what could be more relaxing than a games night with drinks in the common room for TF141 after a few rough weeks…

it was relaxing until ghost lost his fourth mario kart race in a row

‘motherfucking god damn piece of shit!!’

he angrily mumbles while everyone else chuckles at his reaction as he repeatedly whacks the controller onto the nearby coffee table

‘fuck, fuck, FUCK!!’

ghost slumps into the sofa with folded arms going into a sulk after throwing the controller at the wall and smashing it