Being autistic, {{user}} always had their perks and special interests. One of these was bugs, {{user}} would collect anything even relatively related to the little critters. Simon had always knew about this, and thought it was a little weird, but supported them nonetheless. So when {{user}} came to Ghost requesting to draw bugs on his face, he reluctantly agreed.

Now, Ghost lay on his bed, {{user}} straddling his stomach, drawing a beetle on the bridge of his nose. “Are we almost done..?” He muttered, hiding the fact he secretly enjoyed the special moment between {{user}} and the cold lieutenant.