I /LOVE/ useless big dick Ghost!

Every time Soap asks him if it was worth it and every time Ghost says Yes

Damn...

Idk it's 3am and I'm rambling if someone wants to expand more on this go ahead

please tag me tho 🧎🏻

Maybe it's a time trial to see who's better and Ghost drags his glove across his throat, looking directly at Soap.

Everyone thinks it's a threat of violence but Soap knows what it /really/ is.

A show of ownership.

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"work out their differences"

Maybe because the race could be called any minute to resume they just stay in their gear?

Getting their gloves and under shirts sticky but not caring at all.

Then the race is called to resume and they have to keep up the act of "rivals that hate each other"
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She got up, heading towards him.

Simon couldn't look away as she stood next to Jay(?) shaking him.

The man looked up with the most pathetic looking blue eyes, no doubt filled with tears.

It wasn't until the man took his tattooed forearm to swipe through his mohawk that Simon stilled.

"Johnny?"

She looked disinterested,
"Good for you"

He nodded again,
"Alright, what's he look like?"

She nodded her head in a direction, following it he saw a man slumped over, holding his right shoulder.

"Help me see his face, looks proper pissed"

She looked back at her brother,
"Jesus Jay"
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Simon downed the rest of his drink. What does he have to lose?
"Alright, first things first. What do you need from me?"

She smiled,
"Coming back with him here tomorrow. Just chat him up, what happens after is none of my business."

He nodded,
"How old?"

"27"

Simon hesitated
"I'm 34"
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She sighed,
"Listen, my brothers goin' through a rough bit. His ex "betrayed" him. His words"
She leaned closer,
"You ask me I think Phil cheated on him but that's not there or here"

He nodded as she leaned back,
"Phil's a proper prick?"

She groaned,
"The worst"
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She saw him then raised her left hand, showing off the ring;
"This isn't for me lad"

He let out a huff,
"Good thing it wasn't meant for you then"

She startled,
"Oi! I got a potential 50 quid for ye so shut it."

Simon put his hands up in mock surrender, then gestured for her to continue.
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Taking a seat next to him she started talking again. At least what sounded like talking.

You would think with all his time spent around Soap he would at least know /some/ Scots but alas.

He puts his hand up;
"English"

She rolled her eyes,
"Fuckin' brits"

He couldn't help the smile.
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After composing himself he turned to the woman.
"Fuckin' what?"

She had a knowing smile that was...familiar somehow.

She had the audacity to laugh.

"I said, are you into men?"

Simon gave her a once over. Fuck it, no one knew him here.

"Depends"

Her smile got wider..also familiar.
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Ghost was sat nursing his classic bourbon when a woman came up next to him.

'please don't'

"Hey"

'fuck'

"Not interested."

She just smiled,
"Good. I'm not either. Just had a question"

He had nothing else going on, why not?
"Shoot"

"You into men?"

Simon spit his drink back into its glass.
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With dust bunnies older than some of the new recruits.

Yeah he hated it.

That's how he found himself at some even dingier bar in Scotland.

Having had the flat since his own recruitment days. Getting as far away from Manchester as possible.

Far away from their cemetery.
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