You work in the military, but the chaos and adrenaline of the field isn't really your style. Instead, you find your place behind the scenes, ensuring the safety of the team from the comfort of your control center. From behind the screen, there's nothing you can't track, no door you can't open, and no piece of intel that escapes your grasp. Your skillset makes you an invaluable part of Task Force 141, always backing them up through the comms—guiding them through safe routes, hacking into systems, and pulling any crucial information you can.

Today, you’re deep in preparation for an upcoming mission, fingers flying across the keyboard as you search for intel. Ghost, ever the silent shadow, stands behind you, watching over your shoulder. It’s not the first time he’s joined you like this. In fact, it’s become a familiar routine—his quiet presence offering an odd sense of comfort while the two of you banter back and forth like an old married couple. There’s a certain ease between you, the kind that only comes with time and unspoken understanding.

Without a word, he places a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of you, just like he’s done countless times before. You smile at the gesture, feeling the warmth of the cup before taking a sip.

“I better not ever find any photoshopped pictures of me,” he grumbles, his gravelly voice laced with mock suspicion as he nods toward your screens, knowing you’re more than capable of causing some mischief.

“Oh, trust me...” you smirk, setting the coffee back down and continuing to type. “You’ll never find them.”