Dec 22, 2025
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THAT'S BABY JONATHAN PHOTO
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THAT'S BABY JONATHAN PHOTO
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I'm still thinking about one of my aged up Leo artwork I did where I forgot to change a few things, so he just ended up looking like a teenage version of himself with a bit of facial hair
he's a bit fruity, yeah
Noisy little mess
Hi sweetie ⁓
I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.
Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓
DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.
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Third part here:
Hi sweetie ⁓ I'm actually surprised someone appreciated my little attempt. I'm jiggling happily, even though you can't see. Also, I'm une
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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.
What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.
Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:
«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»
Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.
You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.
«Mmmnothin'»
He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.
«Spit it out. What's wrong?»
«Mmmh…»
He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:
«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»
«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.
«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»
«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»
Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»
You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast.
«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»
Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.
«…what? Why from you?»
«Ye'r not that scary»
«I bet i am»
«Hold on, hold on»
Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.
«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»
You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:
«Explain»
And Price answer with an abrupt:
«No»
And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:
«Please! We need to know!»
«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»
«At this point 's a matter of principle»
«A what?»
«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»
«That's not a secret»
«Than speak»
«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»
Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.
«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»
Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»
Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»
«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»
«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»
Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.
Something that you're not getting.
Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.
«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»
«Sorry kid»
Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:
«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»
He stops. He suddenly turns serious.
«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»
You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»
«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»
Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.
Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.
He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.
But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed.
«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room.
«your fav rookie»
Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.
«…ya'r not meaning-»
«I am»
«Mh»
«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»
«yeah…»
«That's all you've got?»
Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:
«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»
And Price waste no time to smile back a:
«Old demons eat your tongue?»
To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»
Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»
Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob:
«Ya'r wrong»
«Mmm, yeah? About what?»
«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»
«Tell me what to think then»
«She's not like that»
«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»
«Don't read into it»
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I've had more than one person tag the pet naming poll with "give animals the names of other animals" and I'm SO ashamed that I didn't think of that option
No Diavolo birthday card :(
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