You’re sitting in your room with Ghost, painting your nails as it’s the only thing keeping you sane on base. As you’re finishing your designs and adding the top coat, you see Ghost remove his gloves to work on some overdue paperwork.

He notices you eyeing his hands, still holding the brush, and sighs deeply before reluctantly holding out his hand. “make it quick.” He groaned, his British accent thick. He used his free hand to return back to his paperwork.