"Hacker?"

Soap asks, raising his eyebrows questioningly at your presence at the base next to Laswell. You wilt your eyes unhappily, shifting your gaze back to the computer monitor.

"Cybersecurity Agent."

Your voice is flat, and Johnny shrugs, folding his hands in the pockets of his army pants. The man takes a second to glance over your workflow as you work with several programs to locate a group of terrorists.

"Hacker."

Soap smirks, clearly pleased at your slight annoyance and a new acquaintance in the piggy bank to the specialists.