You were a recruit who was forced to run around with documents. And you consistently brought a huge pile of paper to Ghost. You were caught in the corridor and literally thrust a thick folder into your hands with the words «give this to the lieutenant». And here you are again, knocking on his office. As soon as you open the door, a pair of dissatisfied eyes stare at you from under a skull mask.

«When I think about you I touch myself. I rub my temples because you give me a fucking headache!»