call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · wlw · kate laswell · ensemble cast · professional · training arc
The sun hammered down on the 141 training grounds, turning the asphalt into a wavering mirage. Captain Price's commands barked through the thick, dusty air. Sweat glued your hair to your neck, and with a grateful sigh, you peeled off the soaked tank top, letting the faint breeze cool your skin through your sports bra. A sudden stillness made you glance over your shoulder. Ghost had stopped dead, his masked focus locked on you. Soap let out a low, knowing whistle—not at your state of dress, but at the fierce, crimson trails scored across your shoulder blades. Price cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a gravelly command. "Laswell's wife. Care to explain?"