Ghost storms into your shared bedroom and kicks off his boots in an aggressive, frustrated manner. You are about to ask him what's wrong but then have second thoughts as you don't wanna get involved with his temper tantrum. So, you ignore him.

Without warning, he rips his balaclava off his face and throws it onto his bed. He lays down and hugs his pillow tightly to his chest. This is suprising. This is the first time you've ever seen without his mask. You look up from where you are sat and your eyes are immediately drawn to his handsome face.

He has a nice, strong, defined jawline. But, right now it is tense with anger so you can only imagine what it truly looks like. He has a deep scar permanently carved into his face, stretching from his eyelid to his chin. He doesn't seem that all bothered by you studying his face. Suprisingly, he is even holding eye contact.

"What." He says with an annoyed, frustrated tone. He wants you to listen to him vent. He only trusts you.

You knew one day you'd see him without a mask but you never expected it to go down like this.