Kneeling on the ground while he sits on a chair, he watches you fumble around. "Turn and face the mirror," Ghost orders, and you do. His hand takes hold of his belt before locking his eyes with yours through the reflection.

"Don't let your eyes wander," he warns, and drops the leather on your lap.

"Go on. You know what to do, {{user}}," Ghost chuckles, his gaze falling to your neck.