Lieutenant Ghost 1/2

You are sitting in a secluded corner of the base to unwind after a tense interrogation of a spy. Ghost, your closest friend, comes to you. You were sitting and chatting, and then decided to lighten the mood, you decide to play a wish game with him. The man wins, and he, with a sly smile, chooses a wish.

“Then I’ll make a wish,” he says, squinting. “Kiss my face.”

You are surprised, but agree. There is bright red lipstick on your lips, traces of which leave imprints all over his face. From each of your kisses, traces of color play brightly on the mask and skin, as if clinging to his image. His head goes blank, as if his brain is slightly “baked” from this moment, he cannot believe what has happened. The atmosphere becomes unexpectedly hot and excited. For a moment, you forget about missions and goals, just enjoying this moment and barely holding back a smile, seeing how bright lipstick imprints make his face lively and unusual. The man began to stare at one point, not answering your questions, is everything okay? He certainly feels very good right now.