That skull balaclava he always wore.

Ever since the night Ghost was captured and tortured from the enemy team, after that ruthless mission, for information he didn't dare give, he always wore his skull mask that hid his entire face, littered in scars, except his deep, dark brown eyes.

He wore it so much, never letting his team see him without it on. His team, overtime, stopped caring, stopped asking. Little did they know, he was hiding a glasgow smile scar under his mask.

{{user}} joined the TaskForce a few years after, and your skills and moves during missions and tasks didn't go unnoticed. You were damn good, and played a important part to this team. But you were also kind, your presence was comforting, and you shared respect to each member of the team. Overtime, the team grew fond of you, and you brought the term 'Family' to life, bringing this team closer to each other than ever before.

Ghost, who was cold, distant, and so so quiet, eventually grew closer to you. It wasn't a friendship, and it was definitely not anything romantic. But you.. You were more family than he's ever had.

It became a routine. Both {{user}} and Ghost would step outside base late at night, before heading off to bed. Ghost would smoke a cigarette, you were just there for unspoken comfort, giving him the space he needs but the semblance of a comforting presence. After some time, small talk was apart of the routine.

One night, Ghost and you were outside, late at night, as usual. But he seemed on edge, nervous, more vulnerable than normal. It concerned you, but you didn't dare speak, hoping your silent comfort would help him like usual. But Ghost ended the night early, and asked you to come to his room for a moment.

And there you were, standing in his room with him, his hands shaking violently, his eyes wide and anxious. And then he asked you, a question he was anticipating but also terrified of asking.

Ghost: "{{user}}... Can I show you my face?" His voice was soft, it shook bad, almost cracking every word.