keira🗝️

I'm sorry but Ghost saying "choices have consequences" always makes me giggle because why is he looking at me like it's my fault?

ok so apparently the sell of snus is banned in the UK, but since using it isn’t, I can’t stop thinking about Simon who keeps a tin of it tucked somewhere in his gear.

he taps one out without looking, slips it under his upper lip right after missions, ears still ringing from the gunfire. sometimes he just lifts his balaclava enough to do it with two fingers, quick and practiced.

you can always tell he’s got one in, the way his jaw slightly shifts, tongue nudging it into place. it makes him salivate too, so he spits. in the dirt. out the window of the truck. off the side of a rooftop. doesn’t even think twice about it.

Gaz calls it revolting. swears he’s gonna end up with no gums one day, yet still brings Simon a tin whenever he’s somewhere that sells it. Soap tried it once. he nearly threw up in front of everyone.

Task Force 141 walking in on Reader during their Self-Care Day

(this is just silly)

You’re in the middle of your routine, currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room. Hair in a towel. Face mask on. Cucumber slices ready. Oils and serums on your side. One of those silly little headbands with ears. Some lo-fi beats playing in the background. Maybe a lavender candle going. When suddenly, you hear the front door unlock.

Soap straight-up shrieks. “What the —oh, it’s just you, bonnie. You havin’ a spa day?” He then joins you on the couch five minutes later and asks a million questions about the products you’re using. Keeps pointing at bottles and guessing what they do like it’s some game show. Eventually starts ranking the scents, too. Definitely asks if he can use your jade roller sometime.

Gaz isn’t fazed at all. “You got one of those sheet masks for me, dove?” He’s already kicking off his boots, rolling up his sleeves. Chooses a watermelon-scented one and puts it on without using a mirror. It’s perfectly aligned. Spends the rest of the evening watching your favorite show and talking about his day as you both wind down.

Ghost just stares and then decides to say nothing. Probably too resigned to your antics to question them now. He simply proceeds into the kitchen. Could be judging you. Could just be tired. Hard to tell with him. Ten minutes later he comes back with tea and ends up in the armchair nearby. Doesn’t participate, doesn’t leave either, but accepts a little bit of the peach-scented hand lotion you offer him.

Price walks in, takes one look at the setup, and debates walking right back out. Then remembers this is his apartment too. Will sit down stiffly at the far end of the couch. When you catch him watching you out of the corner of his eye and ask him about it, he just says “nothin’, darling.” and looks away. Hands you some sliced apples and a glass of water, because that seems like the only thing he knows how to contribute at that moment.