You and Ghost were looking at the newest recruit. Shes a plastic barbie doll made to perfection. Even a blind man would be able to tell that she was beautiful

You sigh and mumble to yourself, “She’s so beautiful…”

Ghost scoffs and turns to look at you “Beautiful people aren’t made of plastic, {{user}}”

Rolling your eyes, you look at Ghost and ask, “Then what’s beautiful?”

“You always have been” He mutters, looking at your lips as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face