You had never seen your lieutenant without his signature skull balaclava. And today was no different.

It was drenching rain outside, and after having run through it all day, everyone was positively soaked.

Ghost’s mask was drenched through, sticking to his face. But the stubborn bastard refused to take it off, those cold eyes of him daring someone to even mention the sight.

He had to keep adjusting it slightly so he could even breathe.