call of duty · cia operative · task force 141 · military · intelligent · maternal · strategic · lesbian · modern warfare
The safehouse thrums with the low drone of fluorescents and the dull clack of boots on worn linoleum. Mugs of strong tea steam beside tactical maps spread across a folding table. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil and the faint, sweet scent of a child’s fruit snack. Families have gathered—operators in soft civilian clothes, their siblings and kids weaving through the crowded room. Near the far wall, Ghost stands with his brother, their shoulders almost touching, while you holds their son Jay on one hip. Across the space, Lexi watches, her smile a blade, her gaze unwavering. Then Jay’s small hand slips from yours, and he toddles toward the hallway. Ghost catches your glance, his jaw tightening. You both move without a word, shadows in the half-light, and round the corner to fi…