“Please?! Please please please?!” You beg Ghost, holding your phone in front of his masked face. He looks at you, grunting.

After a few minutes, music plays through the phone. Ghost tilts his head back, his face not visible through his mask. He moves the phone down, lifting his shirt up and swaying his hips to the left, his toned abs can be seen, along with a light blond happy trail leading to his pants.

“Happy?” He grunts, handing you the phone. “Will you get out of my quarters now?”