#lt ghost

Roba killed Vernon for his failure and later buried Riley alive in Vernon's casket, leaving him to die.

Using the jawbone from Vernon's rotted corpse, Simon was able to break through the casket, claw his way to freedom, and make it back across the border to Texas. ((skulls, again))

After four months, his temper-management issues prevented him from returning to active duty. After meeting up with the two former teammates, he realized that Roba had broken and brainwashed them both. He attempted to kill one of them but was forced to flee when the other turned up unexpectedly. Fleeing, he returned home to find Washington (his former teammate) had killed his mother, brother Tommy, sister-in-law Beth, and nephew Joseph.

-> he laughs at the scene in front of him, a sign of how deep his father scarred him. Then vomits and calls his superiors.

... Later on, Simon visits his father at the Cancer Hospital. Simon leaves and moments later, his former teammates kill his father.

He tortures and kills his former teammate, switches dogs tags and burns down the house to fake his death.

He killed his former teammates before returning to Mexico to take down Roba once and for all, and succeeds. Armed with information on Roba's contacts, he prepared to leave but was approached by General Shepherd who recruited him into Task Force 141.

ANALYSIS

In red I highlighted the traumas that scarred his mind. - traumatic childhood because of abusive father: it's no secret that traumas that happen during development scar us for life. We can see the effect that said traumas had later in Simon's life, when he laughs at corpses, but then vomits: meaning that his body is in control still. But why would a father do this to his sons? Well, some parents raise their children to be strong and independent rather than a creating a bond. They install fear instead because they want authority. This is seen particularly in boys that grow up with brothers, it's more of a competition on who reaches farther goals rather than a bond. - skull mask: a symbol that resonates in Simon's mind and later chosen as symbol to intimidate enemies, because he knows how powerful fear is.

I'd put the S.A.S. training in the traumas too, even if it's more of a lifevest for him. Instead of falling into depression, grief and losing his mind, the training keeps him afloat.

brother addicted to drugs: every person has their own way of facing reality, for Tommy it was unbearable. Similarly, Simon had to keep his mind shut off and that's why he joined the military, to learn about discipline, respect and to keep going basically. (wiki says he joined after 9/11 but I think he lied to the recruiter)

"Choices have consequences"

he then had to take the matter into his own hands, avenging his family by beating and kicking out his own father. This develops later into behaviours like "solo" fighting and staying quiet, always scanning for threats and obviously trust issues. He counts on himself only, until TF141. He had to kill his brainwashed teammates and face all stages of grief + betrayal in such a short time.

FAKING HIS DEATH AND BECOMING A "GHOST": it might sound like a good thing on paper, to restart after such traumatic events but let's be real, it would leave you empty, hollow. Simon had to rediscover who he was, abandon his roots and become a totally different person. No wonder his personality took a few hits...and that's the reason Price greets him in the "ghost team" scene with "good to see you again, Simon", because he too knows that under the mask there's still a kid who's terrified.

(side note: I SCREAMED)

I wouldn't dare to say he has a split personality but what I see here are the devs trying to give him an alter ego. Simon is not Ghost.

Ghost is the man with the mask, or rather the killer, the one who gets the job done no matter what.

Simon had always struggled with physical contact. Not that he was repulsed by the idea of you touching him or anything. He had just gotten so used to being alone all the time, always on deployment, on missions or on base. And then he met you.

It wasn't overnight though, he wanted to make sure he was treating you with respect. He normally let you initiate things. He was more than glad to watch you come along, that little needy glint in your eyes. You'd walk towards him hugging his midsection then looking up at him with a cheeky smile, and he’d melt from the attention. He would start things every so often ,but most often you couldn’t wait and just gave in and touched the man(me too).

With that in mind, you decided to mess with Simon, a little game of yours. You decided not to touch him just to see what he would do. So you’d gone about your day, keeping responses simple and keeping glances to a minimum.

It had been 7 whole days, and Simon noticed. He adored how clingy you were. He could tell you weren’t mad and he tried to brush it off, but he was getting restless. He lounged around all day doing the little things he knew you loved. Even wearing one of the black t-shirts that you always obsess over whenever he wears it. And of course you noticed, the large man walking around with his wide shoulder and back muscles that were just waiting for you to trail your hands over. You were getting needy and worse you started ovulating. But Simon’s patience was starting to run thin

He kept looking at you and you could feel his eyes roaming your body all day.

Which cuts to where you were now. You had taken a quick shower wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts to lounge around the house and were now making dinner. But Simon kept lingering, and you held back a laugh as he tried to small talk, eventually moving to stand right next to you and start playing with the over sized hem of shirt you were wearing. He stood there silently just glancing at you with a glint in his eye while his fingers danced right over your skin, and somehow you were managing to stay strong and not meet his gaze. And he couldn’t take it anymore. The poor man just needed your touch

He covered his face with his hands, sliding them off with a deep sigh. Weird. But of course you couldn’t give up, so you didn’t look up at him. Then you feel the warmth of his hands enveloping your front. The large man had placed himself right behind you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder

You chuckle as he slowly rocks from side to side and you stayed like that for a minute, until he let out a curt “why haven’t you been talking to me?” He says placing small kisses on the side of your neck. You were ready to melt in his touch but you just couldn’t resist, so you gave him a playful shrug and continued cooking. “C‘mon pretty” he says running his hands up and down your sides, lightly gripping the plush of your hips and waist. And fuck were you already struggling to stand straight, the heat from his touch seeping into your skin sending your brain into overdrive.

“Aww , just talk to me yeah?” He says in a deeper more needy tone “Can feel ya getting hotter and your face is getting red” he says placing a playful bite on the skin of your neck. Hands moving to feel up your chest under the thin fabric of his shirt

“Simon, I’m still coo- ” but you’re cut off by a pinch to your nipple, just hard enough to send a shiver up your spine that shoots back down to your core. “C’mon , I know you’re not mad at me love.” He says taking a pause only to trail kisses up your jawline “So why don’t’cha just let me hmm?”

“I never said I was mad” you say breathlessly as he places both his hands on either one of your thighs pressing them back so your ass to meet his bulge. “What’s got you so needy anyways?” You say with a shaky voice ,placing a hand on the counter to hold yourself up from the attention. You could feel his breath on your neck and the grip of his warm hands on your thighs. His body was pressed against yours, and you tried kinda to escape his grasp, but the firm hold only shifted your hips to grind back on his growing member.

“Just wan’ touch’ya” he says placing another kiss on your cheek. “C’mon love, you know you wanna give in” He says turning you around so he can look at you. And his view was enticing. His pretty girl, flushed and embarrassed trying to avoid eye contact, hair still damp from the shower. Arms crossed over your chest and you finally meet his eyes. That look you gave him, damn near shameless and you tried hold back a laugh as you shake your head slightly seeing the humor in the situation.

“You know what” he states and before you can even ask he basically manhandles you, picking you up and placing you over his shoulder, his hand rests right under your ass as he starts walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Simon the food!” You playfully exclaimed, softly kicking your legs and hitting his back as your face dangled behind him “I turned it off when you were distracted” he says because of course he did. You didn’t need to see the smirk on his face, because you already the man was irking to tease you.

In just a few short strides for him at least you entered your shared bedroom and he did not hesitate to drop you damn near throw you on the bed, making you bounce a bit. And before you could even react ,you feel his lips crash against yours.

The man was starving for your touch, so of course he wan desperate. His weight trapping you as you felt him trace your arms only to lace your hands with his. The hungry kiss only intensified by the warmth emanating off him. He had initially broke the kiss to catch his breath, but when he saw you under him like that. Fuck the man’s brain damn near blew a fuse. Looking up at him with your pupils blown from lust, eyes glossy from need. Lips puffy and red, the lingering taste of your lip balm, and your hair messy. He thought he was in heaven.

“Aren’t ya just the prettiest thing ever?” He says pulling himself up to get a better look of your figure under him, running a hand from your jaw all the way down the hem of his shirt on you. And of course he traces your body till he’s softly kneading your tits in his hands. You shiver, wrapping your legs around his waist

“I bet if I touch ya, you’re- fuck, already all wet for me. “ he says in that rough accent of him and gives you a taunting look. The man was basically worshipping you. Tracing your body with his big hands, running them over your curves like he needed to memorize every dip of flesh.