Thank you for the tag how about Ghoap (obviously lol) and the words “no we aren’t keeping it”
I hope your brain starts braining soon and you enjoy the holidays.
Hi friend!! I think the brain is indeed starting to brain again, and I hope you enjoy the holidays as well!
Civilian life was never meant for Soap, and he found himself struggling to sit still. They were on leave, a long one, in honor of their recent achievements, yet Soap felt it was a punishment. Some cruel joke from the powers that be. He had been up at the crack of dawn, had gone for a long run, come back and showered, and had eaten a decent sized breakfast all before Simon finally roused from slumber. He had reminded Soap of his namesake as he quietly sauntered out of the bedroom and wrapped himself around Soap in the kitchen.
"Steamin' Jesus, Si, yer gonna give me a fucking heart attack." Johnny muttered after flinching when Simon's warm hands made their way under his shirt. Simon hummed in acknowledgement, resting his chin on Soap's shoulder. Soap finished drying off the pan he used to make his breakfast, and pushed against Simon so he could move to put it away.
"I was about to head to the shop. Wanna come with?" Soap asked, leaning his head back against Ghost's broad chest, and the other rumbled something. He gently turned Soap around, placing a chaste kiss on the top of his head.
"I'll go. You need to rest, love."
"Ahm rested!" Soap argued, yet quickly gave in as Simon quirked a brow at him. A soft smile crossed Ghost's lips as he placed a gentle kiss on Soap's nose.
"I'll be quick, 'ow bout that?" Simon asked, and Soap frowned, nodding his head without looking at him. Simon chuckled, pulling him closer as he quietly asked for a kiss. With a roll of his eyes, Soap gave in, smiling into the kiss.
Ghost was quick to get ready, and before he knew it, Soap was left alone with the order to rest.
Roughly an hour and half later, and Soap was fully engulfed by a nature documentary he had stumbled across, and he paid little heed as Simon returned home. There was a lot of shuffling as Simon set the bags from his trip on the dining table, yet barely heard above the sounds of the TV was Ghost's quiet humming.
"Hey, Johnny, love?" Simon called out, and Soap paused the documentary as he waited for Simon to continue with his request.
"Can you grab a rag and wet it with warm water for the baby?"
"Aye." Soap responded, quickly jumping up and heading for the bathroom, thankful for something to do.
But as he reached the doorway, he paused.
"I'm sorry, for the what?" Soap asked as he turned to the kitchen. Simon's large frame stood hunched over slightly, cradling something in his hands. A flash of guilt crossed his face and his eyes fell to his hands.
"It was gonna die, Johnny." Simon responded, showing Soap the small gray kitten in his hands.
"We're no' keepin' it." Soap instantly blurted, staring at the little creature in disbelief. Simon made a small noise and pouted, doing his best to convince Johnny of keeping the poor, helpless thing. The kitten squealed, wriggling in Simon's hands, and Soap let out a heavy sigh as Simon softly cooed at it.
"Fine, at least until it gets bigger." Soap grumbled, and Simon smiled, knowing all too well how quickly that promise would be thrown out the window.
Anyways, more of one of the boys on Bailey babysitting duty! Ghost bonding time because I need to heal her *insert image of young little baby Snoots here*
Simon found he enjoyed the time he got to spend with Bailey. She was incredibly smart, and he loved listening to her ramble about her latest learning experience, even if sometimes the subject matter went over his head. To him, it was fascinating, watching the gears turn in her head as her eyes shined with passion as she spoke. And when she got really excited, she would lean into her words, her hands gesturing with emphasis. There was so much innocence in her, so much gentleness and kindness, her heart so badly wounded yet not broken.
But there were still bad days.
Days where Simon's heart would break every time he saw her. Days where he would see ghosts of scrawny Riley boys, begging for scraps just to survive. There were days where she was so jumpy, her wide eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She had so much left to learn, and her trust had been so badly damaged. There were days where Simon learned to broadcast his movements and intentions, and in Bailey's eyes were visions of his brother clinging to his side and looking at him for guidance. Looking to Simon for comfort, for some sign that it was gonna be okay. Days where Simon couldn't ignore the way all her clothes seemed to swallow her, how bony she still was and how small she seemed. So tiny against a scary world.
He had days where he couldn't look at her without feeling like he was looking in some funhouse mirror of his past.
Those days scared him the most.
This day, Simon felt off. He was extra antsy, despite how at ease Bailey seemed. She was in good spirits, happily watching the latest science documentary that sparked her interest. But for some reason, Simon couldn't sit still, couldn't shake the feeling there was some unseen threat.
And maybe he hated the way his heart sank when her pant leg lifted to revealed a nasty bruise.
"Oh, bug, what 'appened 'ere?" He asked, gently touching her knee so he can get a good look at the purple black bruise along her shin. Bailey looked down at it, shrugging her shoulders and lightly tracing a finger around the edges.
'Tripped the other day and slammed my shin against something. It looks awful, but I just bruise easy these days. Ya know, the anemia?" She responded calmly. Simon huffs and wraps his hand around her fingers as she tries to poke at the dark bruise. Worry creased his brow, and Bailey leaned against him as she noticed his concern.
"It looks worse than it feels, honest." She said, and Simon let out a soft breath, an echo of a voice no longer his own ringing in his ears at her words.
'I promise it doesn't 'urt that bad, Mum." His mother looked over at him, worry evident on her face and her eyes shone with unshed tears. She took a deep breath before setting down the wet rag she had been using to dab at his bleeding, swollen lip. Biting back tears, his mother wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding his head close against her chest so he can listen to the strong beat of her heart.
Simon just frowned at her words, and settled on covering the bruise and trying to focus his attention back on the documentary. Bailey shifted, scooting closer to him and resting her head against his shoulder. Simon looked down at her, his heart hammering in his chest as his anxiety swelled.
She looked so tired and there was nothing he could do for her.
He felt so helpless.
"I'm fine, Simon, I promise." His mother lied, waving him off and trying to get him to go back to bed.
"You're crying in the bathroom again." He had simply stated, standing in the doorway looking almost lost. His mother sighed, sniffled and wiped her nose before she finally looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and red, dark circles clinging to the edges. She was so tired, yet she still smiled at him. It was warm and comforting, yet barely masked her exhaustion.
There was nothing he could do.
"You know you remind me of someone." Simon mumbled, and Bailey looked up at him, pouting slightly with confusion.
"You remind me of my mum." Bailey's eyes lit up, and she sat up a bit to cock her head at Simon.
"Really?" She asked eagerly, and Simon couldn't help the soft smile that formed.
"Yeah. You seem really happy about that."
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's your mom. She made and raised you, so to be told I remind you of her is a big deal. It means a lot." Bailey replied honestly, her dark eyes earnest and burning into him. Simon let out a small laugh, looking away as he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.
"What exactly about me reminds you of her? I'm just curious." Bailey whispered, quietly sinking back into the couch as Simon thought.
"I wish I were half as strong as you, Simon." His mother whispered into his poorly trimmed hair. Simon pressed his face further into her chest, tears burning his eyes. He loved her, so much, and in his young mind, he couldn't think of any reason why his mum wouldn't believe she's twice as strong as him.
"Your strength. You and Mum have got to be the strongest people I've ever known." Simon answered, feeling almost short of breath as his throat constricted. He looked over at Bailey, only to be met with a frown. He could see the gears turning in her head, overworking the words. Tears formed in her eyes, and she sniffled a bit.
"But I'm really not." She whispered, and something snapped in Simon as he turned to face her. He put his hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes as he tried to fight back the emotions bubbling up in his chest.
"I am going to tell you something I never got to tell Mum. Something I really wish I had told her, okay?" Bailey nodded earnestly, fingers nervously working the edge of the blanket.
"You are strong because you are here. You had every reason and every right to give up. To let the world take you. But you didn't let it. You kept fighting each day to make it to the next. You keep working hard to make progress even when it's incredibly difficult and you feel like all odds are against you. You are here, and your heart is still good. Still full of love despite every horror you've been put through. That is what makes you stronger than anyone else. That is why you are strong." His voice broke, giving way to the emotions he fought so hard to hold back. Bailey sniffled, quickly burying her face against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He squeezed her tightly, resting his head against hers as he tried to even his breathing.
"Promise me you'll tell me when it does hurt?" The echo of his mother's voice rang through his, and Bailey nodded against him.
And when he closed his eyes tightly, just sitting and holding her, Simon swore he could feel his mum's arms wrapping around him once again.
Maybe, just maybe, she gave him some of her strength for a day like this.
Simon and John Price (non romantic, more like a father son relationship)
Prompt: “I take it back, I’m sorry!”
If he had known it would end this way, Simon never would have said what he had.
He had always been told, and had always believed, that actions have consequences.
And words count as actions, and that his words could not be taken back. Could not be taken apart and put back where they came from. If he had known it would end like this, he would have never opened his mouth.
Price stood there staring Simon down, arms crossed and grinning smugly.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it, you crazy old bastard." Simon grumbled, slouching into his seat.
"Now you have no choice. You either go out there and ask him, or I put you back on the world's most boring op. In your words." Price retorted, gesturing to the door. Simon glared at him as harshly as he could. That asshole seemed to be enjoying Simon's misery.
"I was desperate."
"You certainly are."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Simon snapped, quickly standing from his seat. Price chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against his desk.
"It's an easy task, Simon. All you have to do is ask him to dinner. It's not like you're asking him to marry you." Simon glared at him before huffing. He promptly flipped the Captain off before storming out of his office. Price laughed to himself as he got up to pour himself a quick drink.
Should I just write the first smut scene for "Taste Test"
Yes of course absolutely
Snootles horny on main? Sure I'll take it
No, finish that chapter of Silence is Golden first
What is Taste Test/bald
Voting ended onMar 21, 2025
**Taste Test is the cannibal!Soap x retired!Ghost au where Ghost is equally mentally unstable. They fuck nasty and kill/eat people together basically**
