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Cinnamon girl Sylvie

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Ghost is used to eating weird, thrown together food.

He grew up in the kind of family that could make a meal out of the last two slices of non-moldy bread and a cup of yogurt, then moved right into the military and ate exclusively food from the mess hall because it was cheap. Without fail, a skinner, younger simon could be seen in the mess scarfing down food and offering to finish off others leftovers.

Which is to say, ghost has a...skewed perception of what actually constitutes a proper lunch.

A fact that leaves you horrified when he pulls out the grocery bag you're sure he just grabbed off the floor when he made his 'lunch' that morning.

"Ghost...sir...what the hell is that." You point accusingly at the tupperware in front of him with your fork. A can of chicken, a handful of loose spinach, three gummy worms loose in the corner. "That is not your lunch. No way."

ghost looks down at his meal blankly, as if he sees nothing wrong. You watch as he peels open the can of chicken and drinks the water from it, an action that ears a gag from kyle next to him, and grunts "s food, innit? Fockin' protein, an' veg."

"No. No, absolutely not–" you gasp, then look accusingly at soap and gaz "you guys let him eat that?? Do you feel no shame?"

"You should've been here for the wasabi phase. Put it on everything." Gaz snorts. Obviously the rest of the team is used to ghosts...oddities.

You, however, are not.

Which is how you end up bringing in two lunch boxes the next day. Both of them themed to match the thermos of tea you brought. Ghost stares at it when you place it in front of him, only moving when you shove it closer and huff "it's not a bomb, sir. Christ, just eat it."

You open yours at the same time ghost does, having cooked a larger portion of what you had planned for yourself. Simple food, chicken and rice with some steamed veg on the side, all things you've seen ghost eat.

Ghost looks near tears when he takes the first bite. He finishes it in three minutes, despite your desperate pleading to "slow down! You'll choke! Sir!"

It's the best meal ghost has had...ever. something he doesn't say but you know is true when he licks the box clean. It seems you can't feed him table etiquette. Oh well.

From then on ghost can be seen carrying a little lunch box around base, and sipping from a matching thermos. Absolutely adorable and in complete contrast with his...everything.

He's never been happier.

rawme-price

Thinking about everyone on base being horrified by how secretary!reader talks to price....

How could they not? John price is a man to be respected if not feared. Even higher ranks than him know he's only still a captain because he prefers to get his hands dirty himself. No one wants to mess with a man like that.

Then there's....you. the new secretary.

"John. Your paperwork." You tell him every morning, dropping the files on the table in the mess hall without much thought. The first time you did it, people genuinely flinched.

No one calls captain price john.

You have no care or respect for his rank, treating price as a casual coworker and not the weapon he is. Always a "john. I want my vacation time approved by this weekend." Or "your breath smells like coffee, john. You want some gum?"

People are convinced price is planning to kill you. No other option when you keep blatantly disrespecting him.

Of course the team notices it too. Worse though when they notice you still call ghost "lieutenant" and kyle and soap "sergeant"

"Doesn't it bother you, sir? The blatant disrespect?" Kyle asks one night at the bar, after price had mentioned you again.

"bother me? Why the hell would it bother me?" Price snorts, takes a bite of the crisps from ghosts plate "My wife can call me whatever she wants."

...

......

"You're married?!"

rawme-price

Your husband, ghost, refuses to sleep in bed with you.

He tried to pretend, for the first few nights together, but you'd always wake up to his side cold and empty. Walking through the dark house wrapped in a blanket only to find ghost sleeping on the couch, or a few times the floor.

Its....it's embarrassing, really. What kind of spouse are you that your own husband can't stand sleeping next to you?

Ghost never talks about it, gets all quiet and huffy when you try to ask. The same exact way he does when he's trying to hold his tongue to avoid an argument. Leaves the room with the kind of silence that saws into your ribs.

"Are you having second thoughts, si?" You ask at the dinner table. The foods a bit burnt, left on burner too long in your mounting anxieties about this whole thing.

Ghost nearly chokes on his food, having to cough into his fist before he looks at you with near-panic "christ, love, what?"

"About us, our marriage." You explain, unable to stop once you've started. You try to temper the hurt in your voice by cutting a bit of carrot into pieces "you refuse to sleep in our bed. Is it....is it because of me?"

There goes being subtle.

Thankfully, ghost sits up ramrod straight as if shocked, voice taking that military-stern undertone he does sometimes. "No. Absolutely not, love. You are the only thing I want in life."

"....then why not sleep next to me?" You bite your lip, knowing ghost is being truthful but still so confused.

Now it's his turn to stare at the food. "It...it feels wrong. The matress." Ghost pauses to scrub an annoyed hand over his non-existent stubble "too damn soft. Reminds me of home."

Oh. Oh, christ. Of course ghost wouldn't be able to sleep like that, reminded of that place.

Now that you have an answer, you refuse to let it continue as a problem.

A bit of online shopping, and fighting with the too-narrow doorways of your house, you have a gift for simon when he's back from a few days on base. You stand proudly in front of what seems to be a normal bed, only to peel back the covers with a flourish.

"Ta-daa!! Your side and my side! I made sure to find the same mattresses used on base," you mentally note to thank kyle later for that. Ghost is dead silent as he takes in the bed, which is really two beds squished directed next to each other. "Do you like it?"

Ghost pulls you into a hug, but you can still tell he's crying by the shake of his chest.

That night, when you reach across the cavern for your simon, scared fingers are waiting to wrap around yours.

wolfer-aid

i liked doing the independent run because it meant i could walk into caesar’s tent with a missile launcher and atomize him and yes man didn’t even give a fuck that i did that. mr house wouldve been all