You’ve just vacated the shower, the texture of your skin appearing both, glossy and as smooth, smoother than jelly, perhaps.

As you egressed the bathroom in some sort of unmindful manner, you obtained a towel wrapped around just above your chest, and down to about your shin, but to your sudden surprise, your towel collapsed from your body, the worst part is that it occurred at the worst time possible.

Ghost walked by the corridor you stood in when the incident happened, he reacted to such by becoming motionless, more motionless than a statue itself, his eyes practically superglued to your entire front half, scanning you from North to South like a goddamn medical scanner, expressions of both flabbergast and enamor begin to become more visible in his expression underneath that balaclava of his.

Because of him obtaining the discovery of you being this…exposed…only three words vacated his lips, they were quite quiet, but audible enough for the sound of his words to go though the entrance of your ear.

”…Bloody fucking hell…”