![]() ![]() He mourned them when they left, but always waited for them when they returned with the warming seasons. One broken arm later and that dream was just as quickly crushed, but it never took away the reverence with which he watched the nesting doves fly each morning. Simon caught them just as they took flight, and vainly thought that he might be able to fly too with enough determination. While his mother hadn’t been happy to see the highlight margins and scribbled dates when he spotted certain species, she didn’t dare reprimand him for their quiet joys in the world. He remembered a dog-eared book as big as his chest with each species native to England outlined down to the smallest of details. All of the pocket change he collected went to new reels of film for documented evidence of his journeys. He treasured it for the months he had it. In hindsight, it was a flimsy disk of plastic that took blurred photographs just barely worthy of their space on the fridge, but it was Simon’s and that alone was worth its weight in gold. Everything always seemed to have more color when he was able to sit outside and study the world as scholars told in documentaries he just barely understood as a child.įor his eighth birthday, his mother got him a camera. The memories he shared of them were a watercolor landscape of childlike bliss to combat the bleakness of his situation inside the house. There used to be a pair of doves that nestled themselves within a gnarled knot on the Apple tree in his backyard. (See the end of the work for more notes.) The most he gets out of it while enlisted is fingerspelling out swears and blunted signs to let people know when to back up. It is his legitimate second language, but rarely is he able to converse fully with people when using it. That being said, Ghost uses BSL on and off the field to either fuck with people or legitimately communicate with his team in situations where they physically can't talk. Non-verbal communication for my fellow tisms is out here WINNING. I believe very wholly that Ghost is Autistic. I can't even spell definitely without google spell-checking me along the way. So if you see me transitioning between eight different ways to call a man your enemy- I don't know the damn difference. I decide what ambiguous timeline to follow with whatever suits my interest at that hour. I skimmed the comics and Wiki articles just to say that it's my fic. I want everyone to feel safe/informed when going into this fic. Of note: While I tried to never be graphic with the referenced assault in Ghost's past, it is a very triggering topic and I did not shy away from it even if I tried masking it behind metaphors. It was meant to be a warmup/brief character study to get into the groove of writing for this did not go as planned. Soap might bloody his hands on the jagged pieces, but he puts Simon back together again at the end of the day. The aftermath and recovery of torture as Soap fished out one resident stupid from the river like a half-drowned cat. “Can I hold you?” was a hushed challenge to test the newfound boundaries between them as Soap’s hand hovered near the door. The olive branch held across the ravine that divided their lives- the opening he’d been asked to give. ![]() He slept soundly with his mask for this very reason, and Soap just watched all the while. He could hide nothing like this, and it was terrifying. With no mask to hide behind his face was marred by whatever fleeting emotion passed through his head and heart in tandem. Soap regarded him carefully, and Ghost knew that he was read like an open book now. Shaking, Ghost lifted both hands and gestured downwards to sign the most simplistic form of begging he’d ever willingly given. Soap ghost Stats: Published: Words: 19597 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 133 Kudos: 1522 Bookmarks: 277 Hits: 11912 if you see spelling mistakes no you dont.John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley.
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