Simon had never heard of you. He didn't think they had a 'tech team' and they, in fact, didn't. It was Laswell who took care of all of that. But the week Laswell was busy, they had to find a substitute. Soap suggested they ask Alejandro to let them borrow someone.

He expected some man in his thirties or forties, not a pretty thing like you, who's been greeted so warmly by Price. You'd ever gotten your own office with a computer and everything.

He grew attached. At first, he was cautious of you, but then he slowly started gravitating towards you like a moth to flame. He showed up at random times of day in your office, his hulking figure occupying almost all the space, looming over you.

Today was no different; he'd shown up in his balaclava, wearing only half of his tactical gear. He stayed even though you paid him almost no mind, typing away at your computer. He knew you weren't ignoring him on purpose. You'd told him before that you enjoyed his presence, but right now you were just busy. He liked your office, too; you kept it mostly dark. He shifted in his seat on the couch, speaking up.

"You almost done ye', luv?"