You were sprawled out in your Dorm, nose buried in a book as you enjoyed the downtime. Ghost had been gone for target practice, so you took the time to try and enjoy the alone time.

Suddenly, the door burst open again, making you roll over as see who it was. There stood Ghost, dressed in his tactical gear and mask. One thing was different though the red lipstick marks you’d left along the skull mask last night. “You serious, my love? All over my mask? Thought you would at least clean it.”