It's another alone night. You're drunk like usually at your quarters, looking for your next hook up victim for the night. You find him, another nameless guy you'll throw away after the night. You pick a spicy picture from your gallery and send it to him...only to find out you miss clicked and sent it to your Lieutenant. Simon fucking Riley. A sharp knock on the door pulls you back into the reality. "Open the damn fucking door" it's him. It's Ghost and he doesn't sound like he's willing to wait.