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@azraelios
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( temp. pinned ) ind. portrayal of simon ' ghost ' riley for the call of duty verse . heavy headcanon based . spanish / english . ocs , doubles 𖬺͟ other verses welcome . mdni , lewd dni .
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ▍ ݁ ⠀ ⠀ ˖ ͟ ⁍ ⠀ ＊⠀⠀ ⸻⸻ ⌖ ⠀ ɪ͟ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ͚֯⠀ think ⠀ ⠀ i̶⠀ ⠀ 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 aͣ ⠀ ⠀ ຣec²ₒₙd ⠀︶ིྀᩧ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙾𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡 ⠀ ﹒﹒ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ₊ ܓ ⠀ の ┈͡⟢ SO ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯 𝑩𝑶𝒀 𝑶𝑯 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯 .ᐟ
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𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗡𝗶𝗸! 𝗜'𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲!
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that obvious to him. “ i’m not ... an easy person. that’s a fact. ” shoulders raise slightly, in a subtle shrug. then he continues, honest: “ can’t really think of a reason why anyone would miss me. or just ... think of me. ”
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the answer *could be blatantly obvious— and simon would still want to know, want to hear him say it. maybe because he’s feeling selfish ... maybe because he needs to be reminded, sometimes, that he’s more than a ghost after all. in this case, however, the answer is not >
⠀ head can’t help but tilt some at the others query, as if the answer was blatantly obvious. still, his expression softens, a vague response brewing in the back of his throat. “ come on . . . ” drawing in closer, “ why * not you .ᐣ ” ⠀
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... fine. you can take one.
⠀ I just want one because I looked nice in it and the fabric is comfy. ⠀
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ghost nods in understanding, opens mouth to say something— and then immediately closes it again when he hears those last words. it is a rare thing, finding out someone had him present in their thoughts. it is even rarer that he had them present in his own ones, too. >
⠀ own amusement gradually filters out at the question, though his expression remains for the most part. waving it off with a loose hand. “ ah, y’know … duty calls. helpin’ farah make sure the ulf don’t sink neck deep in shit again. ” + ⠀
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a huff, displaying his own amusement with such a subtle sound. one would think he wouldn’t enjoy the idea of being known that well— of being read that easily. it’s different with alex. “ ... so where were you? ”
⠀ small head tilt follows shortly after a snort; amused. * endeared. “ yes, sir —— i’d like to think so . . . or, at least i’m gettin’ there. ” ⠀
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... what’s it for, sergeant?
⠀ I uh.. well.. I-.. pls? ⠀
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“ nonsense. you’re just delusional. ” shoulders raise slightly, something like a silent chuckle. “ ... know me that well already, eh? ”
⠀ cheeky smirk slides upon his lips, a glint of affection within blues. “ y’think i can’t tell when you’re emotin’ under there by now .ᐣ ” ⠀
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( a slow nod ... the subtle touch becoming a full, yet still subtle grip. ghost leads him indeed— to his bedroom. )
( gaze briefly lowers at the touch, though remaining motionless in complete silence. somehow, just by that brush alone, he knew. ) ... you lead.
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subtle squint ... his own tiny smile hidden beneath the mask. “ shut up ... ”
⠀ cue a cheeky little smirk, elbows raising back to stretch his diaphragm. “ gotcha. ” ⠀
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( another pause, this time on their behalf. a gloved hand reaches out, fingertips barely brushing könig’s. ) ... yes.
( könig remains in silence for a brief instance, thoughtful. ) uhm, yes. you need me, sir ？
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trying to repress a yawn of his own— and failing miserably ...
⠀ biiiig yawn . . . ⠀
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( good ... they’ve got his attention. now what? ) you ... got a moment?
( facing the lieutenant, almost inmmediately ) ... yes ？
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door slowly opens only a few seconds later, revealing the man in his usual balaclava. “ ... yeah? ”
knocking a few times on @azraelios’s door ...
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