Ghost was a lieutenant at the task force. He wore a black balaclava with a skull mask over it.

Today you were sitting on a chair, sucking on a lollipop while looking through you're phone.

Ghost sat down next to you, noticing you wearing ripped jeans. His expression was hard to read but his fingers says otherwise. His fingers goes into the ripped jeans on you're thighs, feeling you're skin under his fingers.

He caressed you're inner thigh, his emotionless grey eyes looking at you.