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If y’all have ever seen Dog Soldiers, the main guy (played by Kevin Mckidd I think) he really does look and feel so Simon Riley esque to me ; the final survivor, sharp asf, it was always gone be this way no matter how he smart he played it, no matter how hard those above tried to help—

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I don't know if it's because I listen to too many horror stories/no sleep subreddits, or just get paranoid when its dark out and I HAVE to keep the curtains drawn over the window bc I make myself paranoid over beings I think exist.

But sometimes when it's too dark, I imagine Ghost as like this viscous, wet shadow that sits in the corner of the room, soaking up every bit of light that happens to be human shaped. Oppressive and alarming, making your heart beat rabbit fast in your chest, fear clenching your jaw, hands shaking. You’re too scared to move, desperate for your eyes to adjust, waiting for your phone to charge so you can blind it. And you skitter off to your lightswitch fast, adrenaline shaking you like a ragdoll.

And then you turn the light on and oh. Just a man. Just a flesh and blood man. Just your imagination running wild over monsters in the dark when he’s literally just a guy in this what? Mid to late thirties? And his name is Simon, which is a really cute name tbh? Who makes stupid jokes and is so tall he probably bumps the hell outta his head like all the time? Every bump just adds an inch ig smfh. He probably hacks crazy phlegm up and stares at the color before he gets rid of it. Stfu tall ass sleep paralysis demon wannabe havin ass, I have work in a couple of hours and I am sweating with this heating pad, stop making people paranoid and go make some hot honey lemon tea.

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I have nothing creative to say rn

If you’re with Soap, it’s like a burning tragedy, idk man

The songs gotta be Howl by Florence and the machine, Too sweet by Hozier, and Born to Die by Lana Del Rey

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I think Price would appreciate how unhinged you might be. Not just in a normal kind of “you’re a bit weird” way but in like a “there’s definitely something wrong here”. He likes the way you snarl and snap and bite but also how you seem to wobble in life sometimes, as if you’re untethered from the world while he remains ever grounded. Where you’re moments from flying away, he’s hooked himself into you because there’s no way he’d let you go just like that

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you cut your finger and they,

lick the blood off : nikolai, soap, Gaz

kiss it better : ghost (dying on this hill), gaz, Laswell, rudy, Alejandro

Are not impressed : price (is amused tho), Laswell, graves, rudy

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Captain John Price as your emotionally-unavailable-but-weirdly-devoted-to-you-but-not-enough boyfriend that feels more like a situationship than a relationship because he never placed you high enough

Anyway I think I might write this

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"I can fix him" WELL MAYBE HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT, MAN! Maybe loving him isn't enough, maybe you just gotta let him be, maybe you just gotta accept it because to fix him instead of learning him isn't actually loving him, maybe you just gotta accept what he is

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Sometimes, you hate Soap. You hate how much he simply is, the way he moves, breathes, his very existence, sometimes the very sight of him drives you insane. You hate how much everyone loves him, hate how his very self seems to fill up a room in an instant, too much of a burning star in the dark of space. Sometimes you wish you had never met him, never loved him, had go on to be an old spinster with a million rabid little cats because it would have been better than the alternative.

Loving him, that is. Loving him the way that flowers love the sun, loving him how lungs love air, how hearts beat endlessly until they no longer can, how icarus had loved his crafted wings as he soared through he air only to come crashing down when it became too much.

To love Johnny is to love a star toward the end of its life, its death inevitable and rotted in your mouth, leaving a sick taste of those roots like the worst kind of poison. Maybe that had been why you loved him though. Maybe it was because of just how beautiful Johnny was that you thought you might be an exception to the rule, to the story, to life.

But of course you weren't.

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For Gaz, he holds you like you’re a ghost—though he might have the dangerous job, it’s taken becoming apart of the 141 for him to see and understand how quickly you could disappear from his grasp. I think he loves you desperately despite himself, despite what he knows he’s capable of, what he knows he’ll do to keep you with him, to keep you safe so tragedy doesn’t befall his carefully held life with you. He loves with all the fear in his heart despite it, loves you like he might have already lost you, loves you so preciously that it’s painful.

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Yaba ai instructor is so soap coded

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Laswell must be rough for someone so fucking collected all the time—everything piling down on her, things she has to fix, things that have to be kept quiet, cleaned up, dirtied, written and unwritten—and she comes to you, lovely and obedient lil thing that you are—

And she snatches you by your face, cheeks smushed between surprisingly strong fingers, after you made her come once and when you don’t give her a chance to breathe from the come down, spits in your mouth and calls you a “Bad fucking dog!”

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wanna watch horror movies with soap—him wrapped up all behind you, holding you tight, face burrowed into your neck as you jump and laugh

His lips are pressed to your pulse, humming every time it jumps from a scare on screen and you’re so impossibly warm in his arms that he can’t help but wonder—

“Maybe I should chase you down like that, bonnie.”

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…it would be an honor to get slapped by Laswell actually

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he’s the type of guy who gets your knees by your ears cause he loves the way you struggle, laughing when you squirm and try to push him off when he knows how much you like it

“come on, you can do better that that” he tells you, all the while pressing deeper

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Desperately need a hug from John price actually

One of those like

Hug you so tight you feel like your spine might break kind of hugs, the ones that pop your bones bit he’s so warm that it doesn’t even matter and all you can smell are his cigars

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Simon Riley’s love is a terrible devotion. Hell maybe even a curse for just how much he loves. He loves with his whole self no matter the pain, you’re burrowed into his chest whether you want to be there or not and he will sew himself up so you can never leave him

Simon Riley knows pain like no other, knows what’s it’s like to take it and give it, and he etched himself into the very being of your life, inescapable, ever present, unending

This man is the threat of love. He will take care of you even when you don’t need it, you don’t want it, and he does so with all that he is, looming over you like the inevitable guillotine. He will love you but he will not do it delicately—if he could swallow you whole, lock you away, take all that you are into him than he would if it meant that you would be forever safe, forever his

His to love, his to adore, his to never leave

Simon riley loves with every bit of his being, even the parts that are broken and fractured and dusty and still buried and he does so like a stray dog that will follow you to the ends of the earth

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I don’t care if it’s past Valentine’s Day, Simon Riley gets you that card that has a little paper cut out that pops up in the middle when you open it