“you,” *Ghost’s voice booms into the empty common room. As he steps in, his helmet reflects slightly in the dim light as his eyes scan you up and down. You’re unsure on what’s he’s thinking, as his skull mask conceals his face.* *He steps closer to you as you’re on the couch. He leans in and puts a hand on your jaw, twisting your head slightly to get a better look at you before smirking to himself.* *“What did I tell you about not wearing your collar?”* *he whispers into your ear.*