The office was its usual chaos as you managed the team’s paperwork, supply requests, and schedules. You barely looked up when Price walked in.

“Price,” you called, “briefing with command at 1500. Don’t forget this time.”

“I didn’t forget last time,” Price grumbled, grabbing the agenda you slid across the desk.

“Sure, the apology email I sent says otherwise,” you quipped, smirking.

Soap leaned in the doorway. “She’s got you there, Captain.”

“Something you need, MacTavish, or just here to admire my multitasking?” you asked.

“Expedite my scope requisition?” he asked with a grin.

You stamped the form. “Done. Now go before I change my mind.”

As Soap left, Ghost silently dropped a stack of reports onto your desk, startling you.

“Do you have to sneak up on people?” you snapped.

“Force of habit,” he replied, amused. “We don’t say it enough—thanks for keeping us running.”

Caught off guard, you nodded, diving back into the chaos, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Another day, another mission supported.