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summary : in a fit of anger he throws a cup against the wall. except it was her mother's cup. the heirloom her mother gave his lovie before she died

screaming. that's how the fight they're currently having is going. his voice booms, echoing off the walls. she yells back, fed up, face red with anger. neither of them know what the fight is about anymore. it was tension gathered over months finally boiling over. something about him going dark without communication for weeks. something about her not understanding his job.

he could at least send a text, she said.

she knew what she signed up for, he protested.

summary : Ghost with a clingy s/o

Simon with a clingy dovie who has to be touching him at all times. in sleep she's wrapped around him like a cat, legs tangled with his, arms snaked around his ribs and face nuzzled in his neck. he could not be happier as he holds her close, kissing the top of her head before drifting off himself.

summary : simon stumbles upon a civilian getting robbed and decides to take her back to his place to patch her up.

"Somebody help me please!" she called out. Desperate, panicked and terrified.

That was the first thing Simon heard as he jogged down the path. His body tensed, soldier instincts honed over years, flared. He rounded the corner.

A man pointing a gun at a woman, who laid on the ground clutching her arm, bleeding from an earlier knife wound. Which was before the man took out the gun. she clutched her purse.

all this racket for money, Simon thought disgruntled.

The man hadn't noticed him yet but the woman did. She glanced over with teary eyes which flickered with relief. Something in Simon's chest clenched tight. His gaze darkened.

summary : 141 decides to go camping.

Price

↬ god tier. this man comes prepared for everything and anything. Snake kit, traps, tactical knife, end of the world kit, emergency kit ect. and even wears one of those outdoor vests with all the little pockets and gadgets. very proud of himself.

↬ 'im too old for this shit' embodiment. tired of everything. wants things to be as simple and easy as possible so he has a list, a schedule, maps and multiple instruction manuals packed to make the process as smooth as possible.

↬ blasts his old man jazz music in the car, whistling along and turns it full volume because all the explosions hasade his hearing a bit wonky. That and also to drown out the men's chatter. refuses to take a shortcut which Ghost insists on. Price has a specific route marked on his map and they're sticking to it. whether they like it or not

↬ Simon isn't one for big fancy words of love or the type to write devotional poems. He's mostly quiet but his presence speaks louder than words ever can. He shows his love through actions, gestures that leave your heart racing. Subtle touches to keep track of you, a hand on your waist in a crowded room as he talks to his mates. A hand at the nape of your neck to guide you where he wants you. It's possessive. Protective. If you're smaller than him he'll absolutely put a hand on the top of your head to direct.

↬ Simon's the type to do skincare with you. Not out of his own volition. He has his routine, simple, clean and efficient however when you ask so nicely for him to do a mask with you, how can he say no? It ends up with you on the counter, him between your thighs as you gently apply the clay mask on his skin. He tries to ignore how loud his heart pounds when you lovingly trace his scars

summary : Simon approaches his lovie after a fight

Simon doesn't do big apologies. He doesn't waste his time with a long monologue about how he was wrong. He believed that action spoke louder than words. However cliché that might sound, it's all he's ever known. He's seen his father's empty promises towards his mother before the inevitable bruise on her cheek would bloom again. He saw how his mother cried herself to sleep after daily screaming matches.

This fight was particularly bad. It wasn't a screaming match like he's used to from his childhood, no, he refused to engage in that scene. He'd rather cut off his own hand, put a bullet in his knee than to treat his lovie like that. This was a cold, clinical argument from his part after she tried to communicate about something upsetting her.