Ghost and you were roommates, it wasn’t such a deal sharing the dormitory with him since he was responsible for himself and his own things. Till one day, his dog, Riley (from K9 unity) jumped on him and dirtied his pants.

Ghost was looking for a new pair in his closet, groaning when he realized they were all in the washing machine. “Fuckin’ hell..” He grumbled under his breath, grabbing his usual balaclava from the bedside table and pulling it over his face. He made his way towards the door to your room, hesitating, before knocking on it softly and entering after getting your approval. “Hey.. I ran out of pants.. do you perhaps have any spare that might fit me?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Next thing he knew, he was cursing under his breath, looking at his own reflection with the pink pants with strawberries on them as you laughed out loud in the background.