#simon ghost headcannons

[sopiao]

i alr know that simon is not like this, and will never be like this. but i love to think that he’s very physically clingy ;3 but like cat clingy

Like, you’re watching one of you favorite shows in the living room. Simon walks in after he made himself a pb&j and he sees you comfortable.

Wordlessly he walks over to you, ignoring your greeting as he stands over the couch for a little to get in between you and the cushions. His legs trapping yours in and your back laying against his chest.

“Simon?” You chuckle, looking up at him, for any explanation. He instead just holds the sides of your head and turns it back straight towards the TV.

—

Sitting in your bed, laid back in the nice comfortable pillows, with your laptop on your lap. Trying to get some work done. Your boyfriend walks in, seeing you working and comfortable? He can’t have that.

Not even acknowledging him as he climbs into bed, moving your laptop to the side and laying himself across your lap. Deciding that here and now that he’ll take just a short nap :3

“Simon!” You huff, pushing your glasses up and reaching over him to get your laptop. Placing it on his back as you continue to work while he sleeps on you.

—

When he wakes up and your not there, he takes no time to search the house. He hears the shower in and immediately barges in. Not even registering that you screamed.

“Simon, I���m showering” You scold him, washing the suds out of your hair as he opens the shower curtain half way and sits on the toilet while he waits for you to finish. He’s just playing some sudoku or coloring game on his phone while he waits.

You sigh, knowing that he won’t leave since this has become a regular thing for him to do.

—

Even when he’s working out he can’t be away from you. He has you sit on his back during push-ups, on his lap during hip thrusts, he even uses you for squats and curls.

—

Cuddling before sleeping is a need for him. He can’t get a good nights sleep until he has you pressed against him and legs tangled together with his. Like a cat he moves a lot in his sleep, but he can still sense whenever you’re not close.

Waking up his arm is splayed across your middle to keep you close to him, whenever you try to move or sit up he unconsciously pulls you back down and turns over, taking you with him.

[angel5ofp0rn]

Price’s children would be pretty well-behaved. Listen to him well, respect their elders, etc.

Gaz’s children would be a bit snobby, really into sports, a bit more hardheaded.

Soap’s kids are little menaces, but have hearts of gold. Would do anything for their family and friends, love their parents more than anything in the world.

Ghost’s children- and they’re all girls- are the most spoiled little divas any of the other guys have ever met. The minute he sees one of their little lips quiver, he’s offering snacks, lollies, money, the shirt off of his back- hell, the shirt off of Soap’s back. Poor guy can’t stand to see his little girls upset.

[v1x3n]

COD MENS FAVOURITE POSITIONS

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — lovesss doggy style! loves having you on all fours, preferably your head shoved into a pillow while he pounds into you so fast and hard you start to see stars! loves seeing the fat of your ass bounce with each thrust and he adores when your back arches due to him grabbing onto the strands of your hair - forcing you back while you mewl and whine out!!

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — missionary, call him a basic bitch or whatever but you don't see how your tits jiggle with each thrust, how if he leans back he can see your full fucked out expression, the slight bulge in your tummy and your swollen nipples. red from how harsh he was sucking them earlier that day. call him vanilla but he doesn't care when you look so fucking perfect.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — cowgirl by far, or once in a while reverse cowgirl, he loves seeing your tits jump as you do too, or if its reverse he loves seeing your arse bounce while you hop on his thick cock. his favourite part is seeing you struggle to continue, your legs weak but you need to finish so its the only option! your thighs shake and your body growing limp when your done is like a reward to him.

JOHN PRICE — loves mating press, holding your shaking legs up so high your legs are next to your ears! your pussy spread wide open for him, your puckered hole on show and your smushed up stomach is all too much for him! your body makes him go crazy, he loves it when he holds onto your plush arse and your legs dangle in the air in front of him. your tired face moaning, screaming out as he uses the position to his advantage - shoving his fat cock soooo deep inside of you!!

PHILLIP GRAVES — as much as he loves every position, his favourite one is 69. he loves your sloppy tongue on his cock, giving his long stripes up and down his length as he kitty licks your sensitive cunt. spanking your arse when you squirm too much. he can feel you gag on his dick as he shoves his tongue into your hole, you choking on his dick due to the pure surprise!!

[minihotdog]

I can just imagine the cod boys beefing up on deployment. They’re already big but they come home after 8 months or so and they’ve nearly doubled in muscle mass, a little fat to go with it.

You’re frothing at the mouth when your man comes walking through the door. His usual uniform top clinging for life around his biceps. The fabric struggling to stretch around his body. His pants molded to his thighs.

After months of him being touch starved, nearly nutting at the thought of simply holding you, he gets all the affection and then some when you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He drops his bags down and you just start going off about how big he’s gotten, groping his giant pecs, running your hands all over him.

Eventually he has to start prying your hands off of him because you cannot help yourself.

[siriuslysmutty]

I love the idea that Simon's just feral when I comes to dating.

He doesnt even date. He just adopts you as his partner. There's no 'flirting'. No 'wanna go out?'

He sees you around base. You have fleeting conversation that he's filing away as dates. Your first date is him running a background check on you. You get listed on his emergency contact list above Price as your 'second date'. Your third is when he sees you getting ready to leave base via walking and he just pulls up beside you in his truck and tells you to get in.

"Where we 'eadin'?" Gets a chirp of a grocery store (confused but welcomed that he's not murdering you or your not in trouble). But after the grocer where he's shaming you for the lack of marbling in your meat you picked out (and replacing it with a better cut) you get dropped off at your flat only for him to follow you in and assist with groceries being put away.

You just kinda expect him to go home after that but he never does, the sex isnt bad but where the fuck did he come from and who the hell does he think he is?

The type of guy to waltz in on you using the bathroom to brush his teeth, unphased. Nothing he ain't seen before. Smoking in the apartment, eating straight out of the fridge, caveman style hauling you out of the bar and back home when he's decided he's been patient enough.

He smirks when he overheard you telling your best friend about how, *he'll get sick of sleeping in the queen sized bed that's too small for him eventually and move on*.

Cut to the delivery of a California King, dont worry, you get to pick out the sheets and cover for the blanket. Hes a stray cat that's decided he lives there now, the rents paid, there's food in the fridge... what more do you want, he'll get it for you.

(The weirdest thing is when all your paperwork starts to appear with the last name Riley...)

[annoyinglovetyrant]

Hear me out… Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley gets turned on when you cry.

He knows.. It disgusts him, too. He can’t help it. You just look so.. Pretty. The way your tears amplify the color of your eyes, they almost seem to sparkle. The way you look at him so innocently, so sad, like only he can take that pain away from you. He’s heard the term ‘ugly crier’ before, and he thinks you’re the exact opposite of that.

Your pain looks hauntingly beautiful on you, it makes his heart ache.

Of course, if you two aren’t in an established relationship, all he’ll do is stare, looking at you like your sadness means nothing.

Oh, how it does.

It means everything, for you to allow him to see you in such a way. His fingers will twitch from the effort not to reach out to you, to comfort you like you so desperately need.

But, he won’t.

He’ll only watch, as he usually does, watching your tears, watching the beauty of your sadness be comforted by someone else.

[wheezingstar]

Imagine that you get so sick that you cannot sleep in your bed with Simon. You would go sleep in the living room on the couch, your muscles aching so badly no matter how little you move. And feeling like you can’t breathe.

Simon would be stressing out, but he’d go into the living room and sit on the floor next to the couch unsure what to do. At some point he gets up and makes some tea to help soothe your throat and sets it on the coffee table for you.

Simon isn’t afraid of a little sickness, but when you start needing to get up every few minutes to cough up some phlegm it becomes an issue and concerns him.

You’re absolutely restless, the little sleep you did get you’d wake up about five minutes later calling out in a raspy whisper “Si…” as if he’s gonna leave you for being sick. He stays where he sits on the floor next to the couch and reassured you that he’s there and you’re okay.

“It’s alright, Luvie. You’ll feel better soon”

He’ll kiss your forehead and gently run his fingers through your hair wanting to put you back to sleep, cause if you’re asleep you can’t be in pain, right?

[cs-fox]

Hybrid AU TF141 - a request from a poll I did a while back ❤️

- if hybrids are allowed in the military, I’d assume they were picked because of their superior combat ability. These are not animals, these are soldiers, chosen for their heightened senses and special abilities that give them an edge over normal humans.

- and I bet they’d be so surprised when a normal human joins their taskforce. What was this all about? Surely this human couldn’t have skills equal to theirs?

- after a long time of avoiding this new recruit and her strange smell, slightly friendlier and more curious avian Kyle decides to engage.

- you’re actually quite nice, at least at the surface, and strangely not bothered by the hybrids too much. There’s a couple of scars on your form that makes Kyle wonder but he knows better than to ask.

- the big werewolf, Soap, is next. He sniffs you, actually sniffs you - big, bristly snout nuzzling into your armpit exactly like a real dog. You think it’s pretty adorable till he shifts back, when you realise there’s suddenly a bulky Scotsman with his arm around you - and a wolfish grin on his face.

- then there’s Price, an aging sheepdog, with a beard akin to his animal counterpart. His dark, beady eyes are kind, but seem to hold a lot of knowledge, and unnerve you every time they fall on your form.

- finally, Ghost. He’s a kind of shapeshifter, for use of a more mundane term, because of his parentage. There’s wolfish ears atop his thatched blonde head but shadows leak from his imposing form like dry ice.

- he almost doesn’t say a word when he approaches, simply observing, as you rock on the balls of your feet awkwardly.

- ‘Um - hi. I’m - ’ ‘Y/N.’ he says, with an unreadable look. ‘I’m Ghost.’

- ‘Well, it’s an honour,’ you tried, attempting reverence, but you didn’t see any change in his demeanour.

‘Mhm.’

His eyes were so powerful, you swore they were boring holes in you, trying to suck your soul out through your mouth.

‘I mean - being able to work with this team. It really is.’

The man didn’t even move, until you made some lame excuse and all but ran off down the corridor back to your quarters, where you stayed for the next hour, a little thrown off by the huge skull-masked man.

You only opened the door when you heard scratching - a small noise, like a tiny animal was begging to be let in.

Because Ghost, despite his stony exterior, had taken to you straight away. You were a kind of light to him - friendly, kind, and a little bit oblivious… even so, he couldn’t resist trying to get a peek inside your quarters - after all, being a shapeshifter had it’s uses.

When the door cracked open, there was a slim tortoiseshell cat, with beautiful dark eyes. You gazed at it in wonder - how did a cat get into the barracks?

It mewled softly, and you scooped it up, grunting slightly at its unusual weight.

‘C’mon baby. I’ll see if I have any food for you.’

Having to gulp down warm milk was all worth it in the end for Ghost, after all, it wasn’t such a torture if it meant he got to spend the night in your bed.

[http-paprika]

Roommates are sometimes absolute assholes. But not Alex Keller, Alex Keller would be a good damn roommate. You wouldn't have to worry about him arguing on the phone with someone at 1:00 AM when you have work early in the morning. You may just have to remind him to turn down his romcoms late at night.

That goes for Gaz as well, he'd honestly be the one getting onto me for leaving my dishes in the sink. He'd put you in your place so fast it would leave you awestruck and you'd end up washing his dishes out of confusion. The apartment? It would smell so nice in a natural way.

Soap.... Soap wouldn't intentionally be a bad roommate. But I have a feeling that he'd accidentally be loud late at night or early in the morning. He doesn't think about the fact that you're still nice in bed when he comes back from the gym and starts making a protein smoothie. After the first couple of times of you complaining tho, he'd switch to making them the day before.

And do you even actually have a roommate when it comes to Ghost? Yeah, he pays his share of rent and utilities but he's sighted less than the local cryptid. The one time you did seem to see him was at 3:00 AM when you went to go get water. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors thought someone had broken into your apartment.

Price isn't your roommate. He's your whole ass husband. The fridge and pantry are full of beers, meat and potatoes. After plenty of persuading he's finally agreed to stop smoking in the apartment, but the smell from his cigar still lingers a little.

[ghostsandguns]

Simon is an observer. He doesn’t need things spelled out for him. He picks up on the little things—the subtle shifts in movement, the hesitation in a voice, or the unspoken words in a glance.

He understands why you hide your face behind your hands when he takes a picture of you. After a few gentle words, assuring you it'll be just for him, he manages to make you feel at ease, coaxing a shy smile from you.

He waves Johnny off when he asks if you're not too hot in that long dress, as Simon and you sit under the sun umbrella at the beach, happily watching the rest of them splashing around in the water.

He doesn't pressure you when you've switched outfits for the nth time and you're already late to the event. Instead, he patiently waits, offering a reassuring nod every time you ask him if it looks good.

You don't have to ask him to turn off the light when things start getting steamy in the bedroom; he's already reaching for the switch without a word.

When you stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself, he quietly joins you, removing his mask. The two of you stand there, feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet wrapped in the safety and love only the other can offer.

[pricesfav]

Retired Price who can not let go! He’s constantly checking in with his team he misses them and wants to know how they’re doing :( but perhaps multiple times a day

Retired Price whose wife is ecstatic to be spending more time with him only to have him moping around grieving the loss of his beloved job.

Retired Price who still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of retirement and can not stand to be still for a second

“What are you doing?”

“Napping?”

“But why? We could be out. Lets go on a hike”

Retired Price who, though old, cannot stop moving and always has to be active even if it causes some strain on his back

“John please can we go home?”

“Just a mile more okay love ?”

Retired Price who finally calms down… after he threw out his back. The wife has never seen John so calm before but there he was in the backyard sitting on a lawn chair listening to his audio book clipping away at his bonsai.

Retired price who is now obsessed with keeping his lawn extra tidy. He bought a new (and expensive) lawn mover, waters it every morning, makes sure none of it is dead. Anything to keep his lawn in tip top shape

Retired Price who keeps finding things wrong with the house and throws himself into renovation mode fixing every little problem he finds

Retired Price who can finally get back into his hobbies and finally get back working on his dads old 64 Chevy Impala

Retired Price who’s cut down the texts to his boys from every day to every other day which is progress.

Retired Price who is having much more fun spending time with the missus now that he knows how to relax. They have lots of fun gardening, cooking, baking, and just being in each other’s company.

Retired Price who still goes on hikes but doesnt make it John prices mission to get from point A to point B. His only mission is to enjoy his hike with his lovely wife.

Retired Price who finally finished the car and takes the missus to the beach for a well earned picnic with no hike

Retired Price whose house and lawn has never looked better. Who has a cool new (old) car. Who’s picked up a few new hobbies and skills and who’s been the happiest he’s been for a while

Retired Price who realised he made this decision for his wife therefore he will spend the rest of his life with her and keep her happy. After all happy wife happy life.

[sopiao]

ghost with a pregnant!wife!reader with late night/general cravings :P

sending him to the nearest convenience store late at night started to become a regular thing a couple months after you two found out your pregnant.

Cravings start pretty early on but their more mild, craving and wanting food at random times of the day or having certain snacks on your mind for hours whenever it’s mentioned. But on the second trimester is when it gets really bad, odd foods or combinations start to taste amazing, the cravings and need for certain foods gets so strong it feels like your starving even after a full meal.

But your husband already knows how to deal with you, knows how to talk to you and calm you down in any state of mind. He was especially attentive and sensitive when you both found out about the baby.

Always scratching your back whenever you need him too. Keeping up with his research and looking up every little detail or notice. If you mention that your feet hurt or that you woke up in the middle of the night. He’ll spend the next hour surfing the internet to see if it’s something that’s bothering you or the baby.

He’ll sing it hum to your bump (only when your asleep), caressing the round with his scarred hands, sometimes even holding normal conversations about his day even though the baby can’t answer back.

Simon already can’t get much sleep with his insomnia or late nights that he’s up working. But when you wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him that you’re hungry. He immediately sits up, still a bit tired and lucid, but is more than willing to drive you to Sonic to get you whatever you want, or to the nearest gas station or 7-11 to buy you your snacks.

He’d still be half away when he’s standing in the aisle with you. Slightly swaying side to side, still in his pajamas which is just a black tank and black sweats. Watching you, still wearing his sleep shirt, happily fill your arms with snacks and drinks.

Simon still keeps his.

—

“Love, seriously?” Simon walked into your and his shared bedroom, holding a plastic bag of food you asked him to buy. The small confused smile on his face when he sees you sitting in the middle of the bed, watching your favorite show.

“What? You know I get snacky sometimes” You shrug, wearing one of his favorite band shirts that he loves to see you in, as you watch him walk up to the bed and set the bag in front of you. Sitting at your side with his hand on your stomach, pecking your cheek.

“Chocolate and strawberries are fine. But watermelon and salt? You don’t think that’s a little odd?” Your husband chuckled, sitting behind you in a way that your sitting between his legs and you can rest your back on his chest. Rolling your eyes, rummaging through the bag.

“I’m carrying the baby here. Don’t question the baby’s needs” You try to shush his sass by loosely laying your hand over his mouth. He chuckles full of adoration, holding your hand as he watches you snack away. Wrapping his strong arms around you, mainly your bump, likes to think that he’s protecting both you and the baby when he does this.

—

There were many nights that he woke up, sleepily searching for your figure in the bed with his arm. But when he can’t feel for you he sits up and opens his eyes to find your spot of the bed empty. And the door open with the hallway and kitchen lights on.

“Hun? What are you doing up?” He grumbles, rubbing his face to try and wake himself up, leaning against the door frame. His heart drops when he sees you turn around with a knife. He strides over and swiftly but gently removes the knife from your hand.

“I got hungry and I didn’t wanna wake you” By the sound of your voice he can tell that you’ve been up for a while and is wide awake.

Yes, you are often clumsy, but not that clumsy. Ever since the bump started to become more pronounced he was more protective of you from counter tops, shark objects, or anything blunt.

“Love, I don’t mind helping you with anything, especially now. You won’t bother me by asking” He explained in a tone that was slightly scolding but still very loving and soft, feeling so lucky that he was like this to you, it was so different than how he is with others or at work.

Simon later finds out that you just needed to cut your sandwich in triangles. For some reason it just taste better for you.

—

He never once complained or thought negatively about how much you eat. Simon is absolutely in love with the thought of getting to hold a chubby baby on his inked arm. How chubby the little arms and fingers are. Being able to squish the chub of the cheeks and the roundness of the tummy.

Loves to think that every time you eat and indulge in your weird snacks, that the baby will grow more stronger and healthier. And if your happy, the baby is happy.

Simon even remembers which of your unusual food combos and snacks is your favorite to pack in your hospital bag.

[angel5ofp0rn]

Price’s kids each having a favorite uncle (Gaz, Soap, Simon) is my favorite thought

Price is pissed that his daughter speaks with uncle Soap’s Scottish accent and says things like “Steamin’ Jesus!” when she spills her juice or breaks a crayon

His son, bless his heart, took it to heart when uncle Si said that he’s so big and strong because he eats his spinach (because he overheard that the li’l man said he hates spinach). Poor kid gags and chokes it down every day, no matter what his mum has made for dinner

Having uncle Kyle as the favorite made sense to Price… until Gaz spends the whole weekend teaching the little ones how to prank their old dad; setting up a whoopee cushion in his recliner, making prank calls from Gaz’s phone, ding-dong ditching from the front door, then running to the back door and doing it again

[v1x3n]

COD MEN AND THEIR FIRST DATE WITH YOU

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — your first actual date would be at his, he has set his living room up in soft blankets and the coffee table cluttered in snacks and fizzy drinks. the lights turned off as he guides you to the couch, the tv turned on and your favorite movie paused. he mumbles something about wanting to make you feel better after you had a shitty week. a smile grows on your mouth as you settle into the sofa, watching your favorite film. his attention isnt much on the movie, his eyes linger on your glowing smile, and he thinks to himself; fuck, youre so pretty right now. after the film, he orders take away and you two chatter, putting on a random series for backround noise. soon it gets very late and you leave his house, fed and happy. but before you leave he receives a kiss on the cheek and a very happy thank you.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — he definitely does something wacky, but makes sure you likes it ofc. his ideal first date would be bowling maybe something along that line. at the start he goes easy on you, purposely missing some of the pins or throwing the ball weakly. but after a bit maybeee he gets a little competitive, striking all the pins st once - earning a gasp from you. ofc you aren't going to be as good as him but you still try and he can see that. when you ended up getting all of the pins, you spin around as he smirks at you and gives you a cheeky well done. in the end, he won, obviously. you almost passed him though! heading to Nando's after, you two yap the entire time until finishing your meals. he obviously goes with something hot to impress you, but when his lips go bright red and he curses, grabbing his coke and chugging the whole thing - you burst out laughing. you give his swollen lips a peck when he drives you home.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — takes you too a bar, buys a few drinks for the two of you. not enough to get you pissed but enough to get you a little tipsy. chattering and giggling between the two of yous while you order some chips and a burger. its quite casual, but the both of you like it like that. you told him he didn't need to take you somewhere proper and fancy, the local pub - well maybe a nicer pub - would do. after he walks you home, yapping together and soft smiles while you slightly shiver in the cold air. noticing the hairs on your arms rising and the hitch in your breath when a gust of freezing air blows past the two of you. he snorts and takes his jacket off, laying it over your shoulders when he grumbles a quick, 'ere'. when you get to your house, he brings his arms up and down yours, warming you up the slightest. after kissing the top of your head - you kiss the corner of his mouth. then your two mouths connect in a small peck, blushing instantly. he silently cheers himself on once your door shuts in his face - celebrating that he just kissed a gorgeous girl.

JOHN PRICE — always listens to everything you ever say, you mention you like this one restaurant? oh? its your favourite? hes taking you there. you smile up at him when he drives you to the familiar parking lot, telling him you love this place! his cheery smile when you two go inside and sits opposite you. ordering off the menu and giving you subtle looks when your eyes scan through the familiar menu. he orders for you when the waiter comes over and your cheeks slightly blush at that. he speaks up that your outfit is gorgeous and tells you that your hair looks so nice, your blush creeps across your cheeks. face heating up as you see his gaze travel to the smile that plasters onto your face. once you have tea, he makes sure to take you somewhere else after - make a night outa it. he takes you to walk down the beach after, the moonlight shining off of your face as you two talk about the most randomist of things. he spoke about his job, and you told him about yours. nearing the end you two walk back up to the car, and he drives you home. before you leave you peck him on the cheek to thank him for the date, telling him you hoped the second date could come soon. john watches you walk down your front garden - unlocking the door. making sure you get in okay. dreaming about the second date.

PHILLIP GRAVES — took you to the cinema, you had mentioned that you wanted to see this film... so here you are. he had bought you the nice chairs, the ones that had extra cup holders and the fabric was more comfortable. you reminded him it was okay and he didn't haf too but he didn't listen obviously. once you got there he instantly moved the armrest between yous up so you two could be closer! he buys you sweets and popcorn from a local shop, as many as you want he told you. with a carrier bag full of just utter shit, you two enjoy the movie he picked. well, you enjoy it - his eyes are mainly on you, the twitches in your face when something sad or happy happens and the way you struggle to sit in a position were all so cute to him. throughout the movie he tries to gain enough courage to wrap his arms around your waist or at least his shoulders. yeah he was normally a confident guy but something about you just made him all fluttery and nervous. once successfully wrapping his arm around your waist, you snuggle towards him and embrace his warmth. he smiles at that. spilt popcorn on the floor and the movie credits roll, you both stand up and snort at the mess on both your laps. wiping off the remains of the bag of popcorn, you two walk out and yap about the movie. safe to say he didn't have much input.

[eiraeths]

thinking about artist soap who always jokes about never being the muse. now ghost doesn’t have a lick of artistic ability in his fingers, but he does have money and a long mental list of soap’s favorite things.

it takes a few weeks to arrive in the mail. ghost doesn’t think he’s ever seen soap this quiet. a portrait from oil paint made by one of soap’s favorite artists.

[eyelambspider]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚… 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐜𝐬

┊𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : John Price, König, Ghost, Weaver x gn!reader ┊𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : these military men have a cute 'secret' photo of you quite literally hidden on them, its just a uh-memento to look at when off duty ┊𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : (un)established relationship (you can pick), fluff ┊𝐚/𝐧 : next: old love languages smhhh (maybe)

▹ John Price

Price has always kept a photo of you with him. Always... Well, since you'd met him.

Its a picture you had insisted he get rid of when he took it himself and showed you.

It showed you truly laughing. A bright, 'embarrassing' smile on your face that completely lit up your eyes and showed your teeth before you could cover your face shyly.

Maybe you didn't like it, but Price had stowed it away for 'safe-keeping' ever since. Once promising to get rid of it but of course... he couldn't really do it, could he?

Price keeps it under the brim of his hat, where he wouldn't let anyone take it.

He keeps the image in great shape, making sure there's a protective film over it, trying not to bend or fold it in anyway. Hell, he'd sew it in there whenever he got the chance... but he likes holding it when no one's looking too.

Every time he looks down at it-the picture of you laughing and pure-it makes him smile too, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over your face.

▹ König

König technically has two photos of you.

One is on his phone in his photo gallery, and the other is a small polaroid you had taken of yourself.

He is free to look at the one on his phone whenever, and its something quickly available... yet he doesn't really open it if there are people around try to glance over his shoulder at what he's looking at.

So, he deeply treasures the tiny polaroid and tries to keep it as safe as possible.

König is the least discreet, to no fault of his own. He's usually caught the moment he tries to look at either one. Either fumbling with his phone or slapping the photo close to his chest so that no one would see.

He just really likes looking at them.

Acts like it never happens and vehemently denies everything, even if to Horangi its pretty obvious.

Sometimes König draws over the pictures, idly doodling either next to the polaroid on a piece of paper while he's doing work or running his finger over his phone screen.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost keeps a picture of you too.

Its a small thing, someone had taken when the two of you weren't paying attention. A celebratory photo after a mission.

The moment it was taken, mostly without his knowledge, he had snatched the photo away in hopes to burn it later. Leave no trace of himself to wonder.

But fuck, he couldn't.

It was actually... nice, once he got a good look at it. The image of you both together, standing so closely. The way he looked at you in the photo-brown eyes soft and fully raptured by your face behind his mask-was enough to make him scoff.

Of course the camera caught the exact moment of he showed a bit of fondness.

Still, he keeps it to this day. Buried under all his other meager gear. Folded back so that his image is tucked away and yours stands out.

He doesn't like looking at his face, just yours.

He'd never take it out to the field, where someone could possibly discover a possible... to know your face and use it against him, but sometimes in the loneliest of nights, he takes it out just to look at it.

▹ Grigori Weaver

Weaver would never admit it, but yes, he has a picture of you.

He doesn't want you to know, or find out about it.

If you did, he just denies it and claims "he doesn't know where that thing came from"

but truthfully, its his most precious keepsake.

Its what kept him going through all those years he'd served in prison.

A simple image of your face.

The photo is no bigger than his palm, and its just of you. A small portrait.

The picture is old and worn down lovingly. The corners soft and rounded, and folded in half so many times he had taped the back of it to keep it from splitting entirely in half.

Clearly, it means a lot, with how much care he's tried to put into mending the delicate thing.

He hides the picture in his breast pocket, close to his heart, and in a place only he knows.

It brings a sense of comfort sometimes, knowing your image is so close when he's out there trying to 'fix' things.