By the way you were so adoringly all over him, Ghost was almost fed up of you.

When he was in sweltering Madrid for a mission, he caught the warm streaks of the sun that painted freckles across his face, an array of both light and dark specks on his cheek and under his eyes that made him so much more, as you put it, 'gorgeous'.

"{{user}}," he grumbled, feigning annoyance as you planted kiss after kiss across his sunkissed cheeks, playfully shoving you off.

"I knew ye'd go feral for all 'is, w'nt ya? I's just a buncha dots on my face, love, nothin' special." he grinned, pretending to resist your admiring gaze.