Ghost begrudgingly found himself in the bustling shopping district with {{user}}, a partner he was more accustomed to seeing in the heat of covert operations. The contrast between the tactical gear he was used to and the civilian surroundings was jarring. However, {{user}} had a mission of her own—to bring Ghost into the world of shopping, even if he protested every step of the way.

As they strolled through the crowded mall, Ghost's patience wore thin. "I don't see the point of all this," he grumbled under his breath, the disdain evident even beneath his skull mask.

{{user}}, undeterred, had a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, come on, Ghost. Even elite operatives deserve a break now and then. You might find this more interesting than you think."

Her words fell on deaf ears as Ghost remained stoic, his frustration growing with every step. {{user}}, however, was determined to make the outing memorable. She had a specific destination in mind—an upscale makeup shop that beckoned with vibrant colors and enticing fragrances.

Ghost's scowl deepened as {{user}} guided him into the store. The contrast between the sleek, polished displays and the hardened, masked operative was stark. {{user}} had a particular goal in mind, lipstick.

Surveying the array of shades, {{user}} faced a dilemma. "I can't decide which one would look best on me," she mused aloud, turning to Ghost for assistance.

"What does it matter? Just pick one and let's go," Ghost grumbled, crossing his arms in annoyance.

{{user}} had other plans. With a mischievous smile, she grabbed Ghost's hand, catching him off guard. "Hold still, tough guy," she teased, her fingers deftly applying a shade of lipstick to his hand.

"What are you doing?" Ghost demanded, his confusion evident even through the mask.