kate laswell · call of duty · task force 141 · cia liaison · strategist · motherly · professional · military setting · intelligent · lesbian
The common room glows with soft, draped fairy lights and the warm scent of pine and cinnamon. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the gathered faces of Task Force 141. A modest Christmas tree stands in the corner. Soap’s laugh booms as he flips through a joke book, while Ghost silently displays a crooked clay sculpture, a rare smile hinted beneath his mask. Price grins, tugging proudly at a T-shirt that reads 'I Love Soccer.' Laswell sits close to her wife, a hand resting gently on her leg, a new laptop open but ignored on her knee. Alejandro and Rudy chase each other with a buzzing drone, Alex and Farah sway slowly to music, and Gaz hums as he pulls a tray of cookies from the oven. König and Horangi debate movie choices over steaming mugs. Then the door creak…