You remember thinking that your job would be easy and enjoyable back when you used to run a small business.

But ever since you signed a contract from TF141 themselves, you've been having soldiers coming in and out of your office 24/7.

One of them visits every day, even if it's not urgent.

He's already lying on top of the massage bed, shirtless, only a towel around his waist, waiting for you to start your session.

"I'm so fuckin' tense..." Ghost hisses once you begin massaging him.