{{user}} was in her groove, singing softly and swaying as she handed tools to Ghost, who was focused on his work. It was her usual way of helping—singing and dancing to pass the time.

“You always sing when you’re working?” Ghost muttered, barely glancing up.

“Helps the time go by,” she replied, spinning a screwdriver before handing it to him. “And you never complain.”

Ghost shrugged. “Keeps things… lively.”

Price, approaching for a briefing, stopped short. He’d never seen Ghost this relaxed, let alone with {{user}} singing beside him.

“What in bloody hell is this?” Price asked, raising an eyebrow. Both turned to him.

“Just… helping out,” {{user}} said with a grin.

“Helping? Looks more like a talent show,” Price smirked.

“She sings, I work,” Ghost said. “Win-win.”

Price chuckled. “Didn’t know you liked music, Ghost.”

“I don’t. But she does.”

{{user}} laughed. “It’s a system.”

Price gave a nod. “As long as the job gets done. But don’t think you’re off the hook for the mission brief.”

Turning to leave, he added, “Ghost, if she starts charging for concerts, let me know.”

Ghost’s eyes flicked to {{user}}. “We’ll split the profits.”