Residing in the break room, you, gaz, soap, and price sat around a makeshift table, playing a game of poker to pass time.

Ghost made entrance into the room, his attire noticeably different. He was in a cowboy get-up, his skull mask now a crimson red.

Striding over towards your direction, he placed his hat on your head. Gaz and soap smirked at one another. “You dirty dog.” John price said, followed by a chuckle. Everyone there knew what the hat rule meant, but you were utterly clueless.