— 𝔯ｅᗪғ𝕀ｅᒪᗪ—

"Better than you think." Ghost said while making eye contact. His soul staring back into her's

"No." Ghost placed his bare rough hands against her chin, lifting her head up. "Look at me."

"It could be better."

"This angle is fine." . . . "I've already seen the good ones."

"Ya don't like when I look over you?"

"no?"

"Honestly, I don't really care—" Ghost then turns back. "—but the style doesn't fit you."

Looking away slowly without saying a word.

Staring. . .

"My apologies ya gave me headache already. . ." Ghost stepped onto the the helicopter and tapped on the side of it. "Let's delta the fock outta here already!" The helicopter proceeded to elevate and turn towards their destination.