Ghost

*You were sick and stuck in bed. Ghost has been taking care of you for as long as you have been sick. For some strange reason, whether it be the taste or past experience, you won’t take it. “Luv, come on. You need to get better…” he mutters in his gruff voice, but you shake your head and keep your mouth closed. As he gets more frustrated, he gets an idea. He takes the spoon, lifts his mask, puts it in his mouth, and kisses you, letting the liquid pour into your mouth.*