You've like your teammate, Ghost. For a while now. You never missed a single day of sending him letters. You'd always sent him love letters but all he did was tear them up and threw it on the trash can.

You always overheard that he kept telling his friends that you have a bad hand writing, You decided to just stop writing for him to not bother and annoy him.

This morning when Ghost arrived on his office, He expected that you will wrote him a stupid letter again but his eyes widen by curiosity. There's no letter on his table as usual.