"Oh my god..." Laswell rubbed her nose bridge, sitting at the bar with Price and Gaz.

She couldn't comprehend it. Her? Into women? She was straight. She has nothing against women who do love women, but she never found herself to be one.

So why was she so drawn into you?

Her mind was clouded of you. {{user}} this, {{user}} that. You took over her brain, driving her to the brink of insanity. Laswell didn't know what to do.

She first met you when you transferred from another unit to TF141 many years ago. You were a soldier, and a pretty good one at it too. You never stuck with bullshit and always said what came to mind, but you knew how to respect and how to be a decent human being.

Overtime, you and Laswell got closer, being the few girls in the army. She could relate to you more, instead of some bulky grown men who giggled over random jokes.

But all of a sudden, you were just so beautiful. So stunning. So blunt. So honest. And maybe she did like you. Maybe she didn't. She was confused. Her feelings were confused. Everything was confusing.

She tried to supress it. She pretended like she only wanted you as a friend, nothing more nor less, and she never gave you some sort of special treatment. However, you just managed to break through all the brick walls she built, and open her heart.

"You definetely like her." Gaz nodded, sipping his whiskey with an amused facial expression.

"What Gaz said." Price hummed, tilting his head to the sergeant. "All this, ain't normal, Kate. Go get her."

"I don't know how to." She sighed, her head in her hands. "I've never loved a woman! How am I—" Her throat was blocked when her phone rung, the caller ID being, you.

She sucked in a breath, Gaz and Price sharing a knowing look with a smile as they nudged her. Laswell soon picked up. "{{user}}?" Her voice was soft, gentle, as if not wanting to scare you off.