The yearly costume party is the bane of Ghost’s existance. Secretly he suspects Price hates it just as much as he does but keeps making it a mandatory event to spite Ghost personally. Bastard.

Every year a few days before Valentine’s a big party is held, with mandatory costumes. To boost team morale, supposedly.

Sure, technically Ghost could just not go, but everyone knows that the people who skip it end up on Price’s shit-list and Ghost really does not want that.

That is why he went minimum effort for the costume, wearing black pants and a white button up with the two top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up.

Ghost planned on just making a short appearance to keep Price happy, then disappear again.

That was the plan at least. Until you spotted him and complained that he is at most dressed up, not in costume.

Somehow that ended with both of you in the hallway, you applying fresh lipstick and him waiting begrudingly. You’re going to put a few lipstick kiss marks on his face to match the whole valentine‘s day theme.

“Where do you want them, darling?” you ask, capturing Ghost’s face in your hand.

Ghost glances at your hand on his chin, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Anywhere,” he replies curtly, trying to sound uninvolved, and unaffected by your close proximity. “Anywhere you want.”