#at least hesh if nothing else

[bluebellwrenart]

𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐨𝐠

[graysnetwork]

LISTENNN, Keegan during nnn???

Ooo😏🤭

NNN

Keegan’s sex drive isn’t crazy, at least he likes to say that, but really it’s just 3 times a week; at least, he doesn’t like being too needy but he’s a man, and he has wants.

Hesh decided it’s be a good idea to mention ‘No Nut November’ to Keegan, and had the even better idea to challenge him to it.

And Keegan didn’t take challenges lightly, and hesh knew that well, so when he decided to tell him “I bet you couldn’t do it” he knew Keegan would get all riled up and he’d commit. So since Keegan has come home with you he’d text Hesh everyday and say “another day bitch” or something to that degree, you get it.

Soon though, it was getting hard, watching you through the steamed up glass shower door, in his shirt and panties (rarely) when you slept, you bending over and looking around the closet for an outfit while your body was wrapped in a towel, you looking for things under the couch making you go in downward dog position, or when you were relaxing on the couch (again) in his shirt and panties.

It was torture just having to stare at you.

And you’re obliviously doing these things and he knows it, he knows you can do these things purposely but half of the time he gets turned on by you it’s by subtle things that you do without thinking. He thought it was so much cuter.. hotter when you had not one thought behind those pretty eyes.

Keegan sat at the couch staring at the Tv in boredom, nothing seemed to make him interested at the moment. He felt like something was missing, like there was something else he had to do today. And that could be the dishes he said he’d do, or the laundry he said he’d help you with, or it could be the raging boner he had.

The tent in his pants were noticeable, how could you not notice them? You thought as you walked downstairs and sat next to him, he wrapped his arm around you and threw the remote into your lap as he stared at you. You were also bored, you simply put a Netflix movie on and turned to look at Keegan.

“are you su-”

“Yes” he interrupted you, he knew what you were gonna say— ‘are you sure you don’t want me to help you with that?’ —And no he wasn’t sure, because he wanted you so badly, but his pride had taken over already, he wasn’t going to lose against hesh.

“Okay” you said and turned the volume up. That was that, the end of the conversation and you rested your head on his shoulder.

At some point, you can’t really remember, but you had gotten up to go make some food, coincidentally Keegan got a message— ‘you win’ — from Hesh. It was a brief message, with no context it would have confused anyone. But Keegan smiled and texted back ‘I knew you couldn’t do it’

He chuckled and finally got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. He saw you cutting some vegetables. He came up behind you and kissed you on the neck. Both hands were gently placed on your waist. One hand traveling down and toying with your cunt. You could hear his pants drop and he swiftly pulled your bottoms down too.

“m’baby.. i missed you” I groaned as he entered your tight pussy.

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Anyways���

(reading this again made me remember i always think of the nnn thing turned into them just trying outlast each other and not the month but i never wrote it cuz i felt like this story was already fine but yeah🙇🏻‍♀️)

[howlionj]

let's talk about keegan being ashamed that he has feelings for logan because i love pathetic men.

his shame rooted in understanding that logan can and probably will do better than sergeant russ. youngest walker is handsome and his life even in current circumstances is more than that war. he seen more, felt more, tried more. he has family, he knows how does it feel to have good memories of childhood and adolescence. he knows all perks of civilian life because he experienced them firsthand. even if his father trained both of walkers like it was military camp.

and keegan? his life started when he almost died at his first mission. he's a good soldier, but this is it. his whole life is battlefields and missions. he tried once to adjust to civil life like for example elias or kick but it didn't work out. there were nothing appealing for him because he has everything meaningful in s.t.a.l.k.e.r.

and it's not like logan interested in him romantically. to be honest, keegan can't tell if he really interested in anything else that isn't his brother riley or rifles. he himself a closeted person and silent most of the times, but logan is on another level. he didn't ask elias or hesh why youngest walker doesn't speak partially because keegan sensed that there's some tragic story behind and he's in no a position to speak about it.

plus, it's actually a fraternisation to be romantically involved with your fellow soldier. and in given situation it most likely would end to elias sign him off to single operations far away from logan.

so yes, he's least fitting candidate for logan to date for many reasons. but sometimes keegan dreams about it anyway. for example, when logan leans too close on briefing and touches his shoulder. or when he smiles at his dad jokes. or when he scoots over seeking for a better position.

sergeant russ is a simple man so he sticks with that and dreams about more.

[gobiin-z]

CHAPTER 4 IS DONE BABY WOOOOOOHOOOOOO

Hope you enjoy!

“Chase”

June 30th - 15:07

Downtown Caracas, Venezuela

Captain David “Hesh” Walker

“What just went past?”

Hesh didn’t move. His eyes were glued to the alleyway. What was that? A large dog, maybe? No, this…thing, was walking - running, rather - on 2 legs. A person then. But who? They didn’t look like a local, from the little that Hesh had seen. They wore something equivalent to a black uniform, not really something you’d wear if you lived in the North of South America.

Merrick, having noticed the odd behaviour, decided to speak up.

“Hesh-“

“You’re in charge.”

Merrick received a quick, unfocused pat on the shoulder before Hesh walked off, quickly increasing to a jog as he pursued the man he had seen.

Exasperated, Merrick let out a sigh. “Not again…” he thought. He watched, partly in disbelief and partly in frustration, as Hesh disappeared into the alleyway, before turning to the rest of the soldiers, gesturing to the man behind him with his thumb, and muttering:

“Listen to everything he says. He’s in charge for the moment.”

With a “Yes sir!” From the other soldiers, Merrick ran after Hesh.

Eventually, Merrick caught up, watching cautiously as Hesh stood and surveyed the forest he now found himself at the edge of.

“Jesus Hesh, I can run, but not like I used to, the fuck was all that about-“

“Someone’s here Merrick. …Someone’s watching us.”

“…what.”

“I saw someone run past whilst we were listening to that man. Didn’t look like a local.”

“Well they probably were a local, no one else is here-“

“And how do you know that? You said we were here to protect, that’s what I’m trying to do.” Hesh interrupted.

Defeated, Merrick dropped his shoulders. Why did Hesh have to be so stubborn?

“Fine, fine, if that’s what you think.”

They stood, watching the forest for something. Anything, really. But nothing was there. At least, not until they turned their backs, albeit Hesh doing so hesitantly.

They felt the wind rush behind them and turned back around, watching as a man clad in black ran past. Without thinking, Hesh ran after the mysterious man.

Through trees and bushes they ran, chasing after each other like a game of cat and mouse. The pursue went on for what felt like a while, Hesh repeatedly closing the distance between him and the man before they spread out again. Closing in on the man for what felt like the gazillionth time, Hesh pounced on the man, pushing him to the floor. The man kept moving, desperate to escape Hesh’s iron-like grip. Almost subconsciously, Hesh grabbed the man and slammed his head into the floor, knocking him unconscious.

He took a moment to regain his breath from the chase and searched the man’s clothes for any weapons. He didn’t find any, which was…odd, to say the least, but he found something else instead.

A folded-up piece of paper, shoved haphazardly into the man’s pocket. Hesh grabbed the paper and opened it. The paper was crumpled and torn at the edges, pencil smudges and incoherent writing sprawled across the page. The thing that caught is eye, however, was a symbol in the corner. It was small, and it was clear that it been rubbed t more than once but the symbol is still readable nonetheless. And it told Hesh what he needed to know.

They were back.

He stood up, grabbed the man and trudged back to Merrick.

After a while, Hesh finally saw Merrick in the distance. Merrick stood with his arms crossed, looking less than pleased with Hesh.

“Do you just…chase everything that runs? Something you’re not telling me?” Merrick says, half accusingly and half frustratedly.

“They’re back.” Hesh pushed the piece of paper into Merrick’s hand and walked past, still dragging the unconscious man along with him.

Merrick very briefly looked at the paper, before looking ack at Hesh and the man.

Hesh, wait, what about the guy!-“ Merrick ran after Hesh, hoping to get some kind of explanation about the unconscious body.

Not as long as the other chapters, but the next few might be longer for,,,,plot purposes

Basically a lot of Hesh being sad

[macravishedbymactavish]

In Sickness & In Health (Dad!David "Hesh" Walker x Mom! F Reader)

TW: Mentions of stomach flu/symptoms, mentions of pregnancy and parenthood, some suggestive themes (not old enough to go to the bar legally - not old enough to be on my blog)

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"I know honey, I'm sorry" you whispered, rocking your son as he softly whined; still not understanding why he feels so bad. The fever, likely body aches, vomiting all day and lack of sleep all snowballed into you sitting with him in the middle of your dimly lit livingroom at 2:06am.

You've tried absolutely everything, medication, luke warm baths, cool compresses, even the meals your father in law made your husband when he was sick growing up. Every trick in the book, with no relief.

"Don't feel good" your son cried, pressing his face further in your chest as you leaned back into the couch.

At least your back felt relief if nothing else.

This was the worst case of the flu your house had seen in a very long time. Your oldest had it 2 days ago, your husband felt off yesterday, and now your youngest was suffering in their footsteps. You hoped and prayed that being cuddled up to your sick little one wouldn't cause you to fall into the same fate. Not that you hadn't been puking nearly every day for the past month for other reasons. But how do you say no when your child begs for specifically you?

"I'll take him" Hesh held his arms out, clearly exhausted as well. Being up with your oldest, then dealing with this himself yesterday. "Whatever he has I probably have already".

You nodded, shifting to hand the small boy over to him when a hand gripped the front of your shirt. Refusing to let go.

"No, just mama" he whispered, his little green eyes glazed over with a fever but begging you to stay. You always teased Hesh how it was incredibly unfair that you grew both boys, and they had the audacity to come out looking exactly like him.

He's been joking now that there's so much pressure riding on your third child.

"I've got this. Go get some sleep, you look exhausted" you gave your husband a small smile, leaning over to press a quick peck to his cheek as he left the room. Going to help your oldest get ready for bed.

Which left you here, hoping your son would calm down enough to sleep. That any of the medication you attempted to give him would take effect and soothe his sore tummy.

Rubbing his back slowly, you felt his small sobs become quieter and quieter as his breathing started to even out. You waited a few minutes to ensure he was actually asleep before scooping him up to carry him to his room.

He woke up when you tripped over Riley's back leg leaving the livingroom. Very groggy and half asleep, but still awake enough to feel off. Leaving you to curl up in his bed with him, rubbing his small back as he gripped the front of your shirt again.

You laid with the small boy, hoping sleep would take him into its embrace again soon. Muscles screaming from the position you were pretzeled in to fit on the bed, your bones feeling like they've been replaced with lead as the exhaustion hit.

"Night mama" you heard a faint, sleepy whisper from beside you as he curled further into his blanket. Fingers releasing your shirt slowly. Finally.

A small smile adorning your lips as you pressed a loving kiss to his hair. Watching him relax into a peaceful sleep, hopefully he'll feel better again when he wakes up.

Moving slow, making sure not to disturb your greatest challenge of the night you slipped out of the bed. Stretching your sore body before padding over to your shared bed, ready to get at least a couple hours of sleep tonight.

4:35am

You couldn't help the pang of annoyance you felt looking at the time. Knowing if you were lucky you'd get 2, maybe 3 hours of sleep before your oldest was up. Pushing those thoughts aside you made your way to the bed, only to be greeted by your bedhog husband and Riley (who insisted on sleeping with all 4 legs spread right out in front of him).

"You're kidding" you softly groaned, rubbing at the dogs side. Hoping to wake him up and convince him to move. You doubted your ability to win, considering he was being spooned by Hesh right now.

"Riley, come on buddy. Let me in" you whispered, watching hopefully as the dog opened one eye to look at you before promptly closing it again and getting more comfortable in YOUR spot??

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you moved to your husband's side of the bed. Both hands on his back, you gave him a few small shoves forward. Ignoring his sleepy groans of protest. After gaining a few inches of room, you slid in behind the man. Arm wrapping around his waist as you cuddled in and let your body finally relax into sleep.

--

When you finally woke up, you noticed 3 things.

1). It was still fairly dark in the room

2). You were now alone in the bed, with your favourite blanket added overtop of you

3). Small giggles and your husband teasing your children about something from another room in the house.

10:46am

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, ensuring you read the time right. It was rare for you to sleep in, especially this late (no matter what time you went to bed the night before).

Now awake, you realized that Hesh must've closed the curtains and threw your favourite throw blanket (that he despised for some unknown reason) over you. Knowing it increased your chances of getting a few extra hours of sleep. Stretching in the bed, you smiled wide; even many years, 2 relationship status changes and 2.5 kids he never stopped showing his love and affection.

"Shush!" You heard a familiar trio of giggles coming down the hallway. "You're going to ruin it buddy, stop laughing"

"Stop talking dad! You're too loud" your oldest scolded back, in a rather loud whisper. You rolled over, pretending to be asleep when the door to your room opened. Small footsteps, and the sound of nails clicking against the floor caused you to slowly open your eyes and smile.

"Morning mama!" The boys cheered in unison, their green eyes lit up with love and excitement. "We made you mama juice and brekki"

Your cheeks began to hurt as your smile widened, opening your arms they crawled up on the bed. Cuddling into your sides as Riley laid by your feet. Both boys explaining their seperate roles in the morning surprise, and all the messes they decided to pin on Hesh.

"Hey! The egg wasn't me" he laughed from the doorway, 2 mugs of coffee in hand. "Breakfast is downstairs, these monsters couldn't agree who should wake you up with the surprise"

You pulled both boys a bit closer, kisses applied to both of their heads before they hopped off the bed. Excited to show you the fruits of their labour. You swung your legs over the side, before stopping dead. Squeezing your eyes closed, letting a deep sigh out of your nose as it hit you.

You heard Hesh direct your kids downstairs in the background, as you focused on not emptying your already empty stomach. Coffee temporarily forgotten on the nightstand, you felt warm hands rest on your thighs as he crouched in front of you.

"Morning sickness really kicking your ass this time around, huh?" He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. Wishing he could do more to alleviate the symptoms.

"This" you gestured toward yourself, "is your fault. You couldn't have let one of them look like me" you teased once the wave of nausea passed. "Just need to get past this first little bit, then we're home free."

"You're amazing" he whispered, eyes filled with adoration and love. You felt your face warm up before pulling him into a soft kiss, arms slipping lazily over his shoulders. His hands slipping up your thighs to find purchase on your hips. You could stay like this forever.

"Ew!" Or not.

Your youngest stood in the doorway, pouting with his arms crossed. Clearly unimpressed by the sight before him. Chuckling, you rested your face into Hesh's neck. Whispering that you should probably make your way downstairs before you were dragged down there by toddlers.

Grabbing your coffee in one hand, and your sons little palm in the other; you let yourself be guided downstairs to the dining room. Where pancakes, fruits, bacon and....Logan sat. Listening happily as your oldest rambled on about something, using his entire body to convey his excitement.

"Mama and dad were being gross!" Your youngest declared halfway though your meal. Proceeding to rant on about the disgusting scene he was exposed to. Cheeks heating up, you kept your eyes focused on the plate. Actively trying to avoid the amused gaze from your brother in law.

"Already planning a fourth? The third isn't even done growing yet" your head shot up, as you heard Hesh burst out laughing from beside you. Before you could make any remark, you felt the telltale sinking in your stomach, and breath catching in your throat.

Swiftly excusing yourself, you made a beeline out of the room. Shaking as you kneeled on the bathroom floor, groaning softly. This sucked so much.

Leaning back after a second, you heard small feet running down the hallway. Soon after your youngest walked in the room, a glass of water held firmly between his small hands. You wondered if they filled it half full initially, or if he accidentally started washing your floors on the way here.

"Sorry I got you sick, mama" he frowned, holding the glass out to you. "Dad and Uncle Lo said this would make you feel better" you happily accepted the glass, drinking the cool water. Closing your eyes, relishing the feeling of the liquid soothing your throat.

"It's okay honey. Are you feeling any better?" You asked, standing up from the floor and following your son back to the kitchen. Silently thanking the higher powers that your floor somehow remained dry through the delivery.

"I'm full of pancake" he shrugged, wandering out to the livingroom to play with his brother and Uncle. Leaving you and Hesh alone in the kitchen.

"Bug or baby?" Your husband asked in a hushed tone, pulling you into a hug. You shrugged, resting your head against his shoulder.

"Hopefully the latter, considering Logan's taking the boys until tomorrow" he explained, grabbing a handful of your ass for a second before rubbing his hand up your back.

"You seriously called your brother to babysit so you can get laid?" Pushing back, you laughed at his sheepish expression. "What if I do have a that bug and I end up sick all day?"

"That's actually why I called him. Give us the day off to sleep, cuddle and recover without the tiny hurricanes destroying the place. Let them destroy his house, good practice. If you however feel up to it, I'm not about to deny you the DLC activities" you laughed at his offer, pressing a loving kiss to his throat before turning out of his arms and walking to the livingroom.

"You three have a sleepover planned I hear?" You smiled, watching their expressions light up as they sat on the floor, bricks of lego strewn about. Your two talking over one another telling you about all the plans they had for tonight. From blanket forts and ice cream to maybe getting to go to the beach later. You were just glad to see them both feeling better.

"No beaches, ice cream or raiding Uncle Logan's blanket supply if you don't get packed" Hesh called from the kitchen, putting the last couple of plates in the dishwasher. His arm swinging in the room, causing your sons to shoot up from their spots - excited to pack up for the night.

"They do love hanging out at Uncle Logans house" you teased lightly, poking the man on the floor with your foot. "Thank you for taking them on short notice"

"I don't mind, they're fun. Plus we're taking Riley too" Logan was downplaying the excitement and love he had for these visits. The childlike imagination and energy bringing him back to his own childhood. "You focus on feeling better, yeah? You're 3D printing my first neice there".

"Or third nephew. The jury's out this time" you chuckled, the only detail your friends and family could agree on for baby Walker #3 was they would be happy, healthy, and spoiled right rotten. And look like their dad.

"Let's go!" Both boys came running into the room, arms raised above their heads as they cheered. Backpacks hanging off their shoulders. "Come on Riley, sleepover with Uncle Logan!"

"That is my cue" he chuckled, pulling you into a quick side hug. Reminding you to feel better ASAP, and that the kids were welcome over for as long as needed.

Pressing soft kisses to both of your sons heads, reminding them to be good and that you loved them you watched them follow your brother in law out the door. Happily chattering away about something you didn't catch.

"So," you started, leaning into your husband who was now beside you. Your stomach empty and finally settling from earlier.

"About those DLC activities"

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja @ai-luni

[maccreadysbaby]

AHHHHHHHHHH I loved single dad logan!!!! I’m hooked on these two and their boys! Wouldn’t be mad if there was another post about them? 👀

Hehehehehe okay 🥰

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A CALL TO WAR™︎

Y/n, Logan, McKade, and Elliot were living the good life. It didn’t take long for the boys to warm up to calling both parents mom and dad

after their wedding (which was held in Y/n’s hometown), and a lot of consideration, they decided they would be happier out of the city and somewhere else, like Louisiana where Y/n grew up

something about quiet country nights just seemed like the most peaceful and beautiful place to raise their (almost) teenagers

the boys were twelve when they decided, screw it, they were moving across the country. It was closer to Y/n’s family, closer to where a few of Logan’s relatives and friends had settled down, closer to everything and nothing all at once

surprisingly McKade and Elliot were perfectly alright with it. They’d been having bullying problems at school anyways and were more than happy to leave the crowded city of detroit

so that summer, with a few suitcases of clothes and essentials each, the four of them just drove from the north all the way down to the dirty south

Logan was the worst car ride dj in the world. He only played nineties hits and older because that was what his military friends and father always listened to

totally a dad that puts his hand behind the seat like 🫴 when they stopped to get the boys snacks

they bought a two bedroom farmhouse with a barn out back (for goodness knows what) and the boys were practically ecstatic that they’d have to share a bedroom

it took a while of sleeping on air mattresses and eating out for them to get the house nice and ready, but by the end of the summer, it was the cutest farmhouse y/n had ever stepped foot into

she and Logan got jobs at the same company that allowed them to work remotely from home, which was a huge, huge privilege

they made several traditions in that house

like pancake Saturdays, where Logan and Y/n would wake up the boys early so they could make a pancake assembly line (even though Elliot had turned thirteen and claimed he was too old for chocolate chip smiley faces)

Logan would always flip the pancakes, and accidentally launch one at Y/n’s face. At least one every Saturday without fail

once the boys go back to school, y/n and Logan find time to go on cute dates and spend alone time with each other

they hang out with hesh a lot, because he lives pretty close (not really, like an hour away but he’s willing to drive to see Logan and his family)

he’s definitely the cool single uncle type

McKade and Elliot get so hype to see their Uncle Hesh

Keegan lives farther but still comes around occasionally

Elliot and McKade love to listen to their war stories

y/n and Logan went on a hike once and discovered a quarry on their land and now when Hesh and Keegan come over they all go to the quarry and jump off of the rocks and have campfires there in the summer

McKade and Elliot have lots of friends at school that have chickens and they convinced Logan and y/n they needed some, too! So now they have little chickens in their barn

y/n didn’t really know what to feed them for the first couple of days so she scrambled them eggs and and all three of the boys were just like 👀 cannibalism

everything was going great until one chilly October day, they got a call from the boys’ new middle school that McKade had gotten sick in class

which was normal for most kids, but not McKade. He hadn’t been sick since he was a baby, so neither him nor Y/n had ever dealt with that before

they picked him up from school that day and Y/n was basically a mess because oh my god her twelve year old son was laying across the backseats of their truck in actual agony saying his stomach felt like it was ripping itself apart

Logan was there to calm her down though, probably holding her hand while he drove because he’s supportive like that :,)

y/n had no clue what she was doing but it was okay because Logan was an amazing caretaker

It seriously made her heart melt the first night McKade was sick, she went into his bedroom and Logan was asleep in his bed with him

it was a little unnerving, too, though, because McKade (being thirteen and officially a teenager) thought he was way too old to sleep with people now and the fact that he felt bad enough to want Logan to stay worried her

they thought it was just a stomach bug until day two, when he was still throwing up like every thirty minutes and was crying from the pain

They took him to the ER while Elliot was at school and found out he had to get his appendix removed

and Y/n didn’t take very well to hearing that

but Logan was always by her side, whispering quiet things and reassuring her that he had his taken out at sixteen and he was still a fully functional human being. After all the surgery wasn’t super invasive and tons of people had it done all the time

the only ones that weren’t on board were McKade and Elliot. McKade was terrified and Elliot hated the thought of surgeons cutting his brother open

but with a lot of support from Logan, all three of them got through it with flying colors. McKade recovered fast and y/n was forever grateful for Logan being what kept her grounded

they were living the dream life, with chickens that they loved to raise, two perfect boys that they spend time with, and the perfect farmlife

until it came crashing down again in the worst way possible

One lazy Saturday afternoon, while the boys were at a birthday party a professional looking military man showed up at their house to talk to Logan

y/n didn’t think much of it until he came back inside from the porch with a pale face and dull eyes

”what’s wrong, Logan?” She questioned, drifting up next to him and placing a hand on his arm. She thought someone he knew might’ve died

but when he just stared at the floor and shook his head, she knew it was something worse

”come on, babe, talk to me,”

he couldn’t even lift his eyes to her as he whispered: “the ghosts are being requested for a war in the Middle East. I have to go back.”

at that moment, y/n’s world seemed to shatter

”when are you leaving?”

”they want us in Santa Monica by tuesday,”

for a while, y/n just hugged him and cried. The thought of the love of her life jumping back into a war zone after the gut wrenching stories he hold her made her feel absolutely hopeless

she didn’t notice, but he was crying, too

and when McKade and Elliot got home that night, they had to tell them, which was the most heartbreaking thing she’d ever witnessed. Elliot, because Logan was the only dad he’d ever known, the one he was raised by, and McKade, because he was finally getting used to having a dad again and now he was going to war

they ended up sleeping on the couch that night. Elliot and McKade were just as wrecked as their mother was and Logan was the only one that didn’t cry himself to sleep that night

Y/n had imagined so many variations of her future with Logan, but none of them ever involved four broken hearts and a call to war

[simonxriley]

OC Interview!

I was tagged by the wonderful @natesofrellis and @thomrainer to do this oc interview. Thank you! 💜

Tagging @playstationmademe @nightwingshero @sstewyhosseini @chuckhansen @hoesephseed @echo3-1 @leviiackrman @cameoninja and anyone else that wants to do it!!!

Went with Liz's canon verse and the one and only Simon "Ghost" Riley is the interviewer. Because she would tell everyone to fuck off and Price wouldn't care either way. I also thought it would be cute to have him interview her.

Name?

"Elizabeth Anne Walker or shall I say Liz Riley! No one calls me Elizabeth and I prefer going by Liz anyways."

Are you single?

"I don't know Simon? Am I single?"

Simon: "No, we're married." He chucked. "Silly."

Are you happy?

"Probably for the first time in my life, I can truly say that I am."

Are you angry?

"As much as my life has changed for the better, I'm always going to be angry. Between the years of emotional abuse and neglect from my father to Shepherd's betrayal, that anger will always be there."

(Simon nods)

Are your parents still married?

"No, my mom died when I was two years old." She sighed. "I wonder what my life would've been like if she lived."

Birth Place?

"San Diego, CA."

Hair Color?

"Dark brown, black."

Eye Color?

"Brown."

Birthday?

"July 20th, 1992."

Mood?

"Content, maybe a little annoyed."

Simon: "That's what you get from trying to prank Price, love. It isn't going to happen."

Liz: "We'll see about that."

Simon: *Scoffs*

Gender?

"Female."

Summer or winter?

"Before I moved here I would've picked summer, but now I'd say winter. I like being all cozy under a blanket and wearing sweaters. You don't get that in San Diego."

Morning or afternoon?

"Neither. No, wait. Morning."

Simon: "Is it because you like hiding my balaclava so I have to search for it and I'm late for work?"

Liz: "I would never do such a thing."

Simon: "Sure you wouldn't."

Liz: "Shush."

Simon: *Laughs*

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

"Hmm, let me think." She begins tapping her chin with her index finger. "Yes, Yes I am!"

Simon: "Good, I am too!"

Who ended your last relationship?

"He did." She sighed. "I deserved it for what I did."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"Yes. In most cases I wouldn't have cared, but Dunn didn't deserve it. He was nothing more than good and kind to me and I ripped his heart out like it was nothing. It's one of the few things I regret."

Simon: "At least you two made up and became friends again. That has to mean something?"

Liz: "It really does."

Are you afraid of commitments?

"I wouldn't say I'm afraid of commitments, I just didn't care for them at the time. Times have changed."

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

"Obviously. You and our daughter."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

"Uh, no."

Simon: "Really?"

Liz: "Yup."

Simon: "Wow."

Have you ever broken your own heart?

"Unfortunately. It's only human."

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

"Younger me would say lust. Now it would be love."

Lemonade or ice tea?

"Ice tea. I wasn't really a fan of lemonade and Logan thought I was weird for it."

Cats or dogs?

"Both. Can't choose, won't choose."

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"A few best friends. The smaller the friends group the better in my eyes."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"My wild nights out are over, romantic night in with my favorite person."

Simon: "Unless you get drunk at home, then your wild nights are not over. Makes for an entertaining night though."

Liz: *Heavy sigh*

Day or night?

"Night. I'm a night owl as you know."

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

"Not by my dad, but Hesh. Which didn't do much in the long run."

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Simon: *Trying to hold back the laughter*

"Don't you say a damn thing, Simon."

Simon: "I haven't said a word."

Liz: "Good, let's keep it that way."

Simon: "Okay, lil miss I trip up the stairs."

Liz: *Facepalms*

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Yes, who hasn't?"

Wanted to disappear?

"No, my father made me this way, he's going to have to deal with me as well."

Simon: "He did have to deal with you until you got reassigned."

Liz: "That's true."

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

"Eyes."

Shorter or taller?

"Taller."

Intelligence or attraction?

"Intelligence, attraction is just a bonus."

Hook-up or relationship?

"Past me would for sure say hook-up, I've had enough of those in my life. Now, however I would say relationship."

=Family=

Do you and your family get along?

"No, the only person I get along with is my brother, Logan. The only one that actually treated me with respect and love."

Simon: "He is a good big brother. And uncle."

Liz: "He really is!"

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

"If a messed up life is having your dad emotionally abuse and neglect you for years because you didn't want to join the military only to join the military because you thought he would love you more only to realize it wouldn't change a damn thing? And because of that I became reckless and rage-full. Then yes, I would say I have a messed up life."

Have you ever run away from home?

"Nah, I liked my house and I had Logan."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"I would've liked to see him try."

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"Yes. I don't think it's a secret though. Soap knows I don't like him that much."

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

"For the most part, yeah."

Who is your best friend?

"You and Logan."

Who knows everything about you?

"Also you and Logan."