I Just Know Its A Pain To Get That Face Paint Off…🥲💀

childhood girlfriend trope but with simon-ghost-riley. In his eyes you're everything to him and everything for him. you both grew apart years ago when he left for the military, yet you still remember the heartbreak that you had when he showed you a college selection letter? no it certainly wasn't and you were definitely clear that it wasn't a college selection letter after seeing the infamous SAS insignia with the motto 'who dares wins'. you wanted to slap simon square in the face, he was only 19 and so were you; promises you made about moving in together, building a small little family together which were either forgotten by him or abandoned by him. sure you sobbed for a few weeks after he left and maybe hated him for the a few months but after a while you grew tired of it, because if he did care for you and your love he would have atleast sent letters asking about your well being, so you set out to find love within someone else's embrace. and after 15 years, when your husband decides to invite his team over for dinner,now imagine the sheer shock on simon's face when his captain introduces you as his wife.

Fuck, marry kill with: the concept of Willem Dafoe, the smell of a bandaid floating on a pool, and an oil painting of George Washington jorkin’ it to the movie “National Treasure”

every word had my jaw dropping further, anon

I guess I’d fuck the Washington painting since he’s already going at it(??? lmfao), I refuse to marry the smell of a pool bandaid so I’m killing it and I’m buckling up and saying my vows to the concept of Willem Dafoe

would stone go to a bar IF the 141 went there too?

and if he did, how would he react to the (tattooed) bartender!reader flirting with him?

So Stone has gone to a bar with the 141, exactly once, and it did not end well. Like he got drunk and tried fighting a squirrel and Ghost got injured by said squirrel while trying to pull Stone off the squirrel. Price decided to never invite him out to a bar again, but for this scenario, let's pretend Price did decide to make an exception because they had survived what had considered a suicide mission.

Stone was sitting at the bar, waiting for the drinks while the rest of the 141 were at the booth waiting for him. He didn't like to drink at bars, partly because he did stupid shit while drunk and partly because he was slightly paranoid of someone drugging his drink. As it was, he didn't eat anything he didn't prepare. But he made an exception, since he could watch you make his drink.

He was so busy watching where the your hands went, that he didn't realize it looked like he was staring openly at you. A heavily tattooed bartender who was rather handsome, but that was not point.

"Normally, I'd charge people extra for staring so intently at me," you joked, your voice oddly soothing to Stone's ears. "But I'm used to the stares, you like the tattoos?"

It took everything in Stone to keep his cold brown eyes on your hands, because he absolutely refused to take his eyes off his drink. "I'm not looking because of the tattoos," he said coldly, albeit too eagerly to brush off the assumption that he was eyeing you.

You raised an eyebrow, which he couldn't really see, but you didn't falter in making his drink. "No need to get defensive there, mate. I don't mind if you were looking," you replied, sliding Stone's finished drink to join the other drinks that Stone had put on a tray to carry them all. "I like what I see."

"Right, well..." Stone's cold and stoic demeanor wavered just slightly, almost falling when he had gotten off the bar stool. He cleared his throat and picked up the tray. "I wasn't looking."

He left to get back to the 141, but despite his words about not looking, he insisted on coming to the bar each time the 141 wanted refills even when he had switched to water. You could tell he was getting flustered with each flirting comment you made and normally that would make you relent, but underneath it all, you could tell he was preening at the compliments.

He looked like a tough guy, with his scars and cold demeanor, but you could tell there was more to him. He melted too cutely at your attention to not have there be something more to him.

When the 141 was done drinking for the night, he was the one who closed out their tab. And you gave him a slip of paper with your phone number on it. That made him very flustered and he scurried away without saying anything, but he took the piece of paper with him.

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disappointing lack of delta slim thirst on the fuck that old man website

im running low in inspo rn i wanna do more soap stuff plz give me ops on his character i need to understand him better x

oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you

Some biker Ghost for nat and pirate ghoap for Tree! Thanks so much 🏍️☠️

(+ period ghoap for me...)

in all timelines and in all possibilities 🫶🏻

key frames below the line!!

Soap who thought that when you called him "Dove", you were just being sweet and affectionate. No ulterior meaning

Soap who only realized that wasn't the case when you called him "Irish Spring" while upset at him one day

The realization finally Dawned on him

I love the paradox headcanon of TF141

noticed this in many fics i saw

Price who's obviously more than okay being around strong independent women. he works with Laswell, Farah, and many others in his life that he didn't understand the saying of 'women should just stay in the kitchen'. he believes in women's right (and wrong), would step in and speak up if he saw anyone, even someone he knew, speak badly of them. But, not you though :/ why do you need to work? nonsense, just stay at home and sit there looking pretty while he does everything.

Soap, a raging feminist, grew up with sisters, taught to always respect them, and would definitely kill any men who didnt. One time, he appeared at his sister's ex house with some c4 when he heard him slapping her butt in public- but anyway. good man he is. until, he saw you. all manners thrown out the window as he slides to your side and rizz you up. relishing the way you squirmed as he leaned in closer. not making it subtle when he ogled your tits either.

Gaz, the sweetheart. proper gentleman who's a total boyfriend material. He's very handsome, and charming, knows his way with words. Someone you'd want to introduce to your parents asap. And with that, he could get anyone he wanted. which means.. he's actually the most unsuspecting fuckboy. so beware.

Ghost, big man, scary man. tough guy. you'd think he would be so dominating in bed, but no. he's a bottom and he whimpers.