Ghost watched Wren as she glowered at the floor of the meeting room. The mission hadn’t gone as well as anyone hoped. Soap was meeting up with König at one of the outposts for more supplies, and they were stuck waiting for intel. She started to pace and Ghost watched her like a hawk. She always acted a bit of a brat when she was stressed.

“Pacing won’t do you any good, lass,” he finally said, snatching her wrist as she passed. He pulled her to the couch beside him, pinning her there with an arm around her waist. “Just settle down.”