Wipping More Simon Riley…✍️🔥🧠

gaz.

Give me Simon who, because of his family’s history of addiction, and his fear of losing control, he hardly ever drinks.

Give me a Ghost that, despite his size, is a bit of a lightweight.

Give me a Ghost who can't have a couple of "casual" beers cause he still gets slightly buzzed

Give me a Ghost that never went drinking with teammates (before 141) cause he was afraid of what they think. A big man like him getting drunk after only a few drinks.

Give me a Simon Riley who feels so safe with the 141, and with Johnny, that he agrees to go to the pub and have some drinks.

Give me a Ghost that's a goofy drunk. Doing little things to mess with the others. Snort laughing at his own dumb jokes, laughing so hard he nearly chokes.

Give me a clingy drunk Ghost. Absolutely demands to know where the other is going if someone gets up from the table. Is leaning onto Soap so much he's practically crushing him. Has to hold someone's hand when Soap goes to the bar to get more drinks. Complains the whole time Johnny is gone.

Give me a Ghost who is stumbling between Gaz and Soap, knocking into them and holding their hands as they walk. Give me Soap and Gaz laughing and Ghost laughing with them, not realizing they're laughing at him.

Give me Ghost who is finally healing his inner young adult, doing fun stuff while he can, drinking and being merry. We all know those years were stolen from him.

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his sad eyes and fat cock have captivated me

Johnny MacTavish is the kind of person who leaves you feeling filled up.

Not in like a sexual way, though that thought does happen from time to time. It's emotional, like you came to him with a chunk missing from your chest, and he slowly worked his stupid little jokes over it until it healed on its own.

A cup of tea here, a football match there, and this tangible kind of warmth never fails to spread up your lungs, relaxing everything in its wake and allowing you a rare chance to breathe freely. You're not afraid of yourself, when you're with Johnny.

You've memorized the way his voice sounds over the comm, that breathy trail-off he does, as if he's fighting back a laugh. It's not even that you love like Johnny, so much that you need him. It's all self preservation instinct that has you searching for him at the end of every mission, making sure your sun still exists in the universe. That you did good enough, that you covered him and made sure he never truly felt like his life was in danger. He was never alone out there, he always had you.

"Comin to mine after?" he'd laugh, smacking the back of your shoulder. And everyone else would laugh too, because you have that stone-cold expression down pat, narrowing your eyes like you're irritated he exists.

You do go back to his, because you've somehow misplaced your keys, and you're dead on your feet from exhaustion. Johnny just rolls his eyes and jerks his chin towards his car, acting like you're some lost cat he found on the side of the road.

Your duffel lands with a heavy thump next to his when you arrive. It feels like weeks since you last slept, and you collapse face down onto the sofa, not bothered to remove your boots.

When you wake up, it's to a sturdy hand grabbing onto your ankle, shaking it a little.

"Mgghmm?" you mumble, realizing that you shoved your mask up to your cheekbones in your sleep, and now you can't see.

"Bed's free, I'm goin' for a run."

Sounds bloody miserable, but you grunt in affirmation and haul yourself upright, stumbling to the bathroom first.

His bed smells like him. It instantly relaxes you, allows you to shove your mask in your pocket and drop immediately back into unconsciousness, with one of his pillows under your torso and another hugged to your face. It's like your hypervigilance can finally melt away, surrounded by his things and his smell. You can sleep knowing the only thing that matters, that Johnny will be there when you wake up.

micro sketches with Price & Gaz just warmin' up...

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