Simon had of course been awake as long as you had, never leaving your side for a single moment, but nearly half of his job entailed having to stay awake longer than most people did, so you didn’t blink twice at him holding the pen

Besides, you were a tad preoccupied holding the baby, it only made sense that Simon got to write down his firstborn son’s name on the birth certificate

You weren’t thinking about how blurry his eyes would’ve been with tears however, or how his own immense emotional rollercoaster would have been starting to letdown, not to mention how he could hardly take his eyes off the sight of the love of his life holding the brand new life the two of you had created, together

You definitely didn’t catch the odd look on the nurses face when she read over the paper, clarifying softly with Simon “H-his name is Riley, sir?” to which he’d proudly puffed his chest and confirmed that he was indeed a Riley, neither of you thinking much about the comment as you were so lost in the haze of soaking in your newborn

Needless to say, it’s a surprise to both you and Simon, when the birth certificate is mailed to you both a few weeks later, with the name “Riley Riley” clearly written in bold

“I- admit tha’ I didn’t read it over very well, but-”

“No, you named our child Riley Riley, Simon. You can explain to me how it happened after you go fix it.”

Your first indication that you’d had one too many drinks probably should have been when Kyle had to nudge you when your favourite song started playing over the speakers in the bar and you hadn’t noticed

Or perhaps it should have been when Price had to say your name nearly half a dozen times to get your attention, in spite of being sat directly next to you

Maybe it even should have been when Johnny threw his straw wrapper in your face to get you to realize that you kept absentmindedly trying to drink from your long ago empty glass

It was all background noise at the end of the day though, wasn’t it?

At least, it became so, when one of the sergeants, you can’t remember who it was anymore, pulled out a deck of cards and slid them across the booth table over to Ghost, saying something about how they’d forgotten to give it back to him after the last op

Now, you’d watched the Lieutenant load and reload magazines as easily as someone might tie their shoelaces, had seen him disassemble and reassemble weapons like they were a child’s 10 piece jigsaw puzzle, had noticed him fiddling with his knives on more than a few occasions

You’d seen his hands in action before

But something about the way his large, rough, calloused hands split the deck without even glancing down at the cards, shuffled them as smoothly as any trained card dealer might one day hope to as well, seemingly had a warmth pooling low in your stomach, a tickle at the back of your neck telling you that you might just have a thing for hands

Or at the very least, his hands

It’s just a quick flight out of London, less than an hour in the air to go spend the long weekend together somewhere different for a change

And yet your mountain of a man hasn’t said a peep since the moment you took your seats, eyes staring straight ahead with his hands gripping the armrests for dear life

You’re just a tad bit bewildered on how a lieutenant in the SAS has been harbouring an aversion to flying without you ever hearing of it

Oh, and yeah, I kind of forget to post pictures

It's something with a summer and warm vibe, guys are relaxing, they have a vacation, and everything's fine

The sun is warmer than ever

Where they’re stumbling around eachother trying to dance along the lines of love but instead are stepping on each other’s foot and kicking their ankles by total accident. Where they’re studying the choreography day and night but to totally different dances.

Ghost leaving chocolates in soaps gear, hoping soap blushes. Hopefully Soap enjoys the sweet treat while wondering who was the kind, devilishly handsome, smart, witty, hilarious secret admirer to gift him this. But by the time soap finds the bar he’s trying to reload his gun only to cram a chocolate bar into the ammo barrel. He ended up resorting to yell “grenade” and throwing the chocolate bar towards the gunfire, hoping the enemy fall for it and ducks while he books it out of there and to exfil.

Soap putting flowers in ghosts room, Orange Lillies. Soap googled their meaning before gifting them because he’s not a total moron. Orange Lillie’s: symbolizing confidence, boldness, and courage. Traits he’s very fond of from his lieutenant…Unfortunately ghost ALSO googled their meaning but they got sent to completely different sites. Hate and distain…gee thanks. Ghost sighs, thinking his secret admirer is stupid and didn’t google the meaning, or that his secret admirer could be a secret hater…

Soap: Ghost! Ye won’t believe it but some dumbass put a chocolate bar where my bloody ammo was! Gee thanks now I can eat some sweets while I bleed out from the bullet holes.

Ghost: Oh yeah daft bastard must’ve had good intentions though…oh but ye won’t believe it. Not sure if I have an enemy or someone who liked the mask too much. Got send Orange Lillies, googled it and they mean hate, no decent lads out there anymore. All of em are dozy.

Soap: …I mean if they all suck maybe we could give it a go…i know we can tolerate each other enough so why not try…

Ghost: didn’t know you could come up with half decent ideas mactavish.

CAPTAIN !! WAKE UP YOUR LIEUTENANT IS COMPROMISED !!

Some cute Ghost blob

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