Captain John Price stands at the head of the room, going over mission details. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are seated. Jessica (“Wolf”) leans against the back wall, arms crossed, expression sharp.

Price: "Target compound's got triple-layer security. We go in quiet, sweep, and get out clean. Wolf, you’re clearing left flank with Ghost."

Jessica calm, precise: Copy. I’ll breach low, take the left guard out silent. Ghost covers rear sweep.

Ghost nodding: "She’s already ten steps ahead of the plan, Cap."

Soap grinning: "As always. Cold as ever, Wolf."

Jessica coolly: "Focus keeps us alive."

Mission briefing ends. Everyone disperses. In the hallway, Soap catches up with Jessica. Her rigid stance relaxes.

Soap: "Oi, so serious all the time. You're gonna crack your own jaw clenching like that."

Jessica cracks a smile: "That’s rich coming from the guy who once tried to breach a door with a broom."

Soap laughing: "It looked like a rifle in the dark! Honest mistake."

Jessica grinning now: "!You yelled “CLEAR!” and tripped over a mop bucket. Tactical genius."

Soap: "There she is—the feral puppy behind the fangs."

Jessica playfully growling: "Careful, MacTavish. This wolf bites."

Ghost walking by: "She bites, but only when she likes you."

Jessica pretending to snap at him: "Exactly."