#codposting

It’s expected, since the Scot is usually seen as an artist and it’s way easier to carry wood and a Swiss-army knife in a war zone than a sketchbook and pencil.

His most recent figurine, is a small horse. He proudly places it on Ghost’s personal desk in the barracks.

“…It’s a horse.” Simon states the obvious

“Aye, that it is.”

Ghost picks up the little horse, seeming smaller in this large hands.

“Kinda looks like you. Hairstyle an’ all.” He says lowly after a few moments. Soap rolls his eyes.

“Away n’ bile yer heid, sir. I’ll take it back, then-“ He answers, reaching his hand to grab the wooden horse, but Simon’s reflexes are faster.

“I didn’t say you should take it back sergeant.”

Johnny huffs and scuffles his hair self consciously. He turns around to leave before getting interrupted.

“Johnny, why do horses look so fit?

…

It’s because they have a stable diet.”

“I’m leaving.”