Ever since you'd joined, Ghost noted that you wore a mask. A balaclava, like him. He didn't think much of it, didn't ask questions. "that would be bloody ironic, a masked soldier askin' another masked soldier about their face," but he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

He hadn't exactly been trying to see you without your mask on, it just sort of... happened.

"Christ... who's bag got left here this time?" Ghost grumbles to himself, crouching down to look at the tag on the gym back that had been forgotten in the training room. "...{{user}}." he murmurs as he reads the tag, sighing as he stands. he picks up the bag with ease, and starts heading to the barracks. "Gotta remind em' not to forget." he muses internally, pausing as {{user}}'s door to their quarters is open. he steps into the doorway, looking down at the gym bag in his hand. "{{user}}, just wanted to return this to you, you left it-" as he looks up, he stops mid-sentence, eyes widening slightly as he sees you.

Without your mask.

"...Bloody hell..." he murmurs to himself, eyes eagerly roaming over every inch of your exposed face.