Jason Todd is the embodiment of Dutch Melrose's "RUN RUN RUN"
Christmas is the only holiday he still celebrates, because it makes him feel like a kid again. Before Bruce adopted him, Christmas was the only holiday his mother was sober for. One of the rare good days with his mom, when she wasn't passed out on the couch or screaming and throwing things at him. And after Bruce adopted him Christmas became the one day Bruce would stay home from work and there was no patrols, one of the rare days the mansion felt like home. Because Bruce would try, he really would try, to be a good dad. But Dick had been an easier kid than Jason, Dick grew up in a family who travelled a lot. Dick knew a dozen languages, maybe he wasn't fluent but he knew how to hold a small conversation and how to ask for help in every language he knew. Sure, there was a language barrier every now and again. Especially when Bruce first adopted Dick, Dick struggled with some English words and would ask Bruce for thing's in French or Spanish but Bruce always, roughly, knew what Dick was asking for. And sure, Dick was a Velcro baby. Always attached to Bruce, but also always so full of energy. Always running around and trying to get Bruce to play. Always so happy, it took him a while to realize he was safe, sure, but once Dick realized Bruce wasn't going anywhere? Dick was chaotic and unpredictable. But Jason? Jason he grew up in Gotham, in the streets of the worst neighborhoods and playing in Crime Alley. Jason was defensive off the bat, already convinced Bruce was going to give up on him. Jason had already been through three or four homes before he got to Bruce, he didn't trust a thing Bruce said. But Christmas? Christmas was HIS day, he'd wake up early with Alfred and cook and after that first two years? Jason learned he was okay, that he could relax and nothing would happen. He was Robin, and his dad is a Billionaire named Bruce Wayne by a day and Batman by night. He felt safe. But then he was blown up by the Joker and brought back to life in the league and basically raised Damian, he didn't really celebrate Christmas with the league but Jason would occasionally tell little Damian about what Christmas was to him. And then when he returned to Gotham, under the name of "Red Hood", he'd catch Damian breaking into his apartment on December 24th and they'd make cookies and Jason would tell him a Christmas story before making sure Damian got home safe.
You had always just seen... Simon, the sweet man who had always been there for you and made sure you were okay when you had bad days and the man that had been on your doorstep one night crying and letting out incoherent babbles about someone dying you hadn't questioned and just took him in, made him tea and food and got him blankets and watched stupid reality TV things with him until he calmed down
The man who had held you so tenderly when you came to him with a burn on your hand and treated it, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin above it. Which earned him a smack on the head and a scold at his antics of treating you like a child, making the both of you laugh
The man who had been your drinking buddy for years, who always came over (when he could) and drank with you. Neither of you ever got wasted, just tipsy and you were always so happy around him and vice versa.
You had heard rumors about "Ghost" and you always stared in bewilderment when someone said that Simon was Ghost. The first time you heard it, you and Simon were at a shelter picking out cats for the two of you. Someone had approached you and asked if you were okay and if he was hurting you, you couldn't hide the offended look on your face and you glanced at Simon. Who was holding the littlest kitten in his hands and softly playing with the little thing, which made you shoot back a comment as you finished signing the paperwork. You didn't believe a thing anyone told you about Simon being the "Ghost" until you saw it.
It had been a late night when you disappeared, and taken somewhere you refused to remember. You remembered the thousands of hours, the months you were there, the scars that littered your skin. Everything you couldn't ignore, but... you did remember the gun fire that entered the room with those men. That skull mask that covered someone's face and... you remember screaming towards the men that had barged in.
"Who are you!?" and "STAY BACK!"
As they approached, you heard a voice (well several), and your blood froze.
"Simon..."
Your voice cracked as you lunged towards him, the chain on the wall holding you back and breaking the skin where the rusty metal bit in. You sobbed into his chest as he held you, his face buried in your neck as he soothingly rubbed the bare skin there. A jacket, his jacket, was put around you as the chain was cut and you fell into Simon. You couldn't stand, your legs had been broken and healed wrong, so you just... couldn't stand anymore. So Simon carried you, he carried you with such care that you almost forgot the blood that now covered the both of you. He kissed your head as you rode in the jeep with them, your skin discolored from the dirt and bruises you had been inflicted with during your four months there.
You were in the hospital for weeks, and Physical Therapy for months, before you were allowed out on your own again. But after that you stuck close to Simon, who didn't understand why. Most people, in his experience, didn't want to be around after that saw "Ghost". Most people were to scared but... he forgot how... different you were. You weren't most people, you were his people. There were only a few people who stuck around after, most were only his teammates but you. You stuck around and still loved him after.
You were his people.
His person.
And he vowed that he'd never let anything happen to you ever again.
Imagine working in the police department and its late, you don't think anyone else is there, and you're typing up reports with music blasting
You don't notice Connor walking in, your music in your earbuds is way to loud and is audible from them
You bob your head and do little dances to the parts of the songs that you like the most and bebop to your own beat, which is mostly why you're there so late
You tip your chair open and scream as you fall but before Connor can actually walk over and check on you, you start laughing so hard that you lose your breath
Your laughter is nice to hear to Connor, especially since it's been so grim in the station lately
He just stands there, in the door way, as he listens to your laughter
Eventually he sees you emerge from behind your desk, your cheeks a soft red as you bend over and rest your head on your hands, still giggling
Connor doesn't say anything or make any movement to get your attention, and a small smile crosses his face before he quietly walks away
You never knew he was there, but that moment still crosses his mind every now and then
Especially on car rides that are taking a while
He used to just partially power down, so he's still technically aware but not really, and "rest" or reboot his systems but now you just occupy his mind
Sometimes, when he knows your working late, he'll watch you from the doorway just to see you being so carefree and happy afterhours
Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off
CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-
Simon "Ghost" Riley
He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called
He's observant y'all
He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer
He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket
He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did
His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did
He noticed how you shrinked away
Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.
"Luv? What happened?"
His voice was angry, but not at you.
Never at you.
You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself
"Can we just... leave..?"
He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.
He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.
He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.
He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu
Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.
So he reached over and grabbed you're hand
Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone
He answered as he drove.
"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."
He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside
He was there in twenty minutes...
out of an hour drive
You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.
You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked
"Yer dad give you those?"
You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet
Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel
You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you
So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.
He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field
He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie
He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.
He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him
He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid
You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.
"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."
He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house
You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence
John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze
"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Rage
Just pure rage
Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong
You don't call him
Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something
He left the room and answered your call
Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes
Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up
He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in
He didn't knock
He didn't announce his presence
Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left
You didn't ever go back
When your stuff went to be retrieved
Kyle did it
Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit
I see him as a very protective boyfriend
Sebastian Krueger
Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway
He had gotten your call and sped to get there
He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff
The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry
Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon
Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out
Protective as fuck
Nikto
(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)
He was halfway there anyways
He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up
You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in
You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back
Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself
He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off
He knew the area well, he grew up there
So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over
He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly
His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall
"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"
Then you broke
You ugly cried against him
All the while he held you close and let you cry
He wasn't even mad right now
He was hurt
Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt
He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep
"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."
Alex Keller
Kinda just showed up after your call
He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close
He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate
He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair
He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night
The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you
Farah Karim
No one fucks with her baby
She showed up with that angry lesbian look
She just has that look y'all
I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨
Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back
You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road
"She hit me Far..."
You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around
She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color
She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one
"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."
She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours
10/10 girlfriend
Valeria Garza
Showed up in a black SUV
Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you
She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours
You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.
"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?"
(Sweetheart)
Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head
Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered
"Are you mad..?"
Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost
The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin
"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..."
(never at you)
She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any
"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"
Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.
There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.
She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.
"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..."
(My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)
You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.
She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you
At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.
You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.
"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."
Konig
Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night
Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window
Then you when you jumped
He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered
You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road
Then he left
When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried
You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats
You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car
Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head
"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."
He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled
He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass
He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending
And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.
the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out
She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out
Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.
He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up
He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were
Your dog and him.
It was always your dog and him, never yourself
Which was something he admired, but worried about you
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
He doesn't do anything confrontational
Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night
Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives
Keeps you on base with him
Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted
Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you
Gets your stuff at a later date
Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally
Alejadro Vargas
What's calm? Never met her
So many curse words
Literally broke so many road laws to get to you
Very angry
But very tender with you
Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his
Very carefully drives with you in his car
Movie night after and kisses your head a lot
Bandages up the gash on your forehead
Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly
When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better
Still loves you so much though
Rodolfo Parra
Scarily calm
Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy
Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up
"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?"
(I'll take care of everything, okay?)
Sweetest boyfriend 10/10
Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles
Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you
Nikolai
Silently angry Russian
A very... terrifying person when angry
Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house
He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt
"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"
He whispered when the two of you were in his car
"Yeah just a little beat up..."
You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently
Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy
"Fucking sunshine..."
He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off
Grinch
The Southern came out
Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words
Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break
The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.
The two of you got ice cream after
You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm
He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...
But if you were happy, so was he
Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry
Sandman
A MENACE
Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up
He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead
"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."
He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door
He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face
Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses
Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours
Frost
Your called ID popped up
He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)
He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache
You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway
He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil
He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand
"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"
You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek
"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."
Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him
"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."
His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.
He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission
He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.
He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door
He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground
He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks
He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well
He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone
So he slept out there with you
He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course
Kate Laswell
Mmmmnnnnn angry
Just angry
But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them
She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state
Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you
She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way
She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you
"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."
She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police
She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed
She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts
She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly
The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before
She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-
Phillip Graves
hm
hehehehe
He's not the government
He's a complete jackass
Made sly comments like:
"So... you wanna die?"
or
"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"
You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands
The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red
He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm
His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched
It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room
You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms
"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"
He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm
You giggled gently and softly played with his hair
"I love you Phillip..."
"I love you too babybell"
Vladimir Makarov
He's a terrorist
He was a terror (pun intended)
He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close
No fucks given
You had to coax him into putting the gun away
"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."
He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were
He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix
The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before
As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you
"Anything for you darling..."
You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you
You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face
By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore
He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.
He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden
Which you agreed
You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it
"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"
You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist
"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"
He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip
So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him
"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."
You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did
Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste
You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue
"Ew!"
You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face
"You're disgusting Mak!"
You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm
"Yeah but... you love me Darling"
You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him
"Damn right I do Sweetheart"
You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds
"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"
He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound
"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"
You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach
"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"
"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"
He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to
Your face burned and you scoffed
It took a few hours to actually get in bed
When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian
Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut
His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore
He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff
He kissed your hand as he drove
He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out
10/10 boyfriend
we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-
Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside
You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest
You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands
He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming
His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.
"Is there an issue here?"
He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly
Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:
"They hurt me..."
His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back
He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."
He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.
"alright... I love you Kees..."
"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."
He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door
His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you
You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it
You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep
You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home
Fred and George are/were(?) close with their grandparents. Fred with his Grandmothers and George with his Grandfathers
Fred loves Alfredo but wouldn't make it, not matter how much he wanted it
George loves stuffed shells but, again, wouldn't make them for himself
Fred has a very complicated skin and hair routine, he prides himself on his appearance
George... does not. He has no idea the difference between a moisturizer and cleanser. There's always one-
Fred rarely wears make-up, it clogs his pores, even concealer is a rare occurrence
George wears concealer like its apart of his face, he has eye bags from hell
Fred, if he had to choose, would eat skittles for the rest of his life if he could
George would eat black Licorish, he's a lil weird okay?
Fred loves Corduroy (cartoon bear)
And George adores Paddington
If Fred had to pick out a nonfiction book I feel like he'd be genuinely interested in the history of England-
George would also be interested in the history of England, just not as much as Fred is-
If Fred's significant other asked him to pick them up, he'd be a complete mess. Wondering what was wrong and anxious the entire ride
George. Would show up with chocolate and his partner's favorite things. He'd be a bit more controlled
If the twins had social medias there'd be no such thing as sticking to their own account, they'd switch phones constantly. Leaving their followers wondering who was who
I can see Fred as Omni, struggles with relationships
But George? George is a hopeless romantic and... also struggles with relationships
Fred has a tight and neat sleep schedule, always in bed and asleep by 10:30 by the latest
George? Oh, he's never heard of a sleep schedule-
Fred likes straight black coffee
George needs enough sugar to put someone into a diabetic shock (coming from a diabetic-) in his coffee and so much creamer that it's 90% creamer and 10% coffee-
As much as both are goofballs, I feel like they both struggle with insecurities. Mostly because they're the middle children (the ones often overlooked in most families) and feel the need to get the attention they crave from others. Mostly through laughter.
Fred has crippling anxiety, and panic attacks, if he can't find George.
George, who tries to come across as more relaxed, is just as anxious about losing Fred.
The two got lost in a mall once, a muggle mall at that, and have had difficulties not being stuck to each other after that
Fred has horrible night terrors and often ends up in George's bed, despite being older (but not by much) he's much more vulnerable with his emotions and struggles with them.
George has horrible depression, and it shows in his grades and personal hygiene. He struggles with both horribly, which does often worry Fred.
Fred has social anxiety, but hides it with humor
George hides his depression with jokes, which tend to be on the darker side.
We all know the character “Simon Riley”, or more commonly known as “Ghost”.
Throughout the history of Modern Warfare, MW, Simon has been beloved by fans since his first debut in October 2019. He’s known for his signature skull printed balaclava, a false skull that has been seemingly stitched on, and a headset. While this is the design many have grown to know and love, his original design had the Lieutenant sporting a pair of sunglasses in place of the false skull. Riley’s appearance is a major fact about him, but his style of fighting is also something to be taken note of. Lieutenant Riley’s fighting style is a brutal one. Show an absence of mercy, or care, when he’s on the clock. He seems to have a mass of apathy for anyone, even his teammates.
If his accent didn’t give it away, Simon is British, and he is specifically from Manchester. At the age, eighteen, he joined the military and quickly found himself as a British special forces operative. Simon is a man of few words and speaks rarely on his own accord, which is most likely what earned him his callsign: Ghost.
Simon grew up in Manchester, England; being born sometime between 1983 to 1985. He grew up in an unstable home. His father was an unstable man, often subjecting Riley to dangerous animals, like when his father brought home a snake and urged Simon to kiss the reptile. When Simon began to panic about the snake, his mother stepped in, stating that his father was “terrifying his son” and that Simon was “only eight.”
Unfortunately, the nightmares didn’t stop there. Simon’s father was a big fan of a band called the “Bone-lickers”. He’d often bring his sons, Simon and his younger brother Tommy, to these concerts where there’d be illegal drugs, alcohol, and prostitutes.
One particular night, a hooker seemingly overdosed and, after she was spotted, Simon’s father forced him to laugh at her dead body. As horrible as this is, the torment didn’t stop with his father. Tommy, Simon’s younger brother, tormented him as well, often appearing from the top bunk; wearing a skull mask, or face paint, and terrifying the young Simon Riley.
Once Simon became eligible for work, he worked as an apprentice butcher at a grocery store near where he grew up.
Shortly after being recruited into the 141, Simon went on a mission named “Operation King Fish”. The task force was sent after somone named “Makarov”; who is one of the antagonists of the original Call Of Duty franchise game.
During this mission, there is a mistake made which results in Captain John Price being kidnapped and taken as a prisoner. Despite losing a member, the 141 continues their mission find themselves in Rio De Janriro. With their lack of information; the 141, and more specficially Ghost, resolve to get the information from one of Roja’s, another villain most likely under Makarov’s command, henchmen. Through torture, while most of Simon’s method have gone unobserved; the comics show that a car batterys is used. He was sucessful in capturing Roja.
Simon’s second mission was to recover hostages; which was not as important as his third and forth missions. Which would be his last.
Simon’s third mission is an important one because, this is where they find Captain John Price.
On this mission the 141 is sent to a Russian gulag.
A Gulag is, not only, a death camp but also as a “second chance” for its prisoners.
Upon infiltration, the 141 quickly went to work. They managed to find the prisoners and their captain, John Price, who had gone missing prior to this mission. The team, narrowly, escaped the gulag.
The fourth, and final, mission simon went on contained the 141 hunting down Makarov. The team narrowed this location to two possible locations.One a bone yard (a cemetary) and the other his safe house near the Russian border. Price and Soap, Sergeant John MacTavish, went to the bone yard and Ghost and “Roach” went to the safe house.
Ghost and Roach quickly concluded that Makarov wasn’t there: Instead of finding the Russian terrorist, the duo found valuable date instead. Using a Date Recovery Device, or a DRD for short, the duo pulled the information from the computer.
Upon departure they, unexpectedly, bumped into General Shepard. At first, the were two were relaxed but, when Shepard asked about the file, and it was confirmed that the files were retrieved the general shot Roach. Simon pulled his gun; planning to kill Shepard. Unfortunetly, Shepard was faster. The general shot Lieuntenant Simon Riley point-blank in the chest, and as he fell to the ground. General Shepard stole the data and then burned both Simon Riley and Roach, who was barely alive.
That is how the original Modern Warfare II ended. However, with the recent revamping of the game, this was changed. Simon lived, and in one of the more major changes, Makrov wasn’t introduced. Instead, MWII took the route of tracking a terrorist, dealing with the Cartel, missiles, being betrayed, and dangling from a helicopter.The second Modern Warfare game revolved around tracking down Hamas and finding a lost missile. However, with a new story line comes a new personality. As the story was redone, so was Ghost’s personality. He was originally a “side-kick” of sorts to John “Soap” MacTavish, but in the revamps of MWII Simon is his own, playable, character.
