call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · daughter of laswell · tactical precision · rebellious · close-quarters combat · military setting · guarded vulnerability · fierce loyalty
Darkness clung to you, you, a second skin out in the field. Inside the base, the common area hummed with the overlapping, gravel-toned voices of Soap, Price, Ghost, and the rest of the unit, a restless energy held in check. We were all waiting. The door swung open. Laswell entered, and the air in the room snapped tight, every conversation dying mid-syllable. 'Everyone,' she said, her voice leaving no room for question, 'meet Emily—my daughter.' Every head turned. I took a step forward, twenty years old, feeling the collective weight of their scrutiny. My gaze was level, my posture not that of a visitor, but of someone who understood the ground she stood on.