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What are they gossiping about…

how virgil leaving went probably

i have so much work to get to now but i wanted to draw this so bad so let me know what you guys think!!

Something something, some random head cannons of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

.he hates scary movies, loud things on the tv, doesn’t really listen to music (but when he does its like the same four albums that he’s been listening to since high school) (you can’t convince me the 8mile sound track isn’t one of them) doesn’t like violence of any kind in the media he consumes. he gets enough of that in real life he doesn’t need to be reminded of the horrible things he’s seen (and done) on and off the battle filed when he’s on leave. He prefers sitting in his usual pub, listening to the sound of casual chatter, burst of laughter and excitement every now and then, watching on with the rest of the regulars, a football game or maybe even a rugby game when football season is over. Nursing the same glass of whiskey he’s had all night

.dosent like getting shit faced in public anymore (not after one specific rowdy night he had with one certain Scottish brute who may or may not have gotten ghost so pissed that he convinced him to sing Mr.brightside with him at a karaoke br in the wee hours of the morning) (ghost denies that he even went out with the boys that night but thankfully his fellow Brit ((A cheeky Mr. Garrick, who was not only practically pouring the heady brown liquid courage down Ghosts throat that night, he also got the entire performance of the boys sharing a tiny stage and a single mic to belt the bar classic (so painfully out of tune) into the pub that forsaken night (he has the video downloaded on two different computers and has even given a certain nosey captain his own jpeg of the evidence, just for safe keeping ofc.

.isnt the biggest reader, but can get lost for hours in his own world sitting on a park bench with a pack of cigs, a couple cans of monsters and his sketch book. He draws everything. His dreams, his memories, his reality, even his nightmares (which look a lot like his memories)

.has approximately 67 sketchbooks, all crinkled and warn, smudged up with black ink and lead pencil dust. All of them filled, from cover to cover, no page left unsoiled . He’s no hoarder by any means, but for some reason he can’t get himself to throw them out. In some way there his way of remembering. Remembering the bad and the good (however little good there might be) they all sit neatly in a storage box in the back of his impossibly small closet. He digs them out when he needs to be reminded that he is real and that he’s not living some continuous nightmare. They ground him after a night of bad dreams and tether him down to earth when he looks at himself in the mirror and can’t recognize who that ugly calloused bloke with bluish grey under eye bags, a painfully uneven nose and scars littering his face and body is. Can’t possibly be him, right?

. Is THE worst about drinking enough water. It’s fine when he’s at work, especially when he’s on location and there’s no extra a room in his duffle bag for his energy drinks and no way to boil water for his usual four cups of English breakfast tea, with a a splash of whole milk and depending on his mood and spoonful of sugar.

. has zero to no want to find a bird. feels like it would be a waste of time, for him and any poor girl he could get his paws on. he went thru a phase right after he graduated from the core of taking girls home from the bar and taking his anger and frustration out on their poor bodies and leaving as soon as they fell asleep. never slept with the same girl twice and never brought them back to his place. he never felt bad or had any remorse for these actions. he was young and impossibly alone. he needed to feel something other than fear and pain and if fucking the loneliest looking bird in the pub on those forsaken nights was what made him forget (even if only for a minute or two) than so be it. god knows there’s better ways to survive. and none of the girls he “entertained” complained. well, they did when the fake number he gave them ends up being the number of a local chinese takeaway place (he loves there sesame chicken and steamed veggie bowls) ((that’s the only thing of the menu that isn’t to spicy for his sensitive british palate but he’ll never admit that 🤫)) but that phase only lasted a few months, (he ran out of eligible birds to “entertain” in the small english town) and after getting into a fight at his favorite pub because the girl he’s chatting up, her boyfriend of two years walked in just as simon was grabbing a handful of the birds ass and proper snoging her in the of the bar, in between the pool tables and the jukebox that hasn’t worked since the 80s. he won the fight of course but was banned for life from the pub (not his first fight there) and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble anymore. (he eventually has to move on to base anyway and hardly leaves for anything besides missions)