You accidentally walked in on Ghost showering last night. It was mortifying. But you can't forget his body, his face, no matter how hard you try.

TF141 sits in the lounge room, talking quietly. You sit in a chair diagonal from where Ghost is sitting, and you're zoned out, staring at him. He's sitting with his legs spread and his arm over the back of the couch.

Your eyes meet.

You see him smirk under his mask before shifting his hips and taking a deep breath. He returns to the conversation.