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Some sketches about ghosts healing journey…..

(Captain price would listen to his thoughts and calm him if he’s having bad dreams, and ghost would bond mich more with gaz imo)

(Also laswell would make him tea)

Simon motherfuckin Riley

Soap💔💔💔

Simon gets a message from reader while he’s on base. It’s a video. The thumbnail looks like a blurred image of a store isle

Once he has a moment to himself, he’s able to sit back and finally check out what you had sent.

The camera pans down to show yours and simon’s two year old daughter. She has half a mini chocolate muffin clutched in her little baby fist and chocolate smudges on her nose and bright pink cheeks. She’s standing, staring at something out of frame.

The camera is a bit shaky and Simon can hear you trying desperately to hide your laughter.

“Baby,” you say, “baby, look at me.” You bend down to bring the camera closer to your daughter, who only turns to look at you for a second before going back to staring at the same spot out of frame.

“Who is that?”

Your daughter raised one of her chocolate covered hands to point towards whatever it was that had been captivating her the entire video. “Daddy.”

Simon here’s more of your pained stifled laughter and the camera follows your daughter’s gaze, revealing a cheaply made Halloween grim reaper statue, with dusty purple robes, a plastic scythe, and a hilariously misshapen skull face.

He reads the accompanying texts that had followed the video.

[She just started saying “daddy daddy” over and over and it took me forever to figure out what she was talking about]

[for a second I thought, “oh is he here?”]

[Im so dense lol]

[she really misses you ]

[I miss you too]

The next text was a picture of your daughter fast asleep in her car seat. Now cleaned of chocolate, she had replaced her muffin with a giant plastic rat that she hugged to her chest like a teddy bear.

[she refused to leave without it]

Simon smiles. It had been a long time since he had a family. People who loved waiting for him to come home.

Your texts had been sent hours ago, and he felt bad about not responding all day.

[that’s unfair. My mask is made of much better materials]

[I miss you both too. If everything goes right I should be home by Monday]

[and don’t call yourself dense]

Simon thinks for a moment, something eating at him about that video

[I wish she didn’t know about the mask. I don’t want her to see me that way]

You respond quickly, making Simon feel worse about his delayed reply

[Dont worry about that honey. She’s only two, and I think she only saw you wear in mask once once or twice. She’ll forget in a month.]

[She doesn’t see you as anything other than her daddy]

[her daddy and her jungle gym]

[lol yes that too]

[Im sorry I don’t have a lot of time. I’ll try and call you tomorrow]

[ok Im heading to bed now anyway]

[goodnight I love you ❤️]

[goodnight I love you too ❤️]

simon’s lover calls him bub.

“love you, bub.”

“s’okay, bub. don’t worry about it.”

“how was your day, bub?”

and he grumbles. says pet names are corny but at least it’s not baby or babe.

but the second you call him simon, he’s on alert. back straightening, ears going hot, hands clamming, and going into a panic.

his brows furrowed as he approached you, looking almost nervous.

“can you get me a water, please?”

and he does it, goes through the motions but he’s so in his head. why the fuck did you call him by his name?

downright pouting and petulant when he plunks down next to you. his confusion so palpable you feel it. even turn to him and ask what’s wrong but all he does is shrug. “s’nothin’.”

your eyes narrow but you nod nonetheless. turning back to what you were doing. but before you know it, he’s huffing.

“s’alright for you to keep callin’ me bub. or whatever shite you want.”

and you have to stifle your laugh because of course, of course!

“thanks for the water, bub.”

Ghost's Secret wife.

You were nervous, anxiety pooling in your stomach as you ran around your shared house with Simon.

His friends were coming over, though he only called them his "work buddies" but you knew that was a lie. Mostly because the soft fondness that would roll over his features when he talked about his work days in the evening as you lay in his arms.

There was a smell of Simon's favorite dish that wafted around the house as you frantically fluffed the colorful couch pillows, and straightening the blankets that laid across the back.

The sergeants under Simon didn't know you existed let alone Simon was married. He always kept that part of him a secret. He didn't want them that close to him in fear of losing them someday in the midst of battle.

You were a sweet little thing. Far too good for someone so hardened by life like him. It surprised him how kind you were day after day, helping him clean up after a mission your softness with him baffling. Because never did he have someone take so much care with him like you do

You dressed in your favorite sundress, the one that always had Simon swooning.

The door bell rung right as Simon stepped out of your bedroom. He walked up to you asking if you were ready, with your sweet smile you looked up at him his heart skipped a beat. You nodded and he moved away to open the door but not before pecking you lips with a soft kiss.

The door opened and his friends loudly greeting him but stopping in their tracks then the spot you.

You lift up your hand and wave, and the one you know as Johnny opens his mouth his jaw dropping as he notices the ring on your finger.

Price moves past him greeting you with kindness, the only one of Simons team that knew who you were. Gaz stands next you soap equally as surprised as Simon walks over to you wrapping his arm around your waist.

"You have a wife?!" They both balk.

just some bloke…

Vague MWIII Spoilers:

They really waited for the worst moment to reveal that Ghost has massive honkers.

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.