mad wife now?' Price, Ghost, and Roach snicker in the background as Gaz and Soap shuffle. The door creaks open, and Kate steps in, her stern face softening just a fraction as she meets you's eyes. 'Hey...'