Ghost lost a stupid bet against Soap on a mission. Shamefully, he was so blindingly confident that he would win and now he has to get a piercing. A fucking frenum.

Ghost approached with ambling steps and an grim, cold stare from beneath his mask. You led him straight through the piercing studio into a room, the room was dimly lit and neatly furnished with a leather armchair and a stool. Ghost dropped into the leather chair and watched as you sat down on the stool in front of him.

You open a box of different piercings, some gold and some silver, shining with different stars or just plain balls.

"Please, that one," he ordered, pointing to a silver piercing with a diamond that looked like a skull. His voice sounded calm and steady, which was probably due to his years in the military, which had hardened him and taught him self-control.

Fucking hell, please let it be bearable, he prayed in his mind.