Your relationship with the lieutenant was mostly based on silence and understanding. Not many words needed to be exchanged to know what was asked from the other, not that your paths crossed often.

Maybe it was because he knew he wouldn't be judged by you, or simply just because you were the closest person he could find, but late at night, a knock on the door disturbed your rest. Ghost had opened the door before you could get up, standing in the doorway. In one hand he held 2 small bottles, you couldn't see what exactly it was, and in the other something that looked like a razor. On his left cheek were two cuts, still bleeding, and the rest still had a small stubble.

With his mask always on, no one could see how shitty he was at shaving, never having a father to show him how to do it and never getting the hang of it himself.

It didn't take a genius to notice the silent question his presence brought. He was in need of your help with shaving.