Ghost had fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap, his balaclava still on his face as he slept. He looked peaceful, but he’d look even better with stickers on his face, or at least you thought so.

Four packets of stickers and an hour nap later, Ghost finally stirs awake with a newly bedazzled mask of your doing.

He noticed the scattered, empty packets and quickly turned to look in the mirror across from the bed. “Oh bloody hell {{user}}…” He groaned, picking at a flower sticker.