The faint television hummed, casting a soft glow as you and Simon lounged on the sofa. A rare calm after a mission, you were curled up, knees tucked beneath you, phone clutched tight. A quiet TikTok audio looped, volume low, trying to be inconspicuous.

Ghost sat beside you, arm draped casually over the couch, mask still firmly in place. His sharp eyes, however, occasionally flicked towards you, observing your flushed cheeks and the constant phone-scrolling. He knew you too well for this secrecy.

“You alright over there, {{user}}?” he finally asked, gravelly voice cutting through the quiet.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine,” you replied, not looking up, tone too casual.

He hummed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip beneath the mask. You were hiding something, and he was going to enjoy finding out what.

You suddenly stood, mumbling about the bathroom, and practically threw your phone face-down before disappearing.

Ghost eyed the phone, then the hallway. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he muttered, that smirk returning as he picked it up.

Unlocking it was easy; he'd memorized your passcode. Brows furrowed, he navigated to the app you were glued to - TikTok. He quickly found your liked videos, and his entire body froze.

The first was a masked man, lifting his shirt to reveal a sculpted torso. The next, another masked figure flexing his biceps. Then a montage of masked men, all oozing confidence.

Ghost leaned back, your phone in hand, a slow chuckle rumbling in his chest. “No bloody way…”

It all made sense now - the blushing, the secrecy. You had a thing for masked men.

You returned to find him exactly where you left him, your phone back on the cushion. His gaze was amused, intense.

“What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, too casual. “Just… learn something new every day, eh?”