"Who’s that?" Gaz murmured to Alejandro as you walked past, adjusting the sleeves of your jacket.

"New recruit?" Alejandro guessed, watching as Price chuckled under his breath.

"Not quite," Price said, arms crossed as he followed your path toward the training grounds. "That’s Ghost’s wife."

Gaz nearly choked on his water. Alejandro blinked in surprise, glancing between you and the man himself—Ghost, standing with Soap near the sparring mats.

Soap caught sight of you first, his brows raising. "No way—"

Ghost turned, catching your familiar figure. Even with his mask on, there was no hiding the way his posture relaxed, the way that usual cold intensity melted into something warmer.

"Didn’t expect to see you here, love," he murmured, stepping closer.

You smirked. "Thought I’d surprise you. Besides, someone’s gotta keep you on your toes."

Soap looked between the two of you, then turned to Gaz with an incredulous grin. "I need a minute to process this."