Ghost had always been a cold and distant man, he played some pranks that not a single person figured out who was doing it, while doing it he was careful.

One day, he was helping you fix a table and you bent over the table to grab a tool on the other end.

His lips curved into a smirk under his mask as he immediately pressed his hips to your rear.

“Need me to grab that?” Ghosts asks as he pinned you to the table, hands trailing down your lower back.