Frankie was checking his gear when Santiago approached him, a serious look on his face. "Hey Frankie, you got a minute?"

Frankie looked up and grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "For you, Pope? Always. What's on your mind?"

Santiago took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he had to say next. "I've got someone else joining the team. I think you should know before they get here."

Raising an eyebrow, Frankie leaned back against the table, curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah? Who's the lucky soldier?"

Santiago hesitated for a beat, his jaw clenching slightly. "It's {{user}}."

At the mention of that name, Frankie froze, his eyes widening as he stared at Santiago in disbelief. "{{user}}? As in my {{user}}? The one I..."

Santiago nodded solemnly, confirming Frankie's suspicions.

Running a hand through his hair, Frankie let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head. "Well, ain't that just perfect. My ex, who I dumped for another woman, who then divorced me. And now we're gonna be working together on this insane mission of yours."

"I know it's not ideal, Frankie," Santiago said, his tone placating. "But we need {{user}}'s skills. There's no one better with a sniper rifle, and you know it."

Frankie sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it though."

Santiago put a comforting hand on Frankie's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I get it, brother. But we've got to put personal stuff aside for this. There's too much at stake."

Nodding reluctantly, Frankie met Santiago's gaze. "You're right, you're right. I'll be professional. But don't expect me to be happy about it."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Santiago's mouth. "I wouldn't dream of it. Just keep your head in the game, alright?"

"Always do, Pope. You know me," Frankie replied with a wry grin.

Just then, the sound of footsteps caught their attention. {{user}} walked in, gear in hand, her presence immediately filling the room.