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Simon Riley who hates his tattoos because he got them done when he was really young, back when he still believed that he could actually be a real person someday.

He's been empty, as long as he can remember, all long limbs and nothingness, but all those years ago, back when he turned 18, he had a fleeting, foolish notion that he could turn things around. He joined the army, got the tattoos, a bit of a "fake it till you make" it thing, except he never quite made it.

He hates looking at them more and more as the years go by. When he becomes Ghost, when he starts wearing the mask, the tattoos feel like a joke. It almost hurts to look at them and be reminded of the time when he didn't really mind being seen.

But then you come along, and it's slow, a bit hopeless at first, but something blooms there. It takes time, so much of it, but when you finally get a good look at the tattoos, you like them. Enough that he starts to kind of like them again too.

You trace the fading lines when you sit together on your couch, sometimes absently, when you're watching some reality show he pretends to hate, and sometimes more purposefully. You sit on his lap, his heavy arm draped over you, and you name the skulls, give them backstories. When you take him to bed and let him hold you through the night, he sees the tattoos in the moonlighting spilling in through your window, and they're not so bad like this.

Maybe one day he'll even get some new ones. Your name, your children's names. Or could be something more subtle, like your favorite flower, tucked somewhere in the old sleeve with all its death and destruction.

It's kind of nice, he thinks, the thought of something growing there.

holy shit biblically accurate simon riley dropped

masked brainrot

He‘s such a cutie. How can y‘all hate him?😭

Ghost is just mad he's losing at Mario Kart

Gaz outside the military:

Ah yes, swearing Ghost (♥ω♥*). And also let's not forget the times he got hurt/injured during the campaign, luckily not too severe. They better keep it that way..

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

little soldier

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