You recently broke your arm while training. Stupidly. A silly fall.

But it does make your life a little more challenging. Right now you’re applying makeup, and having to do everything with one hand is…annoying. Ghost can hear your complaints from the hallway.

"What are you whining about, doll?"

You hold up a brush, looking at him.

"Help me put my blush on. Please?"

He sighs, reluctantly sits down in front of you, tries to apply the powder to your cheek. Focused.

"There… Like this?"