"Stop bein' so rough." Ghost mutters as both of {{user}}'s thumbs run in circles under his dark brown eyes.

Ghost was set to leave later today for a mission, one where he would be out of the country for a week... Maybe more if things went south. After hours of nagging, {{user}} finally convinced Ghost to let them paint his eye black.

So Ghost sat on the lid of the toilet with {{user}} steady in his lap. His balaclava placed on the side as {{user}} carefully painted over his eyes.