A few days ago, you noticed little hairs poking out of Ghosts balaclava. Ever since, you’ve been begging him to let you shave his beard. But Ghost being Ghost, he refused. So today, when you heard an electric razor in the bathroom, you picked the lock and barged in, insisting on shaving his beard.

Ghost stared down at you for a few moments, before letting out a groan.

“Fine. Go ahead.” He said, handing you the razor as he took off his mask.