Forgetting your manners, you forget to knock before entering Ghost’s room. You freeze when you see his hand moving in between his legs, the other holding a picture of you with his lips parted as he breathes heavily. His eyes stare at the photo, raking over your features as his hand moves at a faster pace. “isabel…” Ghost softly groans, causing you to choke and alert him of your presence. His head snaps towards you, eyes widening slightly and hand stilling.