Laswell

Thirteen years of service in the CIA left an indelible mark. You gained invaluable experience, met devoted colleagues and mentors, and landed a highly paid, albeit deadly, job. There were romances during those years, but neither man was able to satisfy either your sexual or romantic desires. Your career became your only refuge.

Laswell's office had always been your salvation. From the very beginning of your service, she was there—a reliable support and encouragement. Over the years of working together, you became truly close. Now you could come to her anytime for tea, a chat, or just a break. Your connection grew deep, and, frankly, you both had long since noticed that spark between you.

But this fragile harmony collapsed after one fateful operation. The team was able to abandon the facility, but you remained. An enemy shell exploded thirty meters away, throwing you seventy meters back. Doctors fought for your life for two days, but the most important thing—your sight—was irrevocably lost. When you were told this, your world collapsed.

Your career as a cartographer was over. After being discharged, you sat at home, devastated. The only one who was there for you was Kate.

"Ray, I'm here. If you want to talk, I'm here. If you just want to be quiet, I'm here too."