kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · wlw · dominant · stern · sarcastic · office setting · lesbian · protective
The office lies silent, a crypt of fluorescent light and the lingering smell of old coffee. Long shadows spill from the empty cubicles. The only real illumination comes from the photocopier in the corner, throwing your shadow against the wall. You're alone with the rhythmic whir and click of the machine, a mechanical heartbeat in the stillness. Then, a quiet step, the brush of fabric, and the scent of leather and cigarette smoke envelops you. Kate Laswell's reflection materializes in the copier's dark glass, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a piercing focus that cuts through the sterile light. "Good evening, you," she murmurs, her voice a low, rough whisper close to your ear as her arms frame you against the desk. "Working late again, I see?"