Banter(?)

Banter(?)

I’m reading this fic at the moment and Soap will try to confront Ghost about things sometimes but Ghost will just kinda go silent for a second then tell one of his fucked up dad jokes and I find it really funny.

Like imagine Soap really needing to have a talk with Ghost so he sits him down and is like,

“Hey, why are you acting like this? You’ve been so distant lately and I feel like you don’t love me anymore.”

And Ghost is just like

“What’s worse than biting into an apple and discovering a worm? Biting into an apple and discovering half a worm.”

And Soap sits there with the most distraught look on his face while Ghost looks completely unbothered and takes it as a cue to keep going LMAOO

SCREAMING AND CRYING THEYRE SO PERFECT

as a way of coping, ghost doesn’t usually tell the truth about where his scars are from, because he doesn’t like dwelling on the past, and he doesn’t ever see a need for dredging up old memories that he was never able to fully recover from.

no one ever thinks anything of it, nor can they even tell that ghost is lying, because people in their line of work are just expected to have scars, interesting stories behind them or not.

for soap, though, ghost tells the truth. he’s honest about every one of his scars, no matter how painful their history, because he thinks soap is worthy of knowing. he doesn’t think soap will pity him, or treat him any different, and he’s right. soap doesn’t.

ghost tells soap every story one night, for every scar soap hadn’t seen or asked about, and for every scar he knew intimately. soap never interrupts, only tracing the ridges and divots that litter ghost’s skin, occasionally pressing kisses to the ones he knows had caused ghost the most pain, both physically and mentally.

then, even knowing the truth, soap will make up new stories for ghost, weaving false tales with a practised ease—because soap is nothing but an incredible storyteller. he doesn’t erase any of ghost’s hardships, because he’d never discount what ghost has achieved, but instead paints the history of each scar in a new light just so that he could at least try to help ghost make some peace with what permanently marks him.

because that’s all soap ever wants. he wants ghost to love himself as much as soap loves him, no matter what he’s been through, or how he’s changed.

and after a while, soap’s fake stories start to take root. ghost doesn’t know what it is about them, or why soap had ever endeavoured to keep telling them in the first place, but… they help. and with time, ghost heals more than he’d ever been able to before.

"Why do people like modern AUs"

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POV you looked through a crack in your wall

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. 

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