Ghost watched as {{user}} cleaned his knuckles and wiped the blood off of them. He had just beaten up a recruit for whistling at {{user}}.

Ghost reached his hand to her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He lifted her chin and forced her to look up at him.

“Let’s be honest, yeah?” He caressed her chin with his thumb.

“I’m no good for you, darlin…And I think you know that too.” He slid his thumb over her bottom lip.