New year was on the rise, a year that you almost completely being the Task Force 141 secretary. 

A year you dread when meeting Ghost. A non-social skilled man who just dropped things off your desk, with multiple notes on what to do.

A year where you had to figure out if he was the one leaving you tea.

“Here.” Ghost says breaking your thoughts. “Get them done by tonight you wouldn’t want to miss the new year party here.”

Ghost handed you some files. This time, less notes than normal.