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— I Block freely, nothing personal half the time

— Anti- AI!!!

— please give me request!

Ghost! Can’t afford emotional connections, not when they’re used against him by Makarov as bait

Ghost! Refuses to go out for drinks, or for team dinners, fearing that they’ll only make him like his team more; something that shouldn’t happen in this line of work

Ghost! Mostly gets used to this, no girls on base means no problem steering clear of romantic relationships, or so he thought.

Ghost! Who’s eyes linger on Soap?

Ghost! Who beats himself up over this slip up in his “friendships”

Ghost! Who finds himself double checking Soap’s tact vest before the next mission

Ghost! Who,when he’s congratulated for a successful mission by Soap, finds his trousers getting tighter….

Still, he says it in the fresh cups of coffee made after a sleepless night.

The snacks somehow left at your desk during a busy day, because he knows you’re “too busy to eat”

The warm mug of tea—your favourite flavour—waiting for you after a long day.

The hoodie of his so conveniently left on your bed after a shower; one that he knows you love.

The green gummies set to the side because he knows they’re your favourite color

The warm bath drawn up for you on a high pain day

The flowers on the table—not roses—because he actually knows your favourite

The piece of gum he hands you when you ask for one; even though you’re pretty sure it’s the last one in the pack

Autistic Simon! Who assumed everyone was his friend; boy was he wrong

Autistic Simon! Who since, refused to let anyone close to him in order to not be hurt again

Autistic Simon! Who was met with wide eyes the first time he had a meltdown in front of the 141

Simon Riley!—(Nsfw, tw sa implied)

Tough Simon—(sfw, tw implied abuse)

Autistic Simon!— (sfw, tw sh mention)

Love to Simon—( swf, no tw)

Still a work in progress

Simon “ghost” Riley

Jonathan Price

Johnny “soap” McTavish

Kyle “gaz” Garrick

König

Simon Riley! Who’s scared to admit he craves intimacy, scared that it will make him weak.

Simon Riley! Who has to take five to deal with his boner when you make him coffee—after noticing he was tired—because he hasn’t had any type of love shown to him in ages.

Simon Riley! Who thinks anything outside of vanilla makes him a horrible person; irredeemable by his own brain.

Then why did he feel this way? Why couldn’t he put his emotions aside? How come he found himself…seeking you out? He tells himself that it’s for better outcomes in the field. Better trust between soldiers means more successful mission right? It’s all tactical; strictly professional.

These thoughts racing through his head as he holds a hand to knock on your door; holding it in the air as if his hand will reign destruction down on whomever it touches. Maybe it will, yet here he is anyway.

He brings his hand down to meet your door. Before he can get the chance to knock again—or question why he’s even here—you appear at the door.

“Ghost”, you state, almost a question. You meet his eyes and you can tell he’s not here for a tease, or mischief. He’s still; too still for a man trained like every second matters. “Come in, uh sir” you add, not sure how informal you should be. He walks in, observing every added piece of decor as if it could hold the answer to his problem; or at least your soul. Eyes roaming over your photos; envy rushing through him. Why couldn’t he be as close to people as you? Why would he even want connection? It’s nothing more than a liability. Only then is he pulled from his thought by your voice; not harsh but still guarded, “you can sit down if you’d like…” you let him know. He does. He sits on your bed, a loud creek lets out from the worn down frame; almost like all the screams of soldiers past are still inside. You can take a pretty good guess that he isn’t gonna start talking soon, so you prompt him. “Ghost, you know you can talk to me about whatever’s troubling you, right?” He looks at you for a brief moment before his gaze returns to the ground.

“Don’t know how” he responses bluntly.

That takes you by surprise. Not that you didn’t know ghost was lonesome, or the fact that he was closed off, but the fact that he admitted it to you. “Do you wanna try” you ask, hoping to not anger him. He looks at you, truly looks at you and sighs, “how?”

You just stare. This man really sucks at talking. You ask “wanna tell me what brought you here, to start at least?”

He breathes in deeply, as if starved for oxygen, then answers, “I wanted to be around you” I know it’s stupid, I know its weak, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have came here I-” he’s promptly cut off by your angered voice.

“Don’t say that ghost, you don’t have to be sorry for wanting company. I enjoy being around you too” you add the last part a bit quieter, unsure how he’ll react. The air buzzes: neither of you ready for what comes next. A quick shallow breath is drawn before he speaks again, “I think….i like you” you smile warmly and assure him you like him too. His gazes drops onto your lips, then back up to your eyes before whispering, “I like you…”