choices and consequences

141 | first lieutenant

[lts-ghost]

We've got work to do.

Name: Simon Riley Callsign: "Ghost" Rank: First Lieutenant Affiliation(s): SAS, Task Force 141 Birthplace: Manchester, UK DOB: [REDACTED] Age: ~38 Height: 194cm Weight: 105kg Pronouns: he / him

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personnel file - TBA

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[lts-ghost]

You, the mun writing them >:)

@sgt-garrison

Ha. Bastard couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Shame we share a name. Makes me look bad.

[lts-ghost]

what's a job they would absolutely hate?

hai fren :3

Can't stand anything medical. The smell's awful. Don't mind the blood and guts, but that smell.

And anything at a desk. That too.

[lts-ghost]

18. the muse of who sent this ask

[ "ehhhh!!!" dog sticker here ]

Banks. Fuckin' hell.

Good woman. Good soldier. But trying to get anywhere with her is like walking over landmines barefoot. Set off too easy.

Makes getting close... difficult. But that's the point.

...doesn't matter. Good soldier's all that matters.

[lts-ghost]

8. do they have a least favorite color?

Orange. Not a fan. Yellow's a close second.

[rpdepartment]

headcanons for muses who are little haters

because so many headcanon prompts are about what's their favorite stuff or what they like to do time to be rude and complain!!

OOC QUESTIONS

what's their least favorite person?

out of every friend they have, which one would they consider the one they get along with the least?

is there anyone in their family they dislike, or dislike the most?

who's the exact opposite of your muse's type?

do they have a least favorite food?

do they have a least favorite sport?

do they have a least favorite animal?

do they have a least favorite color?

do they have a least favorite song or music genre?

do they have a least favorite movie?

what's a job they would absolutely hate?

if they have any enemy, which one would they consider the one they consider the most annoying to deal with?

is there a part of their backstory they consider their lowest moment?

out of all the threads you wrote, is there one you think they consider their most painful memory?

is there a something in their appearence they dislike? or dislike the most?

is there something in their personality they dislike? or dislike the most?

IC QUESTIONS! Let your muse complain about...

17. someone on dash 18. the muse of who sent this ask 19. if you have more muses, another one of your muses 20. the muse of the last person you wrote a turn for 21. you, the mun writing them 22. their canon 23. someone in their family 24. someone in their friend group 25. someone you ship them with

[sgt-garrison]

The pants look fine. Have a good night out.

- @lts-ghost

Thank y’kindly, sir. I’ll enjoy m’self plenty ;)

[lts-ghost]

Sure you will. Got someone keeping an eye on you?

[lts-ghost]

Back from leave and there's no tea left.

[sgt-garrison]

(He’s.. not even thinking about it when one knee drops to the ground after the other. A hand stays firm in Ghost’s grasp, an endearing look staring back up at the man as his eyes squint in amusement. He’s just tall enough on his knees to reach above Ghost’s hips, and-

God, this was stupid. He’ll lose his fucking job. But he’s… he’s in too deep now, wasn’t he? There go his chances of being as honorable as he once was. Up in smoke. But he shed that part of himself years ago. Now, he’s a sergeant to be put in the dirt. And he’d gladly be shoved.)

[lts-ghost]

Ah.

(The noise that leaves Ghost's throat is inhuman. It's a mix between a growl and a grunt, the kind of noise a pleased mutt would make. His eyes darken, a filthy need swallowing his eyes whole.)

Desperate, aren't you? Pathetic.

(Each syllable drips with the ravenous hunger of a mutt long starved. It curls with amusement as much as it does with want. Even when Ghost's hand tips up Garrison's chin up, it's not mocking or belittling; his touch is gentle, even if his eyes scream for something bloody.)

[sgt-garrison]

Would follow you off a’bridge.

(He chuckles, a glimmer forming with his crows feet as he seems to lean in closer to the other man. He was.. fascinating. This was actual sign of interest. Being picked apart with this man’s gaze, like a well cooked rib. Meat right off the bone. Garrison almost shivers, wants to. But he knows his Lieutenant sees right through him. Knows exactly what trembles underneath the bravado, the southern charm. Garrison indulges the smell of his own cigarette in the air before he sighs softly.)

That n’issue, sir?

[lts-ghost]

Good thing I wouldn't ask that of you. Like you alive.

(Ghost's smile is a bit dangerous. Doesn't quite meet his eyes, but when does it? Hasn't since Christmas.)

(Garrison, whether intentionally or not, keeps inching closer. As if he can't get enough of the fire, and puts melted skin right back in. It's curious as much as it stokes a sick interest in his gut. Wondering just how far he can push. How hot the fire has to burn before Garrison will pull back.)

(So Ghost steps closer. Enough that Garrison can feel the heat off his body and see how Ghost towers over him.)

And if I ordered you to kneel? That an issue?

[sgt-garrison]

(There’s not a single fucking chance in the world that what he’s thinking is flirting is happening.

Ghost. El Fantasma. Not a single chance. Not his LT. Not the man who leaves no witnesses, leaves no room for hesitation. Hes just here to have a cigarette and shoot the shit, right? That’s what this is. Garrison was just a fucking pathetic loser, craving something that isn’t there.)

Y’know I’ll listen t’you, sir. Rank r’no.

(And he means it. He knows the man’s notoriety, knows he’d follow him back into hell fire. Even disregarding that pathetic little voice in the back of his head and drop to his knees and-)

S’up t’you.

[lts-ghost]

Dangerous, that is. Those you trust can hurt you most.

(Ghost breathes out a thick cloud of smoke, turning to Garrison. His stare is almost uncomfortable as it picks Garrison apart, bone from burnt bone. Garrison is almost meek before him, a mouse caught before the maws of a hungry wolf. Barely worth the effort of snapping jaws shut. And yet...)

(Ghost's lips curl into a smile.)

You'd trust something like me, would you?

[lts-ghost]

good to see you around on base again. almos'' wanted to make some 'wanted' posters for you riley.

@callsign-ghosthand

Cheers. Been a while.

Should make them anyways. Give the recruits a good scare.

[lt-vale]

No' only them. Migh' give some others a good scare too; like price.

[lts-ghost]

Price would get a good laugh out of it. Bastard would think it suits me.

My handsome mug plastered on the walls, though? Terrifying.

[lt-vale]

Yeah maybe. Either this or he's turning hell upside down to look for you and drag your ass back.

Give me 10 and watch the chaos happening.

[lts-ghost]

Can do.

[lt-vale]

There we go big boy

[lts-ghost]

Captured my best features. Wasted in the military, Vale.

Should give Price an aneurysm.

[lts-ghost]

good to see you around on base again. almos'' wanted to make some 'wanted' posters for you riley.

@callsign-ghosthand

Cheers. Been a while.

Should make them anyways. Give the recruits a good scare.

[lt-vale]

No' only them. Migh' give some others a good scare too; like price.

[lts-ghost]

Price would get a good laugh out of it. Bastard would think it suits me.

My handsome mug plastered on the walls, though? Terrifying.

[lt-vale]

Yeah maybe. Either this or he's turning hell upside down to look for you and drag your ass back.

Give me 10 and watch the chaos happening.

[lts-ghost]

Can do.

[lts-ghost]

good to see you around on base again. almos'' wanted to make some 'wanted' posters for you riley.

@callsign-ghosthand

Cheers. Been a while.

Should make them anyways. Give the recruits a good scare.

[lt-vale]

No' only them. Migh' give some others a good scare too; like price.

[lts-ghost]

Price would get a good laugh out of it. Bastard would think it suits me.

My handsome mug plastered on the walls, though? Terrifying.

[lts-ghost]

good to see you around on base again. almos'' wanted to make some 'wanted' posters for you riley.

@callsign-ghosthand

Cheers. Been a while.

Should make them anyways. Give the recruits a good scare.

[lt-crow]

[ feeling a mite insecure ab my characters atm so be a tiny bit gentle with me if you would. ]

[lts-ghost]

“Thought i’d drop by, say hello and good afternoon to you. How’s everything going, lieutenant? No problems here?”

- @colonel-v-palmer

Afternoon, Colonel.

No problems aside from a thief while I was gone. Nothing I can't handle. Anything... interesting happen while I was deployed?

[colonel-v-palmer]

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Well, that I know of at least. If you’re wanting any catch up on the gossip i’m the wrong bloke to go to.”

“Anything get stolen from you? No harm done?”

[lts-ghost]

Unfortunately, yes. Slag nicked my lighter. I'm tracking them down.

Don't need gossip. Just heard there were a few fires on base while I was gone. Figurative and literal.