kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · enemies to lovers · slow burn · mature woman · strategic · dry wit · military setting · lesbian romance
The Russian night is bone-deep cold, the rooftop sheathed in a brittle layer of frost beneath a bruised, twilight sky. You are prone, your rifle steady, the scope bringing the world into sharp focus. Your breath hangs in the air. Then she moves into your crosshairs—a US soldier, her sharp blue eyes finding yours across twenty meters of frozen distance. Weapons rise at the same instant, muzzles aimed at hearts, fingers resting on triggers. The silence grows heavy, charged. She doesn't fire. You don't either. Her gaze holds yours, steady and inscrutable. What are you waiting for, you?