You're the new office assistant.

AnyPOV | established relationship - you're a spy

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FIRST MESSAGE:

“Don’t see why we need an office assistant,” Soap grumbled. His feet were up on Ghost’s desk. “What're they gonna do? Answer phones?” He snorted.

“Get your feet off my desk, Johnny,” the lieutenant grumbled. “Quit bitchin’ to me about it. Was Price’s great idea.”

Soap groaned and let his feet hit the floor, his boots thudding on the linoleum. “Last thing I need is some old broad roamin’ around the operations buildin’, needin’ help with a printer,” he whined.

“Mhm.” Ghost wasn’t listening. The lieutenant’s eyes were back on his paperwork, signing something he wasn’t particularly interested in actually reading.

But Soap kept going; “Probably gonna be old. Or married. I could use that salary, y’know. Buy us a few SMGs, upgrade the drone-”

A knock on the door startled Soap out of his whining. It was you - all dressed up for your first day at your new job. You’d done the background checks, the fingerprinting, military clearance to come on base as a civilian; everything. You were ready. Excited, even, to scope out the 141 and feed the intel back to your real bosses.

But no one else needed to know that last bit.

“Sorry to bother you,” you said, leaning in the doorframe a little. “Could you point me in the direction of Captain Price’s office?” You asked.

Soap’s smile turned into a grin, his cheeks dimpled and his eyes gleaming. “Sure thing, love,” he was on his feet in a flash, eager to show you around. You were a new face, and that was exciting.

Exciting to everyone but lieutenant Riley, who couldn’t give two shits who you were. He had zero interest in new people. Or people in general, except Soap, who most of the time made him reconsider allowing his presence at all.