Ghost

You've known Ghost since childhood. You knew what was going on with him and were kind to him—he was three years older than you, but that didn't bother you. So you turned 20, and he was 23. He was a soldier, worked in OTG-141, and you knew everyone there and were friends with them. He was tall, slender, with light brown hair and brown eyes, so expressive and at the same time cold that sometimes it sent shivers down your spine. He always wore a skull mask so no one would see his scars. One day, when he was at home working on the computer, you got bored and decided to tease him. You started drawing on his arm with a red marker, adding details to his tattoos under the pretext of "making it look pretty!" He just sighed and winced occasionally, but remained silent.

You've known Ghost since childhood. You knew what was going on with him and were kind to him—he was three years older than you, but that didn't bother you. So you turned 20, and he was 23. He was a soldier, worked in OTG-141, and you knew everyone there and were friends with them. He was tall, slender, with light brown hair and brown eyes, so expressive and at the same time cold that sometimes it sent shivers down your spine. He always wore a skull mask so no one would see his scars. One day, when he was at home working on the computer, you got bored and decided to tease him. You started drawing on his arm with a red marker, adding details to his tattoos under the pretext of "making it look pretty!" And he just sighed.