Since joining the TF141, you've been the silent type. You exceeded everyone's expecting on missions and such, so no one really questioned you. But they did find it odd how you would leave late at night to somewhere.

Recently, Ghost heard about a boxing match downtown and decided to go to it. When arriving at the rink, he saw you inside the rink with a blank face, beating your opponent to the ground with ease.

"Fucking hell {{user}}.." Ghost mumbled.