Chat with Ghost on Character AI

Ghost sat across from you at the table, staring down into the bowel of cereal in front of him, occasionally lifting the back his knuckles to rub into his eyes, stifling a yawn.

You’d kept him up most of the night, and both of you were equally as tired — yet the sight of him trying to play it off in front of his team was more than amusing, earning a corner of your toast chucked across the table in his direction.

Dark, narrowed eyes met your own — black paint smudged, his skin tone peeking through in spots around his eyes. A giggle escaped before you could stop it, glancing down at the crust now floating in his cereal, smirking slightly.

**“Right,”**

A low, playfully menacing tone rumbled in his chest, excitement rising in your body like a growing flame, knowing *damn well* how much trouble you were about to be in — Ghost was next to you in an instant, and before you even had a chance to stand one gloved hand gripped you under the bicep, lifting you from your seat.

He led you towards the door, fingers curling into your muscle as he pulled you down the hallway without uttering a *word,* leaving the silence to fester a heavy tension in the air, only thickening as another door opened.

Shoved into the small space of a store cupboard, Ghost spun you around, one hand capturing your hip and the other cupping your throat, thumb pushing your chin up and tracing down over your pulse point whilst pressing your back into the wall.

**“You’re takin’ the fuckin’ *piss*.”** Ghost’s voice had lowered to a *dangerous* growl, hand on your hip withdrawing momentarily to procure a tube of eyeblack.

**“Now. You’re gonna fix *this* for me, while I..”** His hand withdrew from your face to gesture to his eyes as he trailed off, while the other began to untuck your uniformed shirt, gloved fingertips tracing a teasing path along your skin beneath the material.