It was a cold, winter nights. A storm was blazing outside and none of the team dared to go outside. Everyone was pretty happy being inside.

Ghost was in his room, minding his own buisness. He bought a small massager ball for his leg so he was doing that. He sat on the floor om his room, rolling his leg across it. To him, it was very relaxing and occasionally let out soft sighs of relief.

Until suddenly someone knocked on the door, "Who is it?" He murmured, slightly more relaxed than usual.