Ghosts Intrusive Thoughts

Ghosts Intrusive Thoughts

So I saw this TikTok and it got me thinking,, what if Ghost had this intrusive thought really often? How would he deal with it? Then I thought oh my god,, would he break down into tears and beg for Soap to touch him, hold him and speak to him just to assure Ghost that he’s real?? ITS SO SAD HRGRHH

I think the idea of Ghost just being so vulnerable is sad enough because it implies something either triggered him or something horrible has happened OR he’s finally had enough of the tough guy stuff and just needed his minute of vulnerability in which he trusts Soap with ONLY WWAAHAGAJ

This is exactly what I’m talking about when I say Simon and Ghost are 2 separate people oh my GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

Duality

Simon Riley/reader or Ghost/reader This concept has been living in my brain for a while and I'm considering writing it into a full fic (maybe?) but for now, here's... this.

500ish words Simon loves you. Ghost does not.

Simon may love you, but Ghost does not. 

Ghost hates you. You make Simon weak. You distract him. You threaten his very existence. Ghost does not spend hours dreaming about you, like Simon does. He doesn’t think your laugh is the peal of bells like Simon believes, but the echo of a dying crow. Ghost does not think your skin is soft and lovely, instead its rough and jarring like sandpaper, uncomfortable against his own. He cannot stand to listen to you drone on and on about your day, or your job, or your moronic companions you call friends. Simon is always so enraptured by your eyes, the flecks of color that surround your pupils, while Ghost thinks they’re fairly non spectacular. Simon is constantly touching you too, taking your too small hands in his, stroking across your skin, dragging his fingertips up and down your arms to make you shiver, pressing his lips to your ear to whisper how much he loves you, how he adores you, how he’ll keep you safe. 

Simon’s always making promises to you like that. That he’ll take care of you, he’ll protect you, he’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you. 

But he’s lying, and only Ghost knows. Ghost knows you make Simon feel loved, make him feel safe, valued, cherished. Ghost knows Simon wants to return that feeling, wants to hold onto you so tightly that nothing can ever take you away.  

And Ghost hates that most of all. 

Ghost may hate you, but Simon does not. 

Simon loves you. You make him happy, make him laugh, make him feel safe. He could listen to talk all day, every day for the rest of your life and never tire of it. He could watch you dance around in the living room, his sweatshirt hanging at your hips, your feet slipping around in your socks as you fling your arms around his neck and pull him into your body. Since the very first day he’s met you, all he’s wanted is to know you, hold you, be with you. 

He'd hide you away if Ghost would let him. Marry you. Give you a baby, make a family with you, have a life with you. A life away from blood and violence and cruelty. A life away from decisions about who stays and who goes, who gets a fighting chance and who gets sacrificed. A life with you, where nothing like that would even exist. A life of love. Of happiness. 

He knows it could be real. Simon knows that he could have that with you, if he wanted. If they wanted. But there’s something lurking at the edge of his mind, the sharp edge of a knife that threatens to sever the connection that he’s found in you, the threat of a darkness that could take you away from him forever, and he would be powerless to stop it. Simon knows, Ghost could slip away with you one day and you'd never be seen again. Vanished, gone, taken from him just like the things he's loved before. Powerless to stop it.

And Simon hates that most of all. 

The line between Simon and Ghost

Nothing on this planet makes me happier than when SoapGhost fic writers treat Ghost and Simon like 2 separate identities. Like Ghost is cold, direct, straight to the point and no fucks given but Simon is a broken, affection starved and lonely man,, IDK IT’S JUST SO GOOD

Like especially whenever the line between the two is broken by Soap and he just finally accepts his emotions and learns to deal with and move on from his trauma to be a better man UGHHHH!! I’ve only read one like this and I’d have to dig through my collection to find it but if anyone has ANY like this PLEASEEE!!! Give me, thank you :3

Michael’s breath was steady despite his rough strokes. His large hand fisted his cock, lewd sounds of spit and pre-cum filling the room. The muscles in his arms flexed as he continued to stroke himself, rubbing up on the tip occasionally while letting out a little groan of frustration. His coveralls were unzipped down to the crotch and his hand was stuffed in what remained of his pants, pulling his length out further to properly take care of himself. He was pent up and determined to get it all out. He leaned on the wall, his left forearm resting against it as his head rested on top of it. His hot breath was close to him due to the mask, causing sweat to run down his face. He runs a hand through the hair of his mask, stroking faster as a few more groans leave his lips. His legs shook as his orgasm came closer before he let go of his length and massaged his balls carefully, a whorish whimper leaving his mouth. He came undone right there, his cum covering the wall and dripping down his tip as he painted heavily, head still resting against his arm.

Soap: “Alright, here’s a bet for you. If you like my shitty, cheesy jokes, you have to take your mask off.”

Ghost: immediately takes his mask off

Soap: “… I meant when I tell them…”

Ghost (heart eyes): “I already know I like them.”

I imagine Soap is the only one who jokes around with Ghost at the same level that he jokes. He’ll laugh at the gore jokes and retaliate with something lighthearted and cheesy. They love it.

Thinking about how Corey Cunningham was a good guy with no bad intentions and only gave into evil because that’s what everyone pushed onto him and saw him as so he just saw it as his one direction to go bc there was no way to convince anyone otherwise. Evil was more accepting of him than the society he was surrounded by.