I Have Read That He Wears The Mask Bc He Has Been T0rtured, Call Of Duty Makes The Masked Men Suffer

I have read that he wears the mask bc he has been t0rtured, call of duty makes the masked men suffer the most :((

Hey babe, wake up

A new masked guy with a mental illness just dropped...

Still not recovered from this cutscene.

HIS FUCKING EYES BRO. Holy shit i need him so badly

My first blonde lieutenant crush ngl.

He’s ✨H U G E✨

Alan Ritchson Photographed by Mike Ruiz for L'Officiel Fashion Book Australia (2023)

Forever blonde for me too *chef kiss*

Simon is a natural sandy blonde in my heart idgaf what that interview says

No because I’m going to have to agree with you, he’s a natural blonde with blonde eyelashes. And he has brown eyes (not blue because he clearly never looks to have blue eyes)

Don’t talk to me, I’m crying. I love dad! Ghost 😭😭😭

Raindrops | Simon “Ghost” Riley

a/n: 🫶

summary: It’s the first night home with his little one, and he’s trying to remember every moment.

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It’s raining outside and for once in his life, Simon Riley is grateful for it.

It rained almost every day he was tortured by Roba, it rained the day he dug himself out of the grave. It rained when his family was killed; it rained when he buried them - and himself. And it rained the day he lost Grace.

He stood in his bedroom of his stuffy studio apartment in Manchester, curtains opened to watch the cold rain patter against the old glass. It created a soft melody, calming and soothing - because in his large arms sat Winter Grace Riley.

She was a little bigger now, a lot less red than when she was born. Almost a month and a half of hospital visits had gone by since she had came into this world, now his baby got to sleep in his cozy arms instead of an incubator. The mask was discarded at the door, his shirt somewhere in the room because all of the nurse spoke about how skin to skin helped premature babies keep warm and helped him bond with her. So now, in her elephant onesie, she slept soundly to the melody of the rain instead of the steady thrum of machines.

The only light in the room was a far off street light, his studio kept dark for a multitude of reasons. He had tried to clean before she came home with him, but it slipped his mind. The second she passed with flying colors, all he thought about was getting her home in the pretty pink bassinet he had bought, dressing her in all of the animal onesies he thought were nice, and the best of all, Winter sleeping in his arms. She was a little thing, could barely fit in newborn clothes as a seven week old premie, but Winter was his. She was finally home in his shitty apartment, and that made his world turn upside down.

It was scary for Simon. He found it terrifying that such a little thing could sway his view on the world, but he would never change having that little girl.

He pressed a kiss to her head, the baby softly hummed in her slumber. Both arms holding her and he never took his eyes off of her, even as the thunder barreled through Manchester. He memorized her eyelashes, her nose, her mouth, her ears… everything. Because if he were to lose her, he would be destroyed.

It was bedtime for them now. He was meant to put her down in her bassinet, the one with the pink polka dots and pastel stars, but he couldn’t. The rain that finally soothed her came down harder, shouting at him to let her rest, let her be, take her out of his arms so she could sleep.

All he could do was memorize his daughter’s face because he knew that one day… one day she wouldn’t be this little anymore.

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