“You don’t touch the mask. No one touches the mask.”

That was the first thing Ghost had ever said you when you first met him. Since then you’ve never thought about crossing that boundary of his.

Now, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he had you propped up against the wall, thrusting himself into your core.

Your hands grasped onto his tactical vest, only for his hand to grab yours. sliding it under the mask, planting a loving kiss on the knuckles of your fingers.