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[i-may-be-an-emu]

Honestly if ANYONE deserves fame it’s sfth

[babyflingo]

Rik: van welke kandidaat wil je de keuze zien

[degenezijde]

intrafamiliaal geweld is slecht door *kijkt even op spiekbriefje* de economische gevolgen

[girlvasectomy]

finally told my mom about the sexual assault

[sgt-scottymoreau]

First birthday

Summary: The 141 found out about Scotty's birthday.

Warning: None

Words: 966 // Masterlist

A/N: It's August 30th. Which means Scotty's birthday (and mine) so here have a little fic about her first bday with the 141 ❤️

It was a rather calm day at the base. The usual day anyone would take to finish to fill reports and double check on what had been put on hold for a long time. Ghost lifted his eyes from his screen to see her again on her phone. If it was that boring, why wasn't she talking to him? Whatever Scotty was looking at least it brought her a smile. Gaz passed behind her and glanced at her phone. Whoever was sending her message, it wasn't a language he recognized. "What does that mean?" He asked, leaning a little closer. "Ge..Geluck… Ver.."

"Gelukkige verjaardag." She scoffed at his attempt. "It's dutch, it means happy birthday."

By the number of messages he saw with the same words… "Wait, it's your birthday? Today?" 

Scotty realized that she never told anyone and honestly had not expected to do it. Her days back at boot camp, before she joined the BSF, still felt like pain when she remembered the first time anyone figured out her birthday. Over the years, this date also became more of a regular one. It was a day like any other, nothing special really. It wasn't like she was a kid. As she grew older, it was less of a party with friends and balloons. In the past five years, it was hanging out with some friends in a calm restaurant and that was it. That is if she wasn't on the field. Not that she didn't consider the 141 friends. She did, it just never crossed her mind to tell them anything. "Yes." She replied sheeply. 

Gaz grabbed her by the shoulders. "You should have told us! Happy birthday!" He gave her a hug.

"Thanks. I mean, you know it's just a day like all the others, no need to bother anyone with this." 

"Bother? Come on, Scotty. It's your day, enjoy. I-" 

A loud creak on the floor stopped their conversation. They both looked in the direction of the noise only to see Ghost's chair empty, still spinning. Gaz and Scotty looked at each other confused. Soap eventually came into the room. "What's with Lt? Never saw him running that fast before." 

"Don't know, maybe he got an important email." Scotty replied, ready to go back to her papers. 

"Soap, it's her birthday!" Gaz ratted her out. She glared at him. Soap was surprised. 

"Wait what! Why didn't you tell me! Come here!" He opened his arm ready for the hug. She shook her head and embraced it. Obviously, he had to double down on the tightness, almost breaking her spine, and lifted her up off the floor. She laughed begging him to not break any bones, she needed them still. Gaz then joked that they should make her a cake or something, at least to make it special. Scotty kept begging them to not mind it, it was fine. But once Soap had an idea, you couldn't take it away from him. He grabbed Gaz and told him that they needed to do something quick. She shook her head, having a little idea of what it could be. They indeed came back not long after with a muffin and a candle. Probably found at the mess hall. Price followed not far behind. Wishing her the same as everyone. It wasn't much, but they wanted to make a small gesture. She thanked them. 

Between all of that Ghost hadn't shown up back. Must have been something very important. Everyone was back to their work and she found herself alone in the room. She had returned typing the few pages she had to fill in before she could move on to another task. Her eyes looked at the screen one last time to make sure all was good. With a sigh of approval, she allowed herself a minute of break. Her phone buzzed. It was probably more birthday wishes. She checked it and saw a message from Ghost who asked her to come to the rooftop. The one they often used for some quick time together. Without too much thought she made her way there. 

She pushed the staircase's door and saw him standing, arms in his back. Scotty frowned, that was a strange behavior. "What do you wanted to talk about, sir?" She teased. 

"I'm not good with gifts… but I thought… this might do." From his back, Ghost revealed a small bouquet. Scotty's eyes went from it to Ghost a few times before she could process what was happening. "Happy birthday, Camille." 

"Wait.. when…" It hit her in the face. "Did you… Is that why you ran away so fast?"

"Figured I could do something for you at the last minute because you didn't tell me anything."

She grabbed the bouquet, with a soft smile on her lips. "Didn't take you for the kind of man who would do that. Thank you, Simon." 

Whenever they used their first name, it always made them feel something warm inside. Telling him about birthday wasn't something she had in mind when she knew he was still struggling with expressing his emotions. He probably even looked up what he could do. The intention was nice. "Can I ask for something else?"

Ghost raised his eyebrows behind the mask. "What?"

"Is a kiss too much or acceptable?" She scoffed. 

He smiled. He lifted his mask just enough to free his lips and press them against hers. When he broke the kiss, he noticed the gaze she had. "What more?"

"Now that you know when my birthday is, are you… going to tell me about yours?"

"No. I don't do birthdays, love. Not my thing."

She pouted. "Fine. Thanks again for the flowers." 

What Ghost wasn't aware of was that she had a plan to surprise him eventually. 

[morgan-groen]

De mol gaat naar een chiropractor om de rug te laten kraken

[brilliantskies]

[adorablesunshinefour]

“Dit weet helemaal niemand” OKE NU BEN IK HET ZAT. PUT ME IN THAT QUIZZ. ZE ZIJN ALLEMAAL AMATEURS

[pathsofoak]

Oh she's good.

[everydawnsamountain]

kan hilde er volgende week uit liggen aub

[bluesidedown]

Realized today that i can buy frozen edamame at my grocery store hell yeah. Also improvised a ginger chili cilantro scallion soy sauce thing to cook my fish in and it smells 10/10 in the oven rn i think it's gonna slap

[skopostheorie]

[nedermemes]

GL/PvdA plaatst SHINee memes nu????

[degenezijde]

If you ever have to talk through an interpreter: just talk at your normal pace please.

It's way harder to interpret something like: "I.... Will contact you.... On Tuesday.... Because.... I... Don't work.... On Mondays.... Actually.... I do work on Mondays.... Just.... At the office...... Not.... Doing investigations...."

Why? Two reasons. One is that interpreting requires you to 'think ahead', see if you know where a sentence is going. For example, if you're having a conversation about family resemblance and someone starts with 'wel, the apple', you know what the rest of that phrase is going to be (it gets complicated when the phrase goes somewhere else so you can't rely on it too much, but the predicting is one way an interpreter can stay close in time to the og speaker).

Second reason is because the language you're interpreting to probably has a different sentence structure. You might need to put the info you get at the end of the sentence at the front. So in my example, 'I will contact you on Tuesday because I don't work on Mondays.' might become:

MONDAY / I DON'T WORK /SO MAIL ON TUESDAY.

So if I don't get that 'Monday' quickly enough I will be doing some grammatical gymnastics in order to produce something I can twist into what is actually being said, and I don't want that.

[aquarianconstellations]

Altijd een grote bek en geen tien seconden op een been kunnen staan. Mannen.

[hemaris]

poll voor nederlanders omdat ik hier net een discussie over zag op nu.nl die in mijn ogen nergens op sloeg en ik weet niet of ze buiten nederland aan kerstpakketten doen