Fair. If I had better ideas that I could actually write as a story rather than an rp it would be me writing them. 😤

I need more of these fics! Where are they?

Its probably because they dont want to admit/believe their trans-phobic but it is what it is. Ive shared trans-ghost art before and people gave me lots of hate for it in my old group. I love all bottom Ghosts.

I think its more hate on trans-masc ghost than him being a bottom which makes me just as sad/angry.

Well I for one love your stuff. So if you ever need a sounding board I am a wealth of ridiculous ideas and all things Ghoap

Pls do

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THE CHOICE OF LANGUAGE

A silent request for scalp scratches. Even if Prices eyes twinkled a bit and Soap looked like he'd been slapped, shooting confused glances Prices way.

It seemed there wasn't anything Ghost couldn't manage when it came to his team.

Gaz never shared the events of his evening. Only half believing it happened until Ghost returned a day later. Ready to help him again.

No one said anything. Not even after the man fell asleep on Ghosts shoulder in the commons. Waking only to take the big guys hand and put it to his head.

"So nice..."

The slurred speech was accompanied by a little huff as he got Garrick back into bed. It took him four tries to get the silken cap tied correctly to stay on the mans head. The pair of boxers and soft sleeping shirt was a breeze by comparison.

Lights out, blankets to chin. He left.

"Sitrep?"

"Mmmsolid."

Yeah, as softened butter maybe. But Ghost took up the leave in and between his hands began to gently work it through the thick curls with a sort of reverence as the combo of scalp oil and hair product returned his hair to the perfectly tight ringlets he'd always admired.

When he was clean. Rinsed. He was then toweled dry. Swaying on his feet from the mix of hot water relaxation and high grade pain killers.

In naught but a towel he was sat at the desk chair. Video paused as Simon rummaged through his personal toiletries and found whatever he'd looked for.

Draining the water as he simultaneously added more, keeping the lad warm and comfortable.

Glassy brown eyes the color of freshly turned soil met his own in a sort of awed affection. Were it not for the mask. Kyle might of seen the soft smile that curled his lips.

While he couldn't make it out, he did manage to tilt head back to rinse suds only to hear the cap of his conditioner popped. Another happy sigh as his head lolled into the gentle massaging.

Ghost, with such careful attention to the fine details made certain to wash every bit of soap from Kykes skin

The heated water, clean skin. Thick, yet gentle fingers with short nails scraping his scalp. It all lulled Kyle into a sort of out of body drift that was somewhere between heaven and a peaceful death.

Somewhere in the background of the haze he heard a voice. Instructional.

"Fuckin hell...this is lush.."

"Hm."

Ghost was a man of few words but he washed Kyle with a sort of dilligence reserved for mothers and their babes. When it came to the hair he groaned. He'd been able to manage it in the sink but that paled by far under Ghosts fingers.