The Floorboards Creak Under His Weight, His Knees Burning N His Joints Aching From The Weight Of His

I've got a weak spot for men with dead fish eyes, and '09 Ghost happens to fall under this category quite nicely

let's fall in love so we can fuck properly

just needed to map out his scars for science reasons, I promise...

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.

Sorry I'm going to be more normal about him

Nightmares

training

Hi, this might be a strange request, but could you please do some sort of character analysis, or maybe tell some of your headcanons for the 141 characters??

I’ve been trying to find some, but everything I find is either weirdly out of character or just some sort of weird projection onto the characters 😭

Not strange at all, anon! It just occurred to me that, for a blog dedicated to Ghost, I’ve never done something like this. Also, I understand what you mean, but it’s also important to remember that headcanons are extremely subjective. Maybe the same applies to my case, and someone also finds my headcanons out of character; who knows?

Please note that I can’t say much about the other boys since I’ve only focused on Ghost, so here are some of my headcanons (i.e. that’s how I personally imagine Ghost):

He’s your average, ordinary guy on the outside. Sure, he is stereotypically attractive (tall, beefy, with a deep voice), but so are a billion other people in this world. There’s nothing extraordinary about him, which is precisely what makes him so intriguing.

I like to imagine his personality similarly to how he wears his uniform—layer, under layer, under layer. You want to peel him like an onion; uncover what lies beneath the surface.

He’s extremely pragmatic and values function over form. It doesn’t matter if something looks bad/ugly/weird as long as it gets the job done. If it works, it works.

Moderation gives him a sense of discipline. He wants to control everything that’s within his ability to do so—managing what food he puts in his body, regulating his alcohol intake, handling finances, and even carefully choosing his words. It helps him maintain his sanity, knowing he has control over his life, especially considering what he went through.

He’s also incredibly efficient. He doesn’t waste time on things that aren’t important or beyond his control.

He’s not a gym rat (he doesn’t regard it as a second home), but he’s definitely a regular. The gym owners are familiar with him, though their interactions are brief—maybe they exchanged a few words to renew his membership in the past, but that’s about it.

He tends to stick to the free-weight section at the gym. If it’s crowded, he’ll put on his headphones to tune everything out, but if it’s quiet, he doesn’t bother. While he doesn’t use the machines often, he’ll turn to them occasionally, particularly when he needs more controlled movement.

Warming up before exercising is particularly important to him, and he takes his time to stretch afterwards, usually in an isolated corner of the gym. He never skips leg day.

He is not a flirt. Usually, it’s others who pursue him rather than the other way around. It’s almost like he has it too easy in that department. He doesn’t have to make much effort—he simply goes about his business (occasionally checking his surroundings for potential dangers,) and suddenly, people gravitate towards him. He’s not a fan of this attention but keeps it to himself.

He engages in a flirtatious exchange almost every day with the elderly lady who manages the convenience store in his neighbourhood, though. He often compliments her on her hair and how young she looks and sometimes jokes that if her late husband were still around, he’d have some competition. She, in return, offers him freebies, which he politely declines. However, he sometimes accepts these gestures in exchange for lending a hand with tasks around the store.

His apartment is modest since he travels a lot, yet he considers it his personal haven when he returns to it. He deliberately keeps it free of any traces of his alternate identity. There’s a family photo framed somewhere. Even his dad included. Maybe he considered cutting him out of the picture but decided against it. He wants to be reminded of both the positive and negative experiences that influence his decisions and actions.

He likes to make his own jokes. They mostly come to him when he does something mundane, like cooking, showering, or watching TV. He doesn’t take offence if others don’t laugh at his jokes, though. He simply views them as idiots or lacking a sense of humour.

He opts for public transport only when needed, like during heavy traffic, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He keeps his back against the wall and doesn’t wear headphones since he wants to be aware of his surroundings.

He breaks fights if he stumbles upon them late at night and calls the police. When the officers arrive, he is the first to talk to them and usually scolds them for not getting there faster.

I don’t think he wears his mask when he’s out and about. In my mind, Simon Riley is different from Ghost. If someone manages to connect the dots, he’ll make sure it’s the last time they do so. For him, good people don’t know who Ghost is. Only bad people do.

He wants to extend his sleeve tattoo further up his arm but struggles to find the time to schedule an appointment with his tattoo artist. Yes, he has a trusted tattoo artist.

Hey so it's come to my attention that the Creators of Disco Elysium want you to share the game and not give the company who took over and fired them (illegally)?) any profits off of their ideas and work, and I originally joined tumblr 2 weeks ago when that post was going around about the Steam sale and how you should [Skull and Crossbones flag] it instead.

So.

in light of that.

Check the replies/notes of this post :)

I was informed that posts containing links in them aren't findable in the search so i'll just.... drop a link in a seperate reboot :)

first things first though, copy this key:

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