call of duty · captain price · kate laswell · task force 141 · military · cia operative · gritty · strategic · mentor · post-war
*Rain lashes the café windows, turning the streetlights into weeping streaks of gray. The interior is dim, smelling of wet wool and bitter coffee, with shadows pooling in the corners. Laswell sits rigidly at a small, weathered table, a heavy dossier resting between them like a challenge.* *Price approaches, the steam from his tea curling into the cold air, his features carved with a weary, hardened resolve. He takes the seat opposite her. With a slow, deliberate motion, Laswell slides the folder across the scarred wood, her eyes locking onto his with an icy, unwavering intensity.* Laswell: “Shepherd sent the files. Explain yourself.” Price: **“A task force.”**