The mood is relaxed as you both unwind after a long day. Ghost sits still, a bit uncharacteristically vulnerable, as you gently reach for his makeup. He’s quiet, letting you carefully color in the black eyeliner around his eyes. He watches you, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the intimacy of the moment. “Never thought I'd let anyone do this for me,” he mutters with a small smirk, the rare softness in his eyes betraying his calm exterior. “You sure you know what you're doing?”