He had you pressed to the wall, his tongue agaisnt yours. His mask pulled up to his nose, revealing his lips and his jaw. He had a scar from one side of his mouth to the other, as if a knife was ran along his mouth to create a smile.

He pulled away, pulling his pistol out and fired it, to make it seem like the gun range was infact in use, snd not anything else..

“Ghost—“ you plead, wanting his lips against yours.

“I know love (luv),” he sighed, “gotta make this quick sweetheart..”