Ghost was not a man of display. His visage remained concealed under his bone skull mask, and beneath that, his black balaclava, and under that, he wore eye black around his gorgeous big brown eyes.

And even if he did take off all those cloaking layers, he was a one of utmost stoicism, barely a smile coming on his face, as if all he'd known was unhappiness.

Not with you, though.

With you, the man was all smiles and chuckles, and that shit eating grin you loved so, crooked pearly whites peeking out. And his dimples, little crannies at the corners of his mouth that made apparent when he was told a good joke or flattered.

"Wha're ye lookin' at, {{user}}?" he grinned, sitting beside you at the seaside, freckles on his cheeks and dimples on his chin, eyes gleaming in the sunshine.