#Soap loves doing Simons Eyeblack..

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I disappeared again 🎀 But eat up.

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Also i dont care what anyone says.. I want overgrown hair Soap >:[

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Simon is on his way back from the shops, and when he does get home reader is sat on the floor crying over a broken vase or somthing for absolutely no Reason!

so your ask reminded me of this post i saw! which is price x reader and lovely. because of that i’m going to spice it up a little so im not rewriting it lol. this is f!reader

unedited! simon is able to pick up reader but let's be real that man is built like a tank so yes he could pick up anyone.

stalking simon riley is not for the weak.

well, it’s not exactly stalking if he knows you’re doing it.

ghost doesn’t open up easily. you sensed it when you joined the team, having to translate his grunts and small quips over comms into real facts.

infiltrating an eastern european town, combating snow and christmas lights, just for simon to grunt "fuckin' hate this holiday" in your ear.

commenting on how he only wears a certain sweatshirt one base. he shrugged and said "doesn't have those strings", letting you know he hates the bounce of them against his chest.

you collect these bits like puzzle pieces, building the image that is simon riley. but it's never enough, it doesn't quell this ache in your chest to know your fellow lieutenant. so tonight, you've decided to knock on his door under the guise of checking in after a nasty hit he took from you last mission.

"hi, ghost." he opens the door a crack, scanning you up and down. you take in his medical mask and the remnants of eyeblack surrounding his eyes. it's a casual look on a man you've never seen be casual. "bird." he says, his nickname for you murmured like a secret. "i wanted to check on you after last mission. haven't really seen you around base." he opens the door further, a surprising change of events. you step in cautiously, checking your surroundings like some hostile is going to jump out of his closet. ghost chuckles gruffly at your actions and you relax at the sound, shoulders dropping easily. you toe off your boots silently, then move further in.

ghost plops down on his bed, patting the space beside him. you (and soap) are the only people he lets close to him, but even with that, you've never sat on his bed. "it was your shoulder, right?" he nods, tapping the shoulder closest to you. "nothin' torn to flutter over, bird. jus' sore." you roll your eyes, leaning back on the bed so you can see the back of him. the massive breadth of his shoulders almost blocks the fading sunlight from your vision. you prod at the sore muscle, noticing how he tenses before letting his shoulders fall back down.

"does this hurt?" you ask, almost a whisper. he grunts out a 'no' but lets you continue to poke it this way and that, finding where it hurts the most. the pain seems to be minimal, but ghost feels like the type of soldier to hide a gunshot wound until he fainted from blood loss. "you should go to PT." you press your palm into the meat of him and you can't even pretend it's for medical reasons when truly, you have a morbid curiosity to know the limits of his body. ghost hisses and you jolt back like you've been burned. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he shakes his head, one heavy paw clamping down on your thigh as it kicks out in shock. "'s fine, birdie." when you move forward, his hand stays, anchoring you to the mattress. it's gloved but the heat of it is searing through your fatigues. "maybe you should grab an ice pack for tonight." he squeezes your thigh before returning his hand to his lap like it was never there. suddenly, your body is wracked with chills.

"back soon, then." ghost stands up from the bed, the mattress creaking with effort. he's...leaving? "so i'll see you in the morning?" you make to get up but he shoots you a look, locking you in place. "said i'll be back. you can stay." he moves to the dresser and you watch him peel his mask off, exchanging it for a simple baclava. you've seen his face before but take the time to examine the back of his head. his haircut is choppy, like he did it himself. the image is gone a second later when black fabric encases the rest of his head, hiding his face from view. he leaves with a head nod, favoring his other shoulder to open the door. the moment he leaves, your spring up in fervor.

you start with his desk. ignoring the paperwork and private journals, you look at the few items sprinkled throughout. extra masks, pens for work, a few books on military strategy. no photos of family or friends outside of the military, but one of the task force from a few months after you joined. it was the first time ghost had ever touched you on purpose, his hand around your waist as the five of you smiled at the camera. soap is grinning, gaz looks like he's seducing the person behind the photo, price's smile is hidden by his beard, and you're squealing like a kid while ghost squeezes your waist. his mask is on, of course, but you delude yourself into spotting smile lines around his eyes.

you move on to his windowsill. surprisingly, there's a very dead succulent that was clearly never watered after being gifted. next to it is a small vase, completely out of place with the rest of the barebones room. it only has enough space for a singular flower but sits empty next to the dead plant. you reach out to trace the beautiful blue pattern but with one unsure flick of your thumb, it falls to the ground with a small crash. you freeze.

shards of porcelain surround your socked feet. tears well in your eyes as you think about how disappointed ghost will be. your hands cover your mouth like a bad mime, shock etched clearly on your face. of course, that's when ghost decides to return.

"snagged the last cake slice from mess, figured you'd want- oh." he stands at the door entrance with an ice pack in one hand and a plate of cake in the other. the sweetness of it hits you in the gut and the tears that were already forming fall hard down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, simon. it was so fast and i didn't mean to wreck it." you sniffle out, wiping fiercely at the tears sliding down your face. he sets the cake slice down on the bed, then nears the scene of disaster. "can ya jump?" he asks, standing at the edge of the broken pieces with his arms open. you gulp, then nod. it's a small leap but he catches you easily, awkwardly pressing you to his chest as your legs scramble for purchase. his hands shift downwards and you get the memo, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hike your legs around his waist. he walks the two of you over to the desk, plopping you down unceremoniously. your legs drop from his waist, but he still stands in between them, letting your feet brush his calves.

"you hurt?" you shake your head 'no', swiping at the remaining tears on your face. "i'm sorry again, simon, i really am." instead of answering, he pulls off his mask and tosses it on the table. he doesn't look mad, per say, but there's conflict in his eyes. you mumble out another apology and train your eyes on his legs instead of his face.

a gloved hand reaches out and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. "was jus' a stupid vase, bird. nothin' special." you hiccup, unsure. "are you- are you sure? i'll pay you back, i promise." his thumb strokes the soft skin of your lips, a relaxing rhythm back and forth. "saw it in a flea market after my first mission." you frown at how sentimental it was. "that means it was special." he shakes his head. "got somethin' more special an' harder to break." you don't know how to reply to that. he presses down on your lip until his thumb meets your teeth. it's terribly intimate. instead of ending the conversation there, you ask a question, always needing to no more about him.

"like what?" you whisper. he grunts, thumb swiping against your teeth before pulling back to cup your cheek. "this bird who breaks my shit, 'pparently." you bark out a laugh, then stop when you realize he means it. "really?" he nods. you wrap your legs around the back of his, tugging him in closer. "i am really sorry, though. maybe we could buy a new one or-"

he cuts you off with a kiss. it's gentler than you thought he would kiss. there's a scar running through his lip and you love the feel of it, biting his bottom lip playfully as you pull him in closer. "such a magpie, goin' through my shit." he murmurs, breaking the kiss just to give you another one. "simon." you respond, whispering his name like a promise. your hands find purchase in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. he rips away with a low moan and you whine at the loss. "need to clean this up 'fore someone gets hurt." you lurch to slip off the desk but strong hands keep you there, his eyes scrunched in a glare. "one of us is wearin' shoes, birdie." you glance down and sure enough, your socks are already covered in porcelain flakes. skeleton hands tug them off, fingers caressing the delicate bones in your foot reverently before pulling away.

"stay here." you nod, feeling childish with your mistake. he can sense it, always does, so he leans in to peck your forehead. "stay put. no touchin', magpie." you grin. he shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "you don't mind cleaning up my mess?" you ask. he snorts, caressing your chin before pulling away.

"i'll always clean your messes, birdie."

[oldrainfall]

Hiii i loved your post about ghost's mask hcs!! i love when ghosts mask gets used in narratives in fics and stuff too! I was wondering if you would comment on other "popular" headcanons for simon? (some ive seen: he has a sweet tooth, hes blonde, etc etc) do you prefer 09 ghost or reboog ghost? do you mix them up in terms of story/headcanons etc?

Sorry if i sound overbearing/asked too much lol, i just looove when people yap and make headcanons like this!! obviously answer whatever you like!

have a good day :-) 💖

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Hi! Thanks for the ask— and it’s not too much at all. I welcome anything that lets me yap more about the 141, lol.

I’m going to answer your questions a bit out of order, just for simplicity’s sake.

So— I actually prefer reboot Ghost in general, but I love aspects about both characters. The first CoD games that I played were the MW reboots (solely for Soap), and because of that I tend to favour those versions of the characters.

That being said, I do like to mash both versions of the characters together. As much as I love the MW remakes, they uh, aren’t amazing at explaining most of the characters backstories. Which is less than ideal for me, because I’m the sort of writer that bases my characterizations on how I think their backstories molded them.

It probably fucks up the timeline, but I do tend to just tack on 09 Ghost’s backstory to 22 Ghost. But hey. A little wonky time logic is more preferable to me than just a big ol’ square of nothing on the timeline. (Plus it gives me more ammo for angst.)

I’m a bit new to the fandom (relatively speaking) so I don’t know too many popular HCs— but I’ll do my best. :>

I do think he has blonde hair, maybe a sort of a blonde/dirty-blonde-ish colour? Idk, I have like this specific shade in my brain that’s hard to find, lmao. Anyway, I think he’d have a slightly curly texture to his hair too, when he lets it get long enough to curl. Probably keeps it fairly short so he doesn’t have to bother with it much.

In a similar vein— scarring! I think he’d have a few facial scars, I’m a big ‘he has a scar cutting diagonally through his lip,’ truther. But he’d have a few other nicks here and there that didn’t heal quite right. Also, acne scars, definitely, mostly around the bridge of his nose and alone his cheekbones. Wearing that much eyeblack constantly and a mask all the time definitely fucks up the skin, at least a tad.

The ‘Do Not Resuscitate,’ tattoo across his chest. Definitely, yes. Give me all the angst involving this and inject it into my brain immediately please.

I’ve never heard the one about him having a sweet tooth before— but you know what? Hell yeah. Man’s takes three sugars with his tea, and half of what he eats on leave is junk food, what of it? Plus this works amazingly with my other HC that he can’t cook.

Nightmares + Light sleeper. He may be able to theoretically sleep anywhere, but it’s always a light sleep, and it’s always in stolen chunks of time, especially on a mission. If he wakes up, there’s no shot he’s falling back asleep anytime soon. I like to HC that he has nightmares on the field about the 141 dying in horrific ways that startle him awake— and to calm himself back down he has to go check on them to make sure they’re okay. Which is mildly traumatic to all parties the first few times when they’re still half asleep and roll over to see Ghost looming over them, trying to figure out if they’re breathing or not. Eventually they get used to it though, and don’t react to him other than a sleepy glance, and scooting over on whatever surface they have to pretend is a bed at the time so he can lay with them. Sometimes he can fall back asleep then, but he usually just keeps watch until they have to go.

Definitely makes his own masks, I mean, c’mon. Additional HC that his mum is the one that taught him to sew.

Drinks alcohol somewhat regularly— yes, but never very much of it. He can drink a lot, but he just prefers not to. Doesn’t want to chance getting out of control (cough 09 Ghost backstory trauma cough).

Idk if this one is popular or not— but I feel like he smokes a lot. I HC that it helps him think, and he feels safer doing it than drinking for stress relief. Probably would take smoke breaks with Price.

As for the dark romance stuff… Ehh… I think out of all the 141, Simon would be one of the more softer ones towards his partner. He’s not writing love letters or anything— but he’s definitely not throwing his partner around either. I feel like Simon would be ‘quietly affectionate,’ with his partner, doing what he can to take care of them or make their life a little bit easier. Personally since I use 09 Ghost’s lore for his backstory, there’s no way he’d be comfortable being overly rough or aggressive in an intimate scenario. Also, just to spread my propaganda, service switch Ghost for the win. •v• ↕️

I probably missed a few of the obvious popular ones— but oh well.

Hope that did your questions justice anon. :>

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