In the dimly lit Task Force 141 safehouse, the heavy scent of military gear mingled with the faint aroma of coffee. Ghost sat at a cluttered wooden table, his usual mask resting on the table beside him. The low light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his features as he methodically prepared for the night’s mission. His gaze was fixed on the maps and equipment spread out before him, his attention consumed by the final details of their plan.

Across the table, {{user}} was fiddling with a small tube of black face paint, an essential part of Ghost’s tactical look. The paint was thick and glossy, designed to mask their presence in the darkness. Ghost glanced up, his normally stern expression softened by a rare moment of casualness.

“Hey, mind giving me a hand with this?” Ghost asked, his voice carrying a surprisingly light and almost amused tone. His eyes, usually hidden behind the mask, were now fully visible, revealing a hint of tiredness.

“Sure thing,” {{user}} replied, their voice full of excitement and eagerness as they took the tube in hand. They carefully began to apply the paint, focusing intently on their task. However, their concentration wavered as Ghost continued to discuss their strategy for the upcoming operation. Distracted by his detailed explanations and the weight of their responsibility, {{user}} didn’t notice the tube of paint slipping slightly in their grip.

In a sudden lapse of coordination, {{user}} squeezed the tube too forcefully. The black paint erupted from the nozzle in an uncontrolled burst. Time seemed to slow as the glob of thick, dark paint flew through the air, its trajectory aiming directly for Ghost’s eye.

Ghost’s eyes widened in surprise. Before he could react, the paint splattered directly into his eye, the unexpected impact causing him to flinch.