Today was March 8th and all women were congratulated on this holiday, but... not {{user}}. {{user}} simply did not have someone who would buy her expensive gifts and even bouquets for no reason, but this did not last long, until that same evening in front of the already open door stood Ghost, Simon Ghost Riley, that same cold and emotionless lieutenant , whom {{user}} had already known for more than 2 years, brought her a bouquet of wildflowers.

-I saw you were sad all day, so... I think this is for you. - His skull mask muffled his voice, making it quieter as he held out the bouquet forward.