Call of duty imagines

Laswell [ahead of me]

"You're hurt."

Laswell reached up towards your face, caressing the scar upon your cheek. She was unsure how to present her concern aside from consistent eye contact and her hand remaining on your face.

She was trying to read you, evaluate your thoughts and break you down to a single solution. Not an inch nor a breathe, she remained still and looked deeper.

"Has he been rough on you?"

Her voice was soft, it was rarely ever that she'd speak at a tone any kinder than a slight yell. She continued to hold you, following wherever you head tilted.

"Colonel Blankenship? Never." You defended, after a failed mission in Serbia, with the loss of your team, you were assigned to a new regiment, a place where you belonged, with the others who lost their teams, the people who stood above those of authority.

"I tripped, during field training." You paused trying to present a plausible lie, that hopefully would convince the expert in communications. Though her eyes remained, she was still skeptical, weary of the thought as to how you could've tripped during a routine so engraved in your brain from militant training, that you could practically do it with your eyes closed.

But she wasn't one to push, she respected your decision to not make her worry.

Laswell sighed letting her hand drop from your face, a deep breath followed by the soreness of her throat from the smoking that she promised to quit. "Join me after you've gotten dressed."

Standing up from her crouch position she sifted her weight on her heels, taking a slight spin before leaving the room. A built in routine of someone who spent years of her life training for the CIA.

Watching her figure disappear down the corridor you felt a pit of sorrow for her. Though she tried to smile often and be happy when present, she is just a tired old lady who craves just as much sleep as a baby.

You couldn't even begin to comprehend how difficult it must be to have the entire word rely on you and you only, to have men and women who kill for a living be demanded by a single call.

She was a woman of authority, sternness, order and power.

She is the woman you love.

~~

The evening would only pass by as you found courage to finally leave the suffocating barracks and get dressed to meet Laswell. Taking your cargo pants off you opted for fitted jeans and a t-shirt, simple jogging shoes and a light coat. The winter in the southern most regions were non existent but the harsh winds and cold nights made need of a light coat.

You exited the temporary trailer and walked over to a large tent where Laswell would be waiting.

Her arms where crossed as she stood over a glass table, a touch screen tablet built in, something you'd see in a utopian society crime show. Her eyes would eventually meet yours, softening at the sight of you. "There's a bar in the town near by, let's go there."

You simply nodded, that was always the best place for Laswell to unwind and finally agree to be vulnerable and allow you to protect her.

"Old fashion, easy on the sugar."

The man behind the bar grunted, turning his attention towards the various selection of fine alcohol bottles. You sat down beside her, using the momentum to spin toward the bar. Her hands immediately found your leg as she caresses up and down your thigh assuring you she was there, present in the modern day.

Cigarette between her pointer and middle, she puffed out the intoxicating taste of pure nicotine, a slight cough following as smoke drifted. "You should really stop, it's not healthy."

Taking the cig from her fingers you placed the bud between your lips in taking the same taste. She smirked watching as you finished the cig, the last breath taken as she kissed you taking the smoke from your mouth.

"I'll quit when I die."

You scoffed, "It'll be soon then."

Laswell smirked a bit, almost smiling. "You'll have to help me stop then." Her hand trailed up to your waist pulling you closer to her, your chest resting on the side of hers. Her lips met yours for a moment, hands remaining on your hips as she took the last sip of her drink.

"Not getting anything?" She asked in a hushed voice, alcohol stinging your senses. "Hmm, not in the mood." Laswell nodded tipping her drink toward the bartender signaling for another around.

"We should head back soon. Lights out at 20 hundred." You warned hearing her sigh. "You're with me so it'll be okay." She pulled you closer, you were practically sharing a stool.

"Plus I'm the only one who can punish you." She smirked watching your stare back, uninterested. "Two drinks in and your already dazed huh?" Laswell laughed a bit. "You intoxicated me."

Pushing her off, you slid off the stool walking towards the exit. She watched you, admiring your back, the curves of your hip to the thighs, the tones on your arms as they flexed ever  so slightly from pushing the door. She observed the way the glass door distorted your finger, as you'd only disappear further.

Finally she'd realized that you weren't coming back, as she'd also leave a bill on the bar before waking out. Her eye caught yours, watching the moon shine against your skin.

You were leaning against the car you rode in, arms crossed with your coat lightly draped on your shoulders. "It's cold unlock the car." She chuckled at you. "You left first, not my problem."

Rolling your eyes you opened the car door taking your seat in the passenger waiting for your driver to take her spot beside you.

~~

"Will you sleep with me?" Laswell asked putting the truck in park. She slammed her door shut before running over to your side opening the door for you. "Asking me to sleep with you? How scandalous."

Laswell shook her head before taking your hand in hers. "I sleep better with you beside me."

"You insomniac." You chuckled, walking with her to her quarters. She collapsed onto the bed, taking you with her. That sudden rush of relief put Laswell to sleep immediately as she already felt herself fall asleep. "You're such a baby."

You admired her face, the slight wrinkles that formed at the corners of her eyes. The grey hairs forming from her old age and stress. You tugged at her hair a big taking the moment to truly appreciate her presence, the warmth her body provided for yours.

She shifted over on her side facing you completely, her hug tighter than usual.

"I'll switch you over to Price, he'll treat you with the respect you deserve." Confusion, writing all over your face, you could only beg to know her reason.

"That scar, it was from when colonel hit you wasn't it."

Your eyes widened a bit. "How did you know?"

"Because you are the love of my life, and I will always watch over you. I'm always one step ahead of you."

She was right, she was always one step ahead of you.

~~~

Laswell era?

Love my qwueen <3

I honestly don't know what to consider this...fluff? Slice of life? Just old lady romance?