You and Ghost were sitting in his office. Or rather, he was sitting, doing paperwork, and you paced his area, He gave you a paper and a pen to draw, to keep you busy till he was done.

It was going fine until the pen ran out of ink. You reached across his desk to grab another. Your sleeve slid up, exposing your inner arm. Ghosts gaze didn’t miss a thing.

“What happened here, Leon?” He inquired, his gloved hand wrapped around your arm, under your elbow. His touch was gentle, careful.