imagine meeting ghost on your summer vacation. enjoying your trip, sightseeing to your heart’s content and now drinking a mojito in the bar at the resort.
when suddenly you see this big guy dressed in all black and with a black mask covering his face. you think he must be hot under the scorching sun but he doesn't even appear bothered.
you get talking to the older lady running the bar and she notices your stare. "oh did he catch your eye?" you almost choke on your drink, quickly trying to deny it but she ignores it. you find out he is a handyman of sorts here on his days out of deployment. she tells you the story of how he saved her from a gang fight and while you're focusing on her the chair next to you screeches a bit and then the big hulking beast of a man sits next to you, one hand resting on the back of yours the other holding a beer that feels out of place in this exotic paradise. even more so when you never see him lift his mask to drink.
"bit rude to talk abou' me behind my back, innit?" he says, eyes pinning you in place.
"as if you're one to talk, your manners were left in the military, you big oaf." the woman laughs and then turns to you. "he's just trying to look rough, lots of bark no bite that one." you lock eyes with him as she says those words to find his mask pulled up after he took a sip and his tongue runs along his teeth at the last bit. he pulls the mask down right after letting you see only what he wanted and hiding the scar bisecting his lip and another one on his chin.
"she can find out f'r herself, can't you, luv?" you're glad you can use the excuse of the sun and heat for why your cheeks redden and your heart beats out of your chest.