lists of request that i have currently saved:

könig sick comfort

argument hcs w ghost and soap

injured/near death experience w ghost

i'll be posting these soon. (　ﾟдﾟ)..(hopefully)

• snores so fckin loud when he's tired but only when he's like fr tired

• ears very sensitive (literally to anything)

• pyromaniac

• has a very strict skincare routine

• has a rilakkuma plushie

• actually a big gamer (had a gameboy when he was younger)

• always talks about video games w gaz

• goes into full nerd mode if asked about sniper rifles and bombs/explosives (he's info dumping shh)

• def has audhd sorry (im not)

• proud of his arm muscles always goes around flexin em

• tolerates no bullying. if a private is being rude he'll make em run laps until they pass out

• gives the best and warmest hugs ever

• literally a human heater

• can play the guitar :)

• has a nice singing voice but keeps it a secret bc he's insecure

• loves anything star shaped tbh

• animal lover!! doesn't have a preference but if he had to choose he would say foxes are his fave

• feeds stray cats

• rescues animals on the field all the time

• (actually adopted a dog he rescued w ghost <3 a malinois btw)

• loves! loves!! LOVES!!! tattoos

• would get a bunch of piercings if he was allowed to

• hates styling his mohawk on lazy days so it just stays messy (screaming)

• this is canon but his little diary is so cute he draws so well!! loves doing portraits of 141 and loves drawing nature :)

• handles his liquor well but he once threw up bc of a bottle of jäger and gets nauseous everytime someone even mentions it LMAO

• once he gets drunk he's drunk. so loud n literally goes around being buddy-buddy w anyone

long ass note:

so i got this request which i won't be showing in case it might trigger someone nor will i tag the person who requested this bc im not sure if he would be comfortable with it. i've never written about sh hurt comfort before, simply because i didn't feel like i could do justice for the comfort part but i tried my best and tried to make it not so triggering. your media consumption is your own responsibility, please proceed carefully and do not read if you're not in the right mindset. if you're struggling, i know it's hard but please reach out to a loved one or even me. you're not alone, you matter.

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price:

it was purely on accident that he saw your scars. he wouldn't mention it to you but he would ask around, people you interact with if they've heard or seen anything. when they asked questions he would simply shut them down or use his rank and pull the "classified information" card. he wouldn't really know what to do, given he's your superior so it was kind of his responsibility, so he got in touch with kate to help him find a therapist. his first instinct is to get professional help if needed. he would invite you to his office so it's just the two of you and make you comfortable, even make you a cup of tea. he would approach the topic carefully and wouldn't force you to tell anything you didn't want to, reassure you that he's not upset, he just wants to help. if you refuse to get a therapist it's okay, he completely understands and will offer you to talk to him instead. he may come off as stern sometimes but it's just because he genuinely cares so much about you and is worried constantly, no matter how old the scars are. he would try to think of alternatives for you to put that energy into if you still struggle and would be there anytime to comfort you. he kinda acts like a dad (like w everyone bruh)

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ghost:

oh sweet lord this man. he kind of had a feeling when he noticed that even in the hottest weather you only wore long sleeved clothes. he would notice them when your sleeve and the somewhat shorts you had on accidentally rolled up. you just ignored his eyes burning holes through you, given it was normal for him to just stare menacingly at anyone. (not on purpose tho he just looks mean by default) i wouldn't say it would trigger him, but it would definitely stir up some unpleasant feelings inside of him because of his past. he knows exactly how you feel and wants to help you, no matter if you're a friend or just some rando at the base. just like price he would approach the subject carefully, knowing well how hard it is to reach out for help and how it's even harder to open up and actually talk about it. he isn't the best at comforting but he's is a damn good listener and he'll let you know that if you need him don't hesitate to talk to him even if it feels useless. will crack those stupid jokes of his to make you feel better lol tbh i feel like he would be the best kind of person to open up to because he relates so much, he completely understands the feeling of being ashamed of self-destructive activities and would be the sweetest during a relapse. would caress gently the older scars on your body if you allow him to :(<3

he strikes me as a very straightforward person bc of the graves scene. my dude just straight up told the cabrón to stfu (as he should!!) so based on this i think as soon as he sees he's all up in your business. of course not with the intention to make you uncomfortable but he just wants to make sure you're okay and is absolutely willing to help whether it's finding a therapist or just giving a shoulder to lean on. he values every single person in his life and would literally do anything for them and obviously you're no exception. ngl it would be kind of uncomfortable and awkward as you're not used to so much attention especially surrounding your mental health, but he just wants to do good and he's willing to do anything to help and i mean anything. you need a break from work? done. a hug? you don't even have to ask. he will do everything for you if you feel too drained to do even basic things such as cooking meals, helping you shower if you're comfortable with that and etc. basically becomes a househusband for you!

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you are furious. not only did simon jump in front of a goddamn bullet that was meant for you, almost costing him his life but he has been disobeying both the head physician's and price's orders to stay put and not do anything that might put a strain on his injury or make it worse. you had caught him sneaking out of the shared gym at the base while clutching his side, right where his wound was. you two haven't spoken since the whole incident but you decided enough is enough and you refuse to let it go on like this any longer.

"simon, open up." you say, voice stern but still somewhat quiet while knocking on his door. you knew you did not have to raise your voice.

you hear the door squeak when simon opens it but stops before it can even go halfway. you can only see one of his eyes, his balaclava still on.

"what do you want?" his deep voice makes you tremble slightly. you almost forgot how easy it is for him to leave you weak in the knees.

"we need to talk."

"about what?" he huffs, clearly annoyed that you are "wasting" his precious time.

"you know damn well about what. are you gonna let me in or do you want the whole squad to hear?" you sent a mocking smile his way and you could see him rolling his eye, but it worked. the door creaked some more as you shut it behind yourself.

you've been in his room before. late-night conversations with one or two "cuppas" as simon calls them. finding comfort in each other from time to time after a flashback or a nightmare. you like to think that you two are close but with simon "ghost" riley you never know. you respect his privacy and he respects yours. no intimate information was ever shared between you or at least none you were already aware of. it was to "keep things" professional." he said. you know he doesn't even consider you a friend, more like somewhat of a co-worker but even that didn't stop you from developing romantic feelings for him. romance and feelings aren't your strong suit, but with him, it just happened.

most people would describe him as ruthless, terrifying and such. it was true. ghost was indeed a brutal person, but not simon. the man who stayed up with you countless times, rubbed your back while you were puking your guts out after a drinking game with soap went a bit too far, and all the other times that you couldn't thank him enough. not to mention those stupid jokes he makes all the time even out on the field.

"you're an asshole." you sigh. he doesn't say a thing but you could see in his eyes that he didn't expect that. "you had no right to do that."

"i saved your life and the mission was a success. i don't know what's your problem but if you continue whining like a little bitch, you might as well leave." he said in a tone you only hear when he's giving orders.

"my problem is that you almost fucking died for nothing simon!" you can feel the heat rising to your face in anger, jabbing at his chest.

you can almost feel tears of frustration peek through your eyes but there is no way you can let yourself cry in front of him. not like this.

his eyes widen for a split second then they go back to cold and wrathful.

"you were bleeding out in my arms because of a mistake that i made!" your voice cracked as you felt the lump in your throat grow and you look away from him.

"you don't get to do shit like that simon. what if things didn't work out huh? what would johnny and the others do if you died? do you have any idea-"

you don't finish, feeling your voice get strained as the seconds go by. "we- i don't want to lose you." you say, so quiet it barely counts as a whisper but he hears it just fine.

you bring yourself to look up at him again and he no longer has a harsh glare in his eyes. they have softened up, pupils slightly dilated. you can see his mask moving as if he is trying to open his mouth but he doesn't say a thing. you find the courage to take a step towards him.

it's so silent you can clearly hear your and his breaths filling the room. you raise a hand to touch his mask but he grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer and places it on his chest instead. he leans in and rests his forehead on your shoulder, hand still gripping yours. his deep voice flows to every inch of your body as he mumbles a small apology right into your ear. the hand that is lazily hanging from your side goes to caress his back. this is the first time he let you this close to him so you close your eyes to savor every last drop of this moment, even though the position you two are in is awkward and almost uncomfortable.

you decide to speak up, anger no longer present within your words. "loving you is hard.." you felt him stiffen up. "..but losing you would be much harder." you tightened your grip on him.

"we're not ordinary people, we can't afford love nor any stupid feelings in this line of work. if you're compromised mistakes are made. we both know what mistakes lead to, one wrong move and it's over." simon says leaning back, so he could look into your eyes.

you blink once, then twice and he is mere inches away from your face. his hand slowly pushes up yours to his face, under his mask. he closes his eyes, letting you do whatever you pleased. you steadily push up his balaclava, giving him a chance to back out if he wished to. he lets out a heavy sigh with a slight nod encouraging you to keep going, that it was okay. you trust him. of course you trust him, yet you close your eyes and lift it up in one go. you do not feel worthy of such thing as seeing him whole. are you even ready for this? is he ready for this? probably not. large, calloused hands touch your face. your eyes flinch together even more at the sudden contact. you feel like a fool.

you feel his thumbs caress over your eyebrows, his touch is so gentle you could cry.

"hey...c'mon now. open your eyes or are you scared i'm that ugly?" you snort at his ridiculous way of trying to lighten up the mood as you can hear him smiling into his words. you lean forward and press your face right into his chest.

"you're an idiot." you babbled into him, speech muffled. you finally look up at him and almost let out a gasp.

he was beautiful. strong jaw, plump scarred lips, long hooked nose, and-

oh..

those soft baby blues decorated with long blonde lashes, black paint smeared all around still. you've seen them stare at someone with the intention of killing, like a wild animal waiting for the right opportunity to strike, empty and hollow, red and glossy after a bad night but this... this is so much more, it's almost too much. at this very moment, his eyes are full of adoration and love but you're not even sure you can describe with words what you're seeing and feeling. everything is so intense you can't help but grip simon's waist. he lets out a small grunt and you feel your stomach sink and your face heat up at the sound he let slip. you part your lips and let your tongue run along your bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact. you're not sure who's the first one to reach the other but all you know is that you're kissing.

it's not romantic or soft. it's needy, clumsy, teeth clanking together and biting at each other. you feel a rough brush of a scar and it's like you're going to melt on his lips and then he would swallow you whole. it's euphoric and bitter at the same time. his taste is suffocating, like breathing in air after an explosion. you struggle to breathe but you don't care. you push your arms from under his and your hands go to his head, fingers carding through short ashy blonde hair and giving it a gentle tug. he smiles into the kiss, sharp canines leaving a playful bite on your lip. you pant, out of breath, foreheads pressed against one another. you can still feel him, his taste lingering, filling up your senses.

"i know i said we can't afford something like this but.." he rasps, swallowing down whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

he leans in again, lips brushing together as he muttered right onto them.

"..i want to be selfish with you."