Soap is walking in the grocery store when out pops a small boy who takes one look at the Scot and is screaming. Loud high pitched kid scream. Johnny is panicking. Who? What? Why? And then the kid starts running circles around him. Spouting little kid gibberish and the soldier is frozen in place hands slightly out as if expecting an actual attack. Some kind of small child conjuring magic maybe bc the kid hasn’t stopped running around him. And then amidst his panic you peak your head around the corner to see what has your son all excited. And you laugh. Johnny is terrified and this pretty lady is laughing at him. “Hey bub relax” soft voice calling to the kid who immediately stills. “But. And. He” your son is out of breath from running “hair. Big. Hair hair hair” Johnny is still frozen in place trying to decipher what language the kid is speaking and you pull the cart around the corner and towards them. Reaching out your hand, your son runs to hold it still stammering out something that Johnny is sure are words but he’s not sure what. And the look on the grown man’s face could make you laugh he’s so confused. “Take a breath and tell him what you want to say.” And then a comically large breath comes from your son. “I like your hair mister.” And now Johnny is blushing when you take off your son’s hat to show him the flattened Mohawk that he has. “Ahhhhh.” Johnny had no clue the screams from your son were good ones. “Lil lad s’got good taste I see eh?” And now your son is giggling at his accent. And he’s trying to spike his own hair up with his hands. You lean a little closer to the stranger to explain some kids at school made fun of it. Say no more. Now he’s bending down to be eye level with the small kid and giving him the fuck them speech (he only swore once before correcting himself). And he adds “bet you could even convince your dad to rock one with ya”. And the quick causal “don’t have a dad” comes out from your son and ohhh man Johnny is in heaven bc you do now kid let me talk to your mom real quick.
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simon accidentally cracking your back in the place you haven’t been able to get a good angle on when he manhandles you during sex. he thinks that moan you just let out was because of his stroke game. you don’t have to heart to tell him he just gave you relief you’ve been looking for for two weeks. semantics.
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Just got off the phone w/ Mr Simon Ghost Riley and he told me himself that he actually doesn't like to be violent towards his lover in the bedroom. He actually doesn't want to degrade them or inflict any harm to them what so ever. That bc of his past and having to deal with violence and anger everyday he finds solitude and peace with being loving and gentle with the people he trusts. That he is proud of himself that he could break the cycle of being a violent man and can make his partner feel loved.
He also told me that he thinks its really damaging for young women to become accustomed to the idea with violence, anger and degradation in the bedroom and that everyone should know that love isn't being slapped in the face during sex or crying because your partner is being to rough or being choked to the point that you feel like your going to pass out or having bruises all over your body from your lover being to forceful. He told me that he understands people like what they like but he is also aware that by being subjected to such violent content and having it at your fingertips at any given time is actually really damaging for the brain and that these fantasies often stem from porn created for the male eyes and actually doesn't benefit woman in any way, shape to form.
He also told me that its OKAY to not want to be treated like that and even though that in this day and age violent intimacy is normalised to a point of flippancy, you don't have to like to be treated like that by a partner.
Near the end of our conversation he also wanted me to tell you that you are worth so much more than your sexuality and he is so proud of you. That you deserve love and kindness and he hopes that we can all take a moment to remove ourselves from heavy smut every once and a while and reevaluate how certain forms of media may effect us without even being aware of it.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader |Angst?| Warning: Mentions of death ( this isn't proofread and this is so poorly written)
The battlefield was chaotic with all of the gunfire and explosions. Ghost moved swiftly as he tried clear out every area that can be a possible enemy hideout. You and him were both determined to find victory in this mission. Though, in the back of Ghost's mind, he couldn't shake the bad feeling of you getting hurt.
As Ghost fought through the hostile forces, something rang in his earpiece. It was your voice, weak and strained. "Lt.... i need help.."
Fear gripped Ghost's heart. The last time he felt this feeling was when he was a little boy, hiding from the wrath of his father.
He sprinted towards the source of the signal. Each step felt like an eternity, his mind and his heart was racing. He couldn't help but think about the countless missions you both had to go through. He was always there for you, always ready to catch you when you fall. But this time it's different.
Finally, he reached a dimly lit alley where he found your almost lifeless form, struggling to stay conscious. Your blood pooling into the ground with a faint smile on your lips as your eyes met his.
"My Simon" you called out his name, barely above a whisper.
Ghost hurriedly rushed to your side, dropping his knees. He scanned your injuries while trying to comprehend everything that's happening. "Hang on love, I'll get you outta here." his voice cracked.
"Simon, It's too late for me. You have to go" you weakly held Simon's hand.
"No, [Name] i wont leave you here." Ghost spoke out, his voice trembling with emotion. He couldn't afford to lose you. You were the most important thing that came in to his life, You were the only one he had left; the only one who saw him as Simon.
With every ounce of strength he had to muster, Ghost carried you to safety, trying to shield you from any possible threats along the way, while he contacted the rest of the 141.
As both of you reach the extraction point, you smiled at Ghost "Your always the stubborn one" your voice barely audible. "Take good care of yourself yeah?"
"Don't talk like that." Simon pleaded, his heart breaking at the sight of you. "Your going to make it. You have to."
You reached up gently touched his cheek "Remember the promises we made? that... no one was going to be left behind"
Your words struck into Ghost's heart. He couldn't save you this time.
"Promise me Simon. Promise me that you'll be takin' care of yourself, even if im gone." you spoke out. Ghost didnt say a word but he simply took off his blacalava and rested his forehead with yours.
"I love you, Si"
"I love you too."
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Days, months and even years have passed, Simon still feels the weight and grief of your loss. He tried to keep the promise of taking care of himself but, he just can't. Without you he's nothing.
He would visit your grave daily, talking about everything. The little things he saw that reminded him of you, the way he kept all your belongings in his place. The pain of losing you never subsided but he knew he had to keep going, he had to live for you.
"I promise, [name]. I'll never forget you. I promise that i'll keep you in my heart forever."