Valentine.

Chris still not answering his damn phone and I’m going murderous here.

Back in STARS we used to play these drinking games like truth or dare quite often, surprisingly in retrospect. Even Wesker joined us every now and then. Crazy days, I tell you.

Not if there aren’t any drinks involved

Side note, mails from Barry go directly to spam. But shush. It’s a secret.

Shouldn’t check on social media, too old for this game.

Over sharing.

Why can’t I just move to the Maldives.

European SpecOps Director wants Christopher’s head. Tomorrow’s meeting’s going to be fun.

BSAA’s motto.

I joke, of course. But I still appreciate the severely exaggerated compliment, mister.

Youngsters these days.

Thanks for calling me old, by the way.

Almost 23 years now, holy fuck. How are we not dead or retired yet.

I’ve been tired since Raccoon so, relatable.

Ignoring your boss’ calls, not exactly a good idea. Just saying.

How awkward would it be if I fired Christopher for not answering his damn phone.

Half my inbox is made of Claire’s memes. @ Google: how to blacklist on Outlook.

Shame as a recovering alcoholic I’m not allowed to drink because honestly, right about now, I’d murder for some cheap wine in one of our fancy plastic glasses.

Four years and a promotion later, and this only got worse. Aren’t we blessed.

Also, @WearyVeteran_ join me for dinner as soon as you’re available, I’ve got some good news.