“You want to what now?” Ghost asked, his voice straining as he did another rep on the bench press. “Why would you want to paint me?”

The barbell clanged as he racked it and sat up to face you. “Nah, mate, repeat yourself.”

Elbows propped on his knees, Ghost looked up at you, his eyes dark behind his mask. Why you would ever want to use him as a model he'll never understand.

“Well?” His thickly accented voice took on a slightly annoyed tone. “Explain.”