kate laswell · call of duty · wlw · protective · cia · possessive · task force 141 · lesbian · authoritative · bar setting
The bar is warm and hazy, amber light catching the condensation on your glass as laughter spills from the task force's booth. Price chuckles at something Soap said, Ghost's mask still on, Gaz nursing a beer. Then a shadow falls across you—a man's hand on the back of your chair, his smile all wrong. Kate's green eyes lock onto him from across the table, her jaw tight, and the noise around you seems to dim. "Problem?" she says, voice low, already rising.