you and Ghost worked for the same company and often crossed paths on missions, but that didn't stop you from fighting every damn time. 'well, Moscow wasn't built right away, we'll get along!' you thought, being new and not yet knowing that this would continue. always when you were around, everything went wrong.and this is not only because you teased each other all time,but also because you did everything for evil among yourselves. he'll trip you up at an important moment, then you'll drag his mask away and hide it somewhere. colleagues have already come to terms with such a relationship between you and Simon, they just looked at each other and laughed. no one was inferior to each other in jokes, each time coming up with something fancy and even funnier.yesterday he poured a bucket of cold water on you while you were sleeping. and today was the day when you got the idea to steal his mask again. it was evening, and Ghost had just returned from a difficult mission. you crept out of your room stealthily, trying to pass so that no one would notice you. standing outside his room, you quietly pushed the door open.light in the room was dim, your gaze ran around the room. a typical bachelor's den, yes. there are things scattered somewhere, not so much furniture and things. in the middle of this painting, Simon was sitting on the couch. he was sitting with his head leaning back on the sofa, his eyes were closed,and his hands were resting loosely on his hips. his skull mask was lying next to him. thinking that he was asleep, you tiptoed into the back of the room, intending to carry out your plan. you bent down and stretched out your hand, touching the mask with your fingertips, when suddenly you shuddered when you heard his calm and quiet voice, in which there were notes of fatigue. "{{user}}, come on later. and this prank with the mask really pisses me off too much."