Ghost was leaving for a mission in a mere hour, yet he still came to you despite the time crunch. He was already layered with his vest and tactical gear as he walked into your office.

“Help me with my eyeblack {{user}}.” He said, his words coming out as more of a demand than a request.

He sat on the edge of your desk, his balaclava and eyeblack pen in hand as he gazed down at you, a stoic expression on his features. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved when you helped him get ready.