#so is ghost

Simon’s hand around the back of his neck, guiding him through doorways, keeping him on track. Fingers pressing gently when he’d notice him slipping during stressful situations.

His palm on the small of his back during briefings. Nails sometimes scratching idly over cotton, sending quiet shivers up Soaps spine.

The same hand sometimes resting on his thigh, inching to rest on the inner portion when the man was overly restless. Ghost would always give a gentle squeeze as if to say “I’ve got you.”

Letting the smaller man rest his head on his shoulder and sleep when they had to be wheels up at 0300. Never showing any emotion towards the others, even though they knew, Ghost just didn’t realize it.

Or rather, he pretended to not notice Gaz’s stupid grin when Johnny would melt against his side; fingers sometimes clutching at his vest. Or the huff Price would let out when the Scot would whine when the plane jostled too much and disturbed their position.

Fingers brushing over Soaps wrist when passing gear. This was their favorite ritual. Ghost checking Johnnys gear over even when the man had triple checked himself. Soap doing so in return because that’s just how they operate. It made the Scott’s heart tighten because of how much he knew Ghost cared.

All of these instances made Johnny melt into Simon’s touch. Forcing the man to become pliant during moments of rage or frustration. Not because Johnny had to but because Ghost just calmed him that much.

It’s probably multipurpose. Doubles as an extra bedroom and maybe an office/workroom. But the point is that it’s his, entirely.

Ghost has his good days and his bad days, and his bad days can be downright awful. And even though he can recognize that nothing tangible has changed; his partner(s) aren’t anymore annoying than usual, their habits haven’t horrifically changed from one day to the next, they aren’t louder or more invasive. It really is just him. But that doesn’t change the fact that he finds himself itching for an argument, feels his skin crawl at being perceived, finds irritation in things that normally would be brushed off with a huff and a roll of his eyes.

It helps to know that he can go into this bedroom and shut the door. That he controls every aspect of this room. It’s organized and cleaned to his exact standards. Everything is where he wants it to be. That when he feels overwhelmed and his words can’t be anything but harsh and grating, he can lock the door and come down from there, and his partner(s) know to wait until he’s ready.

Even beyond that, some nights Simon can’t sleep with someone beside him. He wakes up and his mind makes him think he’s in a different place and time. And regardless of how much his partner(s) love him, he knows it can be tiring dealing with his multiple night terrors. And truthfully, sometimes when he wakes up he doesn’t want the doting, he just wants to lay there in silence until it goes away.

I saw this post about ghost having lost some of his teeth from over time and for some reason I thought of the exact opposite thing.

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It all started out with Soap’s notice of Simon’s oddly sharp canines.

Soap overtime has gotten very few glimpses of ghosts face, especially when they’re still finding grounding with each other after meeting. The first time Soap sees ghost without his mask, Ghost doesn’t speak. The next time he takes it off and he does speak, but Soap is too caught up in awe to even think there’s something different about ghost.

He doesn’t notice them until their first kiss. The kiss itself was uncoordinated yet so passionate- all tongue and teeth- given their far too many close calls on this last mission.

It’s Soap letting out a small hiss as his tongue feels as though it had been pricked. Any thought soap had about whatever just pricked his tongue left the atmosphere as Ghost made a soft noise in the back of his throat. The sound had been so vulnerable yet so Simon. It had Soap practically melting for the man.