Simonghostrileysbalaclava - Hazy 🍓

first mini fanfiction im so sorry if its horrible guys im trying😭🫶 (disclaimer: hate will be blocked and removed, this is jst smth silly i thought maybe ppl will be intrested in, may be spelling errors and grammar errors)

pink is yn, pink and slanted is yns thoughts, blue is ghost

Ghost being your mentor in the 141

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Youve just arrived at the 141 base a few weeks ago, your previous CO has bumped you up to a higher role, joining the 141. Which means higher pay, higher respect and more experience!

0630, training begins. On your way to the gym, you check the bulltin board in the hallway, which reads what higher up youll be training one on one with. Oh no. Ghost. Look, its not like you have bad blood with Ghost, hes just well.. huge, and very scary. Well thats probably better then Soap, whoever that is. Whats with his callsign? must be a good cleaner.

You make your way to the gym, opening the door and taking in your soroundings, all the rookies, a few of them being roudy and shoving eachother around, a man with a bucket hat and a beard... and the infamous skull masked man staring directly at you. Shit. You lock eyes. Staring compititon? Maybe? No? Is he zoned out? Whats happening right now? He beckons you over with a nod, you slowly approach.

"Hi."

He nods. "Ghost. Your trainer."

He speaks?

"Hi."

"Youve already said that."

Whoops.

You look up at him in fear.

He sighs.

"Name?"

"Y/n."

He walks to the sparring mat, expecting you to follow. You follow. He turns to face you.

"Lets start with the basics. Step up on the mat."

You step up.

"Stand like this." He stands like hes prepared to fight.

You copy. Your not very good at copying.

"No. Like this. Fists higher up."

"I am?"

"No your not."

He grabs your wrists and adjusts your stand.

"Better, Try and throw a punch."

You awkwardly throw a punch at his side. He dodges

"That was shit, harder. Be quicker on your feet."

You throw another punch at his gut, actually hitting him.

"Better, not hard enough."

You punch again. It hits his side.

"Harder."

You punch and miss.

"Harder."

You punch harder.

"Atta girl. Again."

You throw a punch, instead of just dodgong, he dodges and grabs your fist and sweeps undrr your legs.

You fall. Your on the ground. This is embarrassing.

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Uhhh, past 2? this is short i dont plan on making it a full fanfiction but maybe?

HELP

Ghost wasn’t even looking for you two. He just needed to grab a goddamn med kit. That’s it. A simple in-and-out trip to the supply closet.

But the moment he opened the door, he knew.

Grunting. Breathing. Whispers. The thud of something hitting metal.

He paused in the doorway, completely still, staring into the dim room as his brain registered what he was seeing.

Soap. Shirt halfway off. Neck covered in bite marks. Mouth open in some silent, stunned expression of praise the lord and ruin me more. Hands gripping the edge of a crate like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

And you? Pressed against him. One hand buried in his hair, the other dragging slowly down his back, nails scratching like you were claiming territory.

You didn’t even look away when Ghost appeared. You just kept your body flush with Soap’s, breath brushing against his ear as you looked directly at Ghost and said,

“Occupied.”

Soap finally realized they weren’t alone, eyes wide as he choked out, “*Ghost—fuck—*this isn’t—”

Ghost held up a hand. “Nope.”

Just turned around and closed the door without another word. Stood in the hallway for a moment. Processing.

Then muttered, “They’re gonna burn this place to the ground and call it foreplay.”

He walked away. Found Gaz.

“Don’t go in the supply closet.”

Gaz blinked. “Why not?”

“They’re in there.”

Gaz paused. “Doing what?”

Ghost didn’t stop walking. “Pick a verb.”

Crying screaming throwing up

THEY MAKE ME FEEL INSANE ACTUALLY

No because the way Alex sees Bear tearing up (do you think he heard the tiny whimper when the hallucination(?) of Rip touched his cheek?) and asks if he's okay without tip toeing around the fact that something's wrong.

The way Alex glances back after double checking, like he's making sure Bear won't break down then and there. The way he looks hesitant to go back and ask over and over until he gets a real answer, but he knows that Bear will push and deny the same way he does.

The way Bear has stopped himself from crying several times in the show, shaking it off like he'll ruin his image if anyone sees. As if someone will think he's weak (God knows Lena would, every dismissal of his feelings made that idea much stronger)

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIPP

tw// drug od

Oh my god. From the second I started this show I loved Graves’ and Caulder’s friendship.

Watching Caulder’s od scene made my heart break a little. The way Joe handles it makes me wanna curl up and die (PSA: if you know someone is overdosing, call an ambulance ASAP!)

I don’t know if the fact that he told Dharma that he’s seen this before implies that Caulder has od’d and he had to take care of it, or if he’s had to deal with overdoses in general. My guess is Caulder because of Joe instantly asking if it was oxy.

Joe is always taking care of Alex. Flashback to the infamous “your finger or mine” scene LMFAOOOO. But it speaks volumes on both of their characters.

This moment makes me want to DIEEE… I love their friendship. A man who can’t take care of himself and a man who takes care of the ones he loves.

Caulder in hunter green

Idk if I should put a cw but... mention of murder and spoilers for s1

Okay, okay, hear me out

Bear, who felt like God had taken his firstborn daughter as punishment for the murder of an innocent child during a mission, saved a 13 y.o. girl, though he wanted to bring Rip home more than anyone else on the team.

And Caulder, who literally once rejected Rip as his commander because of a broken trust, shot Nasry and stopped him from killing Rip. 

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I love the idea of Simon being a lovey dovey man, but him being more emotionally absent/not *really* there (in a sense that hes physically there but not THERE. yk?) is more realistic, at least before he learns, i can imagine he was taught this way bcs of his father,

simon, who takes you for granted.

simon, who got used to sleeping the problems away, and waking up in the morning to tea made just for him. you always add honey, and he's got used to the aftertaste

neither of you talk about it. he doesn't mention it, for one, and you never seem to hold it against him in the morning, so he always keeps quiet. it's peaceful like that. comfortable

simon, who doesn't feel the need to hold you at night because you're always upset, no matter what he does or what he says, so he gives you space

simon, whose eyes wander from time to time, lingering

you, and the way your hands stop reaching out to him one day

simon, who doesn't understand it when you bring up divorce

you, packing your bags and leaving him with a small smile. you don't text, you don't come back, you give no explanation

goodbye

simon, who can only sip his whiskey, hoping it can numb the growing pain in his chest

and it hits him, weeks later, that you meant it

you're done

simon, who is alone again

buy me a coffee

ur so talented

Idk guys I don't think he found it funny...

Plus a maskless version because even pouty he's handsome

this is ghosts tinder pfp 100%