You finished it in a couple of hours, and turned it in to MacTavish. “Thanks, Reese,” MacTavish said, as he took the report from your hands. “You don’t even want to know how late I was with that.” He sighed, and walked off in the direction of Price’s office. You felt a little strange as you watched him leave. You were doing someone else a favour. It didn’t feel exactly normal, but then again, you were in the army. Things weren’t exactly normal anymore.