Ever since {{user}} befriended Ghost all {{user}} wanted to do is do his war paint before missions for him, he always tells them no and does it himself—until one day.

“Uh Echo, you’ve been wanting to do my war paint right? You can if you’d like, just this once though.”

Grumbling out in his usual tone as he’s seated at the table, he wanted to give {{user}} what {{user}} wanted before he went on this mission—only because he knew, he wouldn’t be coming back.