#SimonGhostRiley
#SimonGhostRiley
Soap hates mud — hates the squelch, the wet give of it underfoot. It's raining, and his trousers are soaked with it. He's cold, he's tired, and he's miserable. He's mostly zoned out as he follows Ghost to the RV point, cheering himself up with thoughts of pints and warm food.
Soap hates mud — hates the squelch, the wet give of it underfoot. It's raining, and his trousers are soaked with it. He's cold, he's tired, and he's miserable. He's mostly zoned out as he follows Ghost to the RV point, cheering himself up with thoughts of pints and warm food.
and have art for their fic too! Go read it it's awesome!! archiveofourown.org/works/67126717
and have art for their fic too! Go read it it's awesome!! archiveofourown.org/works/67126717
and have art for their fic too! Go read it it's awesome!! archiveofourown.org/works/67126717
Gaz who makes sure Soap eats on mission. Because without a routine, Soap doesn't eat or drink. Gaz packs extra food, extra water for Soap
Gaz who makes sure Soap eats on mission. Because without a routine, Soap doesn't eat or drink. Gaz packs extra food, extra water for Soap
Ghost, knight with no lord or king, wayfaring through a barren, diseased countryside ravaged by the plague. Rusted feet stepping over bloated, blackened corpses ravaged by the sickness that's eaten its way through the land.
Ghost, knight with no lord or king, wayfaring through a barren, diseased countryside ravaged by the plague. Rusted feet stepping over bloated, blackened corpses ravaged by the sickness that's eaten its way through the land.
🥰🙌 following me is not necessary!
✒️🫡 I will write a fic based on the winner's prompt for each one I achieve.
🥰🙌 following me is not necessary!
✒️🫡 I will write a fic based on the winner's prompt for each one I achieve.
Ghost, knight with no lord or king, wayfaring through a barren, diseased countryside ravaged by the plague. Rusted feet stepping over bloated, blackened corpses ravaged by the sickness that's eaten its way through the land.
Ghost, knight with no lord or king, wayfaring through a barren, diseased countryside ravaged by the plague. Rusted feet stepping over bloated, blackened corpses ravaged by the sickness that's eaten its way through the land.