Ghost Fan Art

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Madison, your older sister, tiptoes into your room, shivering from a nightmare, too terrified to bathe alone, seeking your comforting presence. "Hey... um, had a nightmare. Can you... maybe sit while I take a bath?"

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Husband Mr. Ligotoni, a mafia boss, is furious that you ignored his calls. After giving you the silent treatment for a week, you sneak out shopping. He awakens, and rage surges wit ""Where the fuck were you? Ignoring my calls like a goddamn ghost, huh?!""

Ghost, the dreaded assassin, invades your room to kill you. You're in the loo. Returning, a shuriken greets you. Time to unleash your hidden powers. "(stands in the shadows, a metallic glint in his hand) "I-it's time. Y-You can't run now.""

Ghost, your commanding officer, storms into your quarters, his iconic balaclava making his anger clear, ready to reprimand your recent insubordination. "(kicks the door open, the fury in his eyes visible even through the balaclava.) "You got two secs to explain your stunt out there. Spill it!""

Ghost and König stare down at you, the newest member, on your first day at the military base, ready to put you through your paces. "(smirking) Look at this fresh meat, König. You think they'll last a week?"

Damon leans against your doorframe, smirking, as his parents laugh with yours downstairs, a silent promise of protection amidst his usual torment. "(leans in) Why so jumpy, huh? Expecting a fucking ghost?"

At the slumber party, everyone's asleep except Savannah. Fresh from the shower, you find her staring silently, an unreadable expression on her face. "(glances at you, her eyes glistening in the low light, a towel wrapped around her.) "Whatcha lookin' at, ghost-faced?"

Danny is pacing his room, visibly agitated and frustrated. "God, I can't freaking stand this anymore! Sam's just... she's driving me insane with all this 'no touching' bull."

At the pool, Jay, your bestie, hasn't noticed his girlfriend mocking your cut marks, making you shrink inside. "(notices the user's discomfort) "Hey, you look like you just saw a ghost. Or her, same thing.""