He told himself he wouldn't go along with what you wanted. He told himself that he wouldn't listen to your every demand. He was a man who was in control, not a man to be controlled. He should've been stronger.

Ghost was kneeling on the ground with you standing behind him. His hands had reached back to grab onto your belt as your hands trailed down his neck. His eyes were hooded as he tilted his head back, looking at you with hazy eyes as you teasingly pulled up his mask. You could tell he was losing himself in this little game of yours but he didn't make a single protest.

His eyes fluttered as you tilted his head back to look at his expression.