#ghost cod headcanons

he's sold from the first moment you absentmindedly trail your nails down his freckled back, fingertips skimming over mottled and scarred skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. it's a simple gesture, one that he's not even sure you're aware you're doing as you curl yourself against him in the dim light of your bedroom. there's something addicting about the way you touch him, and the next time simon finds himself laying awake on the other side of the world he longs for the feeling. aches for it.

when simon finally does come home, he's plastered to your side. pins you to the couch and later to the bed - in a much different way - before flopping on his side and mumbling something sleepily. "what did you say si?"

"scratch me," is his response, his deep voice muffled by the pillows he's buried his face in. simon lets out an audible groan when he feels your fingernails ghosting over his back. his breathing evens out within minutes, tension he wasn't even aware he was holding slowly melting away. your hands don't stop their movements until soft snores start to slip from his parted lips. you smile, settling down into the pillows as you prepare to follow him into sleep -

"why did you stop?"

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays everyone!! i’ve been MIA for far too long so please accept this little drabble i had in my drafts (inspired by my boyfriend who’s brain literally shuts down when i start scratching his back) as a peace offering

NSAJDNASJKDNJAKSN YOU WERE SO BIG BRAINED FOR THIS I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH

imma do headcanons bc my brain is too fried to come up with a full ass fic but i hope ya like it bb

Simon is very, very tired. He comes home from the gym on the second day of his leave to find you already standing in the living room, a menace with a wicked grin and a small metal suitcase in your hands.

At least you had the decency to let him get settled on the first day before you started with your antics.

"...What's in the suitcase." "A project." "Fuckin' hell."

After you reveal your idea, it might take some coaxing to get him to agree but it works out bc c'mon let's be honest. The man is secretly a simp and a softie when he loves someone. So he begrudgingly agrees, letting himself be dragged by your giggling self to the couch.

So he manspreads on the couch, getting comfortable as you perch yourself prettily on top of him to glue the nails to his gigantic hands (you actually have to dig around your materials a little bit to find tips that somewhat match his natural nail size), and, as grumpy as he is, he at least gets to enjoy the view of you looking so focused on his lap.

(You actually have to stop yourself from giggling a few times because of how the bright pink polish looks out of place on his dark self)

While the polish dries, you offer to go make him some tea, and end up having to help him with it between fits of laughter since he couldn't hold the cup with the extra long coffin nails he has going on.

In the end, you take some pictures and let him simmer in his misery for a while longer before moving to remove them, however, he notices how proud you were of your work, so he just agrees to keep them on as long as you cut them shorter.

So that's exactly what you do, grinning like a mad person. Doing Ghost's nails has you so inspired you actually do your own to match him, and pretend not to notice the soft look in his eyes when you proudly show your work and enthusiastically exclaim how you two are matching.

A/N: While I'm still writing Part 4 of the Left Behind series, have this for the meantime!

Warning: Nsfw! Also kinda self-indulgent lmao