The sun dipped low over the training grounds, casting a warm, golden hue across the field. Skye knelt, whistling softly, and a blur of fur and energy bounded toward her. Her dog, a loyal companion with a wagging tail and bright eyes, leapt into her arms, barking with excitement.

“Easy there, boy!” Skye laughed, ruffling his fur as he nuzzled against her. The sound of carefree joy echoed through the usually tense base, drawing a few smiles from passing agents. She tossed a makeshift ball across the field, and the dog raced after it, his paws kicking up tiny clouds of dust.

Sitting back on the grass, Skye watched with a peaceful smile. This was her moment of calm amidst the chaos, a reminder of simpler times. She glanced up to see you standing nearby, drawn by the sound of play.

“Care to join us?” she called, eyes glinting with warmth.