#cod mw3 ghost

[nrdmssgs]

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[themotherofhorses]

tw: allusions to child abuse.

Five-year-old Simon Riley, huddling down in the space beneath his father’s dark mahogany desk. It smells ... weird. Mummy said it is a family heirloom, belonging once to his grandfather.

(He's never met his grandfather before. He doesn't know why.)

The space ... it is a bit too small for him, much to his dismay; Simon is long-legged and shooting up like a silly weed, his mummy said. Thump … thump … thump. His knees are tucked beneath his chin as he curls up into a tighter ball and — oh — he never noticed the faint scar on his left knee. He's been too busy hiding from his father. 

Please don’t find me. 

Please, dad. 

Please.  

Simon tries to quiet his breathing … but his chest is heaving too much. His heart goes thump … thump … thump. Oh, he hears heavy footsteps nearing the room; the sound causes him to squeeze his baby blues shut. He really hopes his daddy doesn’t find him. 

He really, really, really doesn’t want another bruise. 

It would be the third time this week.

Five-year-old Johnny Riley is huddling down in the space beneath his father’s dark mahogany desk. It smells ... weird. Mama said it is a family heirloom, belonging to his grandfather.

(He's never met his grandfather before. Dad won't let him.)

The space ... it is a bit too small for him, much to his dismay; Johnny is long-legged and shooting up like a silly weed, his mama mused. "You are your father's son, through and through."

Thump … thump … thump. His knees are tucked beneath his chin as he curls up into a tighter ball and — oh — he never noticed the tiny birthmark on his left knee. He's been too busy hiding from his daddy. 

Please don’t find me. 

Please, daddy.

Please. 

Johnny tries to quiet his breathing … but his chest is heaving too much. His heart goes thump … thump … thump. Oh, he hears heavy footsteps nearing the room; the sound causes him to squeeze his baby blues shut. He really hopes his daddy doesn’t find him. 

He really, really, really doesn’t want to lose this game of hide-and-seek. 

It would be the third time this week.

note: in conjunction with my series, paloma. johnny is the firstborn son of simon and my oc, silentdove.

i love the idea of simon breaking the cycle with his children.

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Imagining Ghost is so adamant that he doesn't want to be seen at all without layers of clothes on. He dreads dressing in the lockers and showers are a whole different story. He avoids showing any skin like it's his life mission. No matter what, even in terrible heat, Simon will not, under any circumstances wear a tank top.

Not because he is shy, quite the opposite, but it's for a reason of past shame. Simon has a brand on his left pectoral. A symbol of a scorpion with the Zaragoza cartel insignia making the rim of the logo. He refuses to let anyone see it.

[chewbaccafoundmycornflakes]

I'm beginng pls pls pls for no one to add *that thing* to fan fics now, my brittle cold heart cannot handle it and I'm gonna need happy endings and for everyone to ignore canon and if you do decide to add it imma need you to state before hand cause i REFUSE to accept, tank u 💕

[nrdmssgs]

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Wanted to keep my Soapy a company, so I opened Blender once again

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