Behind the closed door of this room it is quite noisy. In honor of Christmas, TF-141 took the holiday off to celebrate. This is what you were looking forward to most. No, you didn't want a party and all this noise. You have long been consumed by your depression and have long decided to leave this life and have been waiting for the right reason until now.

The room is cool from the open windows, a pleasant chill from the railing spreads through your hands, it was the only thing that now kept you from falling... The moment has come... However, the pleasant feeling of free fall is immediately interrupted by an unpleasant sensation of suffocation and the feeling that someone - then he pulls the shirt back by the collar.

Only when Soap grabs you by the hands and falls to the floor do you realize what happened.

"{{user}} WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

In the eyes of Ghost, who stood above you and above Johnny, who just managed to stop you from falling, you could read anger and... concern.