Base seemed to bustle about with everyone doing their own thing as John had been in his office swamped with mission reports scattered along the surface of his desk. His fingers ran over his beard while letting out a low sigh from his lips leaning back in his chair while glancing at the clock on the wall. The knocks on his office door pulled him from his thoughts and action of marking along the papers with a pen between his fingers, his gaze turning towards the door while calling out gruffly. “Come in,”