#poor simon

It was a simple question, something you asked in the dark of the safe house, voice almost inaudible.

Ghost had been sitting by the lit fireplace, staring into the flames as they died. It was mostly dark now. He didn't fear much, but your question was like ice water being dumped over his body.

You were new, fairly young. He'd trained with you, sure, but this was the first mission he had with you alone. That's why he held back the ugly response waiting on his tongue. You didn't need to know how he really felt. You didn't deserve to be burdened with his problems. Didn't even deserve to be yelled at.

Ghost's eyes glared down the dying flames like they owed him money while small tears gathered on his bottom lashes. Finally, after clearing his throat and blinking away the tears, he turned around and looked at you.

You were laying on your back tucked into your sleeping bag staring at the ceiling.

"Why? Don't tell me y' miss your mum, kid," Ghost grumbles, leaning back against the wall by the fireplace.

"...A little, not much though."

He could hear the the defensiveness in your tone, it made a small smile appear on his scarred lips. Under the mask, of course. The more he thought about his mom, or who once was, the mask seemed to feel more restricting. With a grounding sigh he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back against the cold plaster.

"But t' answer your question, yeah, I miss her sometimes."

A shiver ran through Ghost's body as the admission left him. She was waiting for him on the other side, he had dreams about her often.

More like nightmares.

Moments before :3

I’m gonna start this by saying that these calculations are all crude as hell because I’m missing so much information, and there isn’t a good way of accessing it. So I’ll list what factors I don’t have: the gravity of AT-5, the difference in pressure under water vs blood, the depth of the blood ocean, the hull thickness, the exact number of times that he used the camera, what kind of iron the SM-13 is made of, how radiation travels through blood, and I’m sure there are other factors I’m forgetting.

So, as you can see, I’m missing a lot, so don’t expect any of this to be particularly accurate. It’s just a crude calculation that I did for my own amusement. Without further ado, let’s get into it.

AND TO TOP IT OFF

when they start dating simon takes his plant pendant off to kiss grace

Like lesbians taking off their crosses to kiss (i would know 😔)

I NEED FANART OR A FIC OF THIS PLS

I’m just laughing at myself after rereading this because I wasn’t intending it to read like he’s describing butterflies in his stomach and is just oblivious but it does, and it’s perfect. I love that it turned out that way

Nevermind, I’m not going to watch him. Even while asleep he gives me this weird feeling in my stomach, almost like bees. the bees in my stomach are flying full speed from wall to wall, buzzing aggressively. It puts me even further on edge. I’m not going to think about it. It wouldn’t be good for me. I’ll only make things worse.

"I dont care what your making, its smells heavenly and im going to eat it." She says coming closer.

"S'cuse me?" He asks turning towards her, spatula in hand. She stops two feet away.