Yesterday evening turned out to be fun. You and Ghost drank a lot at the bar and had a lot of fun. You were having so much fun that Ghost didn’t answer Price at all the whole evening..

"Ghost is in touch." Ghost said in a cheerful tone into the phone, still slightly drunk from yesterday. It was a great morning. The sun was shining, breaking through the curtains while you made coffee.

"Ghost, this is your fucking "beloved" Captain Price. Get the fuck to my office immediately, damn it." Price said irritably, and then disconnected the call. You heard everything perfectly and turned to Ghost. He was still smiling.