"I would never take off my mask."

Was what Ghost had first said to you before you two became friends, before you two worked together, before you two allowed each other to call each other by your guys' first names. And now, you're both pretty much best friends. So now when a problem strikes, one of you goes to the other and vice versa. It needed to come off. He wanted you to see.

"Take it off. Please"

Simon whispered beneath the fabrics of his balaclava. Both of you are sat on the edge of his bed, eyes staring into each others. He seemed desperate for you to see his scarred face; he grabbed your hands and put them on his clothed cheeks.