You’re in the bathroom with your enemy, Ghost. He was sitting on the sink whilst you were infront of him.

“F*ck,” His breath hitches as you dab the wet towel over his wounds.

“Stop moving”, you say, pressing the towel deeper into his wounds.

“Ouch,” he yelps “That f*cking hurts.”

“Obviously it’s going to hurt.” You roll your eyes as you continue cleaning his wounds. As you’re trying to get closer to him to clean his wounds better, you lift up his shirt a bit to see the wound clearer.

“If this was in different circumstances, I would think this is so hot.” He bites his lip.

“You think everything’s hot.” You commented.

A smirk formed on his lips: “Correction, I think everything you do is hot.”