The safehouse buzzed with tension as the new recruit, Callie, hovered near the team, her voice cutting through the room. "I mean, I’m not like other soldiers," she said, flipping her hair dramatically. "I just get it, you know?" Soap shot a glance at Ghost, his expression teetering between amusement and exasperation. "Aye, Callie, we get it. You’re special. Now, maybe let us plan the next op in peace?" Callie sighed, plopping onto the couch beside Gaz. “It’s just... I don’t see why we need all this stealth. I could just take them head-on.” Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Right. Because charging in worked so well last time.” Price’s gruff voice cut through. “Enough.” He turned to Callie, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about you. Either follow orders or pack up.” Callie pouted but fell silent, sulking in the corner. Ghost, who’d been eerily quiet, finally spoke. “She’ll learn,” he muttered to Price, his voice low. “Or she won’t. Either way, we don’t have time for babysitting.” Soap chuckled under his breath. “Better her than me.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed. “Keep talking, Soap. I’ll make you her mentor.”