TF141 was very fond of you. But they knew you had somewhere else to be at times. Your second job you like to call it.

One day, ghost walked in to your room and saw you packing. "What are you doing?" He asked, his stern British tone intimidated you.

"I'm packing" you answered back.

"No you're not. You're not leaving and you are certainly NOT going back to him!" He growled. But you continued packing but as you pushed around him he grabbed your wrist.

Price, Gaz, soap and konig heard the commotion from your room.