The thing with living with a man like Simon, who's been through so much, is that you pick up habits to help the both of you. There is no tiptoeing through the house, no jumping around corners. Not like you could anyway. He's got a habit of keeping you in sight most of the time.
When he's deployed, you leave a note on the fridge saying where you've gone, in case he comes home without telling you. Sometimes you leave more information, like what time you should be home, which of your friends you left with. Sometimes its just the location and a reminder to take care of himself.
You started doing this after the first (and only) time it happened. You had been out with friends, when he'd returned home from deployment. Home to an empty house. Your car sat in the driveway (you'd carpooled with your friends), and Simon assumed the worst.
He'd torn through the house, desperately trying to find some sort of evidence that you were still there. That you hadn't been kidnapped, or left him. His search ended empty handed, and he'd had a panic attack in the bathroom, reliving the events of losing his family.
You came home thirty minutes later, almost giddy when you'd seen his truck in the driveway. That feeling quickly evaporated, when you stepped inside the house. It looked like a tornado had swept through, living room torn apart, all the kitchen cabinets thrown open.
"Simon?" you call, setting your bags down by the front door.
You've never been scared of Simon, never had a reason to be. But when he came out of the bathroom, staring you down, eye black smeared across his face, looking more like Ghost than Simon, you suddenly understood why people gave your boyfriend wide berth.
"Simon?"
He doesn't respond, backing you up against the door. When he reaches out to gently caress your face, you notice his hands are shaking.
"Thought something happened to ya," he whispers, voice hoarse. And then he's dragging you into a hug, crushing you against his chest, arms like a vice around you. It takes you a second to realize he's shaking all over, that there's tears in his eyes.
"No, baby. I was just out with friends," you reply softly, gently running your fingers through hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Guilt eats at you, feeling horrible for causing him this kind of distress. You hadn't expected him today, didn't think to leave a note or something.
"I'll leave a note next time," you promise. And that's stuck since then.
I think Nik sleeps naked. Not a stitch on that bear. And he gets hot so the windows have to be open, and the blankets are getting kicked off at some point in the night.
Meanwhile, Price wears the cotton t-shirt, the plaid flannel trousers and wraps himself up in that duvet like a burrito. He gets cold, and itchy, and his bollocks stick to his thighs, and it's just uncomfortable.
When Nik wants sex, he has to unwrap Price like a present. Nothing gets him going more than the feel and smell of a sleepy, bed-warm John Price that he can slowly tease into arousal, feel him flush, skin to skin, and then the soft, wrecked whimpers as Nik sinks his cock into him.
Sure, they like it rough and raw too, but there's something uniquely special about seeing that level of vulnerability from his partner, and Nik laps it up.
you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.
John Price with a health obsessed wife. She always wants to make sure his health is at its best.
So it’s how John finds himself getting lectured at 6am because he’s drinking coffee. He couldn’t sleep, the poor fella, but you insist that a glass of water wakes you up more than caffeine.
“Water’s way healthier, caffeine can give you an irregular heartbeat.”
“Mhm, I’ll keep that in mind darling,” he mumbles from behind, his fingertips tracing over the waistband of your pyjamas. He plants a kiss on the back of your shoulder and gently nips it. “But I wouldn’t want to waste my coffee.” He picks it up again and quickly finishes it before you can protest. However, it doesn’t stop the cute, annoyed expression on your face.
“You take such good care of me, love.”
“Well you never listen to me anyway so I don’t know why I bother,” you replied saltily, brushing past him after leaving a glass of water on the side in front of him.
He grumbles as he picks up the glass and drinks it. Never would he want to ignore his wife so he obediently does what he’s told before reaching to grab you back and chuck you over his shoulder. “Back to bed, angel.”
Warm hearts in cold weather <3
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part 2 to this... the mutual parasocial relationship thickens
Thinking about exbf!Ghost with Riley who doesn't understand the concept of break up.
One day the dog woke up looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found. You moved out, only your lingering smell remained.
Riley who would whine and gave Ghost a headache figuring out what's wrong.
It went for a while, and Ghost kept trying to please the dog. More treats, more walks.
Riley is a well behaved, properly trained dog. So it really took Ghost off guard when it kept pulling at it's leash until it was snapped. Then, Riley started running
When Ghost catched up to Riley, he found the dog pouncing on you. It seemed that somehow Riley noticed your scent and followed it.
You petted Riley and cooed, smiling happily before your expression changes when your eyes met his.
It was awkward, they had a pretty bad break up after all. But Riley didn't understand, it was just happy to see mommy again.
Somehow, the two of you talk about anything but also nothing about what have been.
Somehow, you unblocked Simon's number.
And now you two are co-parenting Riley (When Ghost finally figured out why it's been whining)
You dogsit Riley whenever Ghost is deployed. Eventually staying at his place again.
You don't really know what's your relationship with Ghost at this point. But you're pretty sure 'just friends' don't cuddle in the bath together with their dog
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Omg omg omg omg YES. 🙏🙏
i did it. i apologize for the woman i am now that i did this
𝜗𝜚 the texts where you get your nails done and show the CoD men in a special way
𝜗𝜚 characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut themes (minors—DNI), reader is afab!fem, sending of nude photos, CoD men talking about your pussy (sometimes with personified pronouns)
𝜗𝜚 based on this amazing idea from @gothghostiie
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