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wheres gaz well who do u think was holding the camera
OH, THIS HELPS MY COPING TO COPE!
Okay...
I don't think, and this is me coping slightly, I don't think Ghost and Price are going to kill each other. I think something will happen and they do work together. At least, God, I hope that they work together, and we aren't watching either of them kill each other. I can only hope. I also hope that Price doesn't kill Gaz, because his moral compass isn't nearly as busted as Price's. I am literally going to be hyper fixate thinking about this till the game comes out.
BECAUSE LIKE! Laswell is obviously talking to Price... maybe she fed him intel where Ghost would be, and it's "Yo! We need Simon. Don't kill your homeboy!"
When soulmates cannot leave without the other
Characters included: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Roach, Nikolai, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, Keegan, Konig, Nikto, Krueger, Graves, Farah, Hadir, Alex, Laswell, Makarov
The urge to write fanfiction because of this...
AHEM!
Simon likes eating THICC watermelon. That's what he's eating, and loving.
I'm now going to jump out my window because what did I do? Why this? I'm going to scream into the void now. K thanks bye.
If you're going to write smut, I will judge if you say someone's dick penetrates the fmc cervix and into her womb.
Giving my CoD bastards a bit of grace today after calling them emotionally incompetent (don't worry, they still are a bit).
How the CoD bastards realistically handle stress (and how it seeps into relationship conflict)
We will be focusing a bit here on stress, whether it be from work of personal life, and differentiate why they function at work but not so much at home under the right (wrong) conditions.
To start off, military personnel use compartmentalization hard to cope with all the stress they deal with. It is a high-stakes job, so this is included in basic training, really.
That means that they tend to push aside any feelings they have in order to get the job done. Anxiety? Shoved aside. Irritation? Block those thoughts, turn that energy towards work. You get the idea.
Mission comes first, and mistakes are not the concern as much as what the next step is.
This, including repetition, helps them do their job properly. Their anxiety won't be much of an issue when they've been drilled what to do enough times to just... do it.
However, as you can imagine, this doesn't leak well into interpersonal relationships.
These methods can often cause these bastards to just shut down any thoughts, even when alone. Any negative experiences aren't given enough time to be worked through, unless they've had the training to manage them (and yes, this is a learnable skill).
So what you see is dark humour, bluntness, more physical workouts to manage stress, and often times, alcoholism (this is a huge problem in the military).
Now, let's go character by character.
Disclaimer: They can handle stress typically. These are the cases when, for some reason, they couldn't manage it.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
A 20 minute doodle and I want to throw myself off a cliff.
you're his favorite dessert
(full in Twitter)
Here me out... If Ghost's VA can't play Ghost in the movie, then give it to the dude playing Ser Dunc.
Think about it.
I canât stop thinking about Simon Riley
Simon Riley who has these big hands, hardened by war and calloused from murder.
Simon Riley with a permanent ache in his shoulder from the kickback of a rifle.
Simon Riley whoâs lower back hurts every time he crouches into position.
Simon Riley with knees that click everytime he crouches.
Simon Riley with chafed inner thighs from the rough material of tac pants.
Simon Riley with shoulders tensed up to his ears.
Simon Riley who really, really, really needs a massage.
Itâs Gaz who gives him your card, clicks his tongue and tells him âTrust me, birdâs got magic hands.â
Simon Riley who stares at it for two weeks, insisting itâs something for girls, nothing that a man like him would ever need.
Then his back goes out.
Two days of fucking agony, stuck on the shitty base couch because he can barely stand long enough to get back to his quarters.
Two days of wishing heâd just been fucking shot, at least then the med bay would give him the good drugs.
He crawls onto your table with a grunt and the words âFirm pressure.â
Then you touch him.
Like silk, your hands smooth over his muscles, needing every tight spot you can find until the knots come loose under your fingers. ïżŒ
You take him apart with pressure so firm itâs almost painful, your elbow digging into his tailbone as you work over a particularly stubborn spot.
Simon Riley whoâs so fucking vocal the whole time.
He groans, moans, even whimpers into the headrest. Simon who jumps against the table when you start to work on his upper traps.
Simon Riley who cums in his fucking boxers when you make his neck crack.
Like an out of body, third person experience he blows his load just as the tension releases.
Itâs unmistakable, his choked noise and the way his entire body goes rigid.
Never mind how he reaches out and grabs your thigh with a grip tight as steel when it happens.
Simon Riley who leaves two hundred dollars in cash and his phone number on the table when he leaves. Along with a little note in his chicken scratch-
âDo you do house calls?â
Following of this kind of. Be careful of what you read, this contains biphobia/homophobia, men being men in the military. I know we all glamorised the military in the fandom and thatâs okay but I like to take realistic takes because I like to make characters hurt
Fem!reader who is bisexual, who doesnât hide it. You survived the private jokes between the Task Force, because theyâre your brothers. You take it, laugh along and yet, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
The pretty girl of the bar and you have been talking, going on a few dates even, getting to know each other. And thatâs when the private jokes in your group becomes something more.
It starts small. A little joke here. A little taunt there. Then, itâs the way the guys are getting rougher and mocking during trainings. You tried to ignore it of course. Thatâs how it worked. Donât make a scene was the advice from a older lesbian captain whom you spoke once or twice with.
Came the day at the shooting range. Youâre practicing your shots, taking deep breath, concentrated. Kyle and Johnny are there, discussing. Sergeant Davies enters with his flock of goons, eyes zeroing onto you.
I almoooosstttt enjoyedd thissssssssss!
I like the idea of a realistic example what the TF141's opinions are about homosexuality...
But as far as I'm aware, SAS has some pretty strict code to not cause this type of harassment and they don't tolerate biased friction.
Unless you're in private and they're your closest mates, who already do dark humour like that, it's unlikely to hear anything that scandalous during training.
Especially if you imagine them as their canon ages. The older Sergeants (and Soap is one, i don't remember about Gaz), would hold some form of professionalism.
British humour also relies on self deprecation and subtleness, not direct aggression.
To add: This wouldnt necessarily be impossible to happen outside of training, but it would be very subtle. Almost like they're gaslighting you.
Examples:
âRight. Didnât take you for the sentimental type.â
âCareful, youâll start confusing people.â
âYou do like making things complicated, donât you.â
âSuppose everyone needs a hobby.â
âRelax, love, no oneâs judging. Much.â
But in the case something like that was said during training, someone of equal or higher ranking would immediatly have stopped it. Say something like:
âSergeant, is there a reason youâre interrupting live fire with pub chat?â
âWeâre training, not auditioning for whatever that was.â
âTake it elsewhere. Now.â
âSort yourself out.â
(Just leaving my own two cents here sorry đ)
I'm going to gas up Bumblebee for a moment, because fuck I love how they analyze things, and make it realistic. Their realistic headcanons are CHEF'S-FUCKING-KISS! God do I love every time they post. And Bumble... I literally run to my phone when the ping goes off you post on tumblr. I appreciate your big wondrous brain.
You bitches liked suffering for some reason.
So here you go. Go fucking smile.
PS: For the sake of entertainment, I've made all the men in their 20s.
Little shit behaviors the CoD men do when they want your attention
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon is a fucking piece of shit that weaponizes inconvenience and baits you.
Simonâs flavor is: make it impossible for you not to react.
Examples:
1. Stands in doorways while youâre trying to pass. Doesnât move. Just looks down at you like:
âWhat?â
(Translation: you must initiate contact to proceed.)
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2. Takes something you need (phone, keys, pen), holds it just out of reach.
If you glare:
âYouâre taller when youâre mad.â
Heâll only give it back after a kiss or a hug.
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3. Leans his weight into you when youâre sitting. Not fully on you, just enough that you feel him and can't escape fully.
If you donât react? He increases pressure like a calibrated menace.
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4. Pretends to misunderstand your words on purpose.
You: âIâm busy.â
Him: âBusy⊠missing me?â
Smirk. Waits.
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Simon likes making you chase him because once you do, he knows heâs wanted.
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I live for headcanons, especially realistic ones.
Won't lie, I also am such a glutton for @bumblebee5514 posts. Literally 10/10, would recommend rereading daily.
Anyway, this is Simon's arm. Someone said that it's super edgy and shows he's troubled. Upon looking closer at it, I realized this is peak fresh out of basics, has a stable paycheck, and time to get a tattoo-style sleeve. Having dated, been around, and with family who are current active service men and women and vets... they get this shit unironically. Now I can't help but wonder if this all started the moment Simon left boot camp when he was younger.
At least it's not some stupid tribal style band around his bicep LOL! I'd cry.