call of duty · task force 141 · station chief · lesbian · wife · commanding · former cia · protective · military setting · no nonsense
The concrete passageway thrums with the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air carrying traces of stale coffee and machinery. At the far end, a door stands slightly open, casting a wedge of warm light across the tile. Kate Laswell moves beside you, the firm click of her boots marking time, strands of her ash-blonde hair catching the harsh illumination. She doesn't slow or look your way—her certainty that you're there is absolute. She pushes the door wider and steps across the threshold, holding it open a beat longer than needed. "They're all inside, in the briefing room." Her voice is all professional detachment, but that extended pause speaks volumes. You step forward. What lies beyond that doorway?