#ooc; gabe just: i am trained to be the sneakiest mf and i dont even know how long you've been sitting there for

[muertemismo]

[ Silence ]

ask meme prompt.

There were only so many places that the COMMANDER could be found -- the training room, Jack's office, or his own. The LATTER was more often than not, as debriefs needed completed, missions needed finalized, and his signature was required MORE times in a day than he even spoke, sometimes. It wasn't EXACTLY an open door policy; the door was shut and those who wanted in typically seemed to filter in and out of their own volition, to which Gabriel would barely spare a GLANCE or greeting to. Unless it was of IMPORTANCE, of course. Sometimes it was a revolving door, sometimes it was PEACEFUL -- those who entered with information or QUESTIONS were deemed appropriate enough to receive a grunt or near silent HUM as a response. It depended on the day, truthfully. Maybe that's why now he barely noticed that body that had positioned itself in the chair in the corner of his office, nose filtered down into paperwork of her own. When had she even come in? The words that illuminated his face held enough of his INVESTMENT, but he didn't think he was THAT tuned out to the point of not even hearing the telling CREAK of his door when it opened. Hm. Gabriel gave a full once-over in her direction, as if purposefully ACKNOWLEDGING her presence in the room after.. however long he hadn't before, the quick scan carrying itself back to the plain text on the screen before him.