had a silly thought and couldnt think of where else to share it, so:
imagine that Ghost doesnt wear the mask because of all the identity stuff, but simply he Gets Sunburned way too easily, and they cant have a bright red popsicle man on missions, so mask it is!
like, he has really pale skin perhaps, and sunscreen isnt enough to save this poor man. there's no such thing as tanning for him. its straight to crispy !!
then some day, when he cant wear it for whatever reason, the rest of the team would be so confused XD . (and then he would get burned and have to deal with that of course.)
great skin care routine may or may not be included 🤣
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JHBDFV NAH FR I just Know that this man burns like hell before he ever tans ("impeccable bronze" my arse)
-=-=-=- Short blurb cause the idea greatly amused me -=-=-=-
It wasn't necessarily a mission per se, but the 141 were in the area to lay low and thus, needed to avoid drawing attention to themselves and appear to be any other group of tourists.
which meant avoiding any oddities and regularly being seen going out to do Group Activities, so Ghost couldn't just walk around in all black covered head to toe with balaclava and sunglasses, much to his very vocal displeasure
He managed to get away with a ballcap and black medical mask when they went to any parks or buildings- though Johnny had to wrestle him into any colors a shade lighter than charcoal- but when it came time to go to the beach? there was no avoiding it. It made no sense to go to the beach but still be covered up.
Which is how he got here
Every single bit of exposed skin a bright, angry red, nearly glowing under the sun's glares, except for a single neat tanline of unblemished skin in the shape of his sunglasses.
Gaz was laughing so hard he was tearing up, Johnny barely managing to hold back his own cackles, and Price rubbing a hand down his face in exasperation.
"Fuckin' hell lad, we musta put the whole bottle on you!" He exclaimed, a crumpled up bottle of sunscreen in the trash nearby
"Well clearly it wasn't fuckin' enough!" Simon snapped, crossing his arms only to quickly uncross them with a hiss
Johnny managed to pull himself together, "Sh- pfft- Should we, HA, should we get ye some butter tae baste in, Lt?" he snickered
and promptly had to make a mad dash to escape his enraged beet-red commander
At least Gaz took pity on the poor man and helped him get aloe vera lotion that'd help with the burns, lmao
