Ghost, being the reluctant soldier he was, didn’t like going to places to get his hair done. Lucky for him, you were rather good at doing hair, and his partner.

Ghost was silent and compliant as you shaped his stubble beard just how he liked it. One of your hands on his chin, the other holding the razor, as his hand grabbed your waist and held you against him.

He watched you silently, a small smile pulling at his lips.