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[deadwar-a]

THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED AND MOVED.

i will be unfollowing everyone from here so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

I'M ALSO DROPPING ALL UNPLOTTED / UNDISCUSSED THREADS.

find the new blog: HERE.

THIS POST WILL BE QUEUED. i will most likely not be following first due to anxiety xoxo but if you'd still like to interact, don't hesitate to follow the new blog !!!

[deadwar-a]

THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED AND MOVED.

i will be unfollowing everyone from here so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

I'M ALSO DROPPING ALL UNPLOTTED / UNDISCUSSED THREADS.

find the new blog: HERE.

THIS POST WILL BE QUEUED. i will most likely not be following first due to anxiety xoxo but if you'd still like to interact, don't hesitate to follow the new blog !!!

[deadwar-a]

THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED AND MOVED.

i will be unfollowing everyone from here so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

I'M ALSO DROPPING ALL UNPLOTTED / UNDISCUSSED THREADS.

find the new blog: HERE.

THIS POST WILL BE QUEUED. i will most likely not be following first due to anxiety xoxo but if you'd still like to interact, don't hesitate to follow the new blog !!!

[deadwar-a]

THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED AND MOVED.

i will be unfollowing everyone from here so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

I'M ALSO DROPPING ALL UNPLOTTED / UNDISCUSSED THREADS.

find the new blog: HERE.

THIS POST WILL BE QUEUED. i will most likely not be following first due to anxiety xoxo but if you'd still like to interact, don't hesitate to follow the new blog !!!

#* ooc .

[deadwar-a]

ALAN RITCHSON as Jack Reacher in REACHER Season 1 (2022)

#body image tw #partial nudity cw #* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / visage . #ain't he neat

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The vacant look is all too familiar , but he makes no move to comment on it . His own gaze glances down as Soap holsters his gun , hands ready to catch it if he decided to let it go . Thankfully , he pulled himself back just enough to put it away safely . The smell of gunpowder and blood fills his nose as he takes in a breath . It's nothing he isn't used to .

Soap's attention moves to his own hands , Ghost's gaze dropping to them as well . Brows knit together in a bit of concern , carefully reaching out to take the injured hand into his own and give it a look . The medical experience he has stashed away in the back of his mind is examining it closely , gloved hand turning it over gently . ' Good news is you'll live . '

They're going to catch hell from Price when he finally arrives , but that's going to be a while . There's nothing they can do except sit and wait , Ghost's attention mainly on Soap as he tries to figure out where his mind is for the time being . ' Did what you had to . No way we were lettin' the bastard stay alive . Price should know better anyhow . '

There was a chance that in the haze? He... might have forgotten about Simon. The muscle memory is there, automatic, ready to fight and bare teeth and God forbid anyone step between him and his choice because it wasn’t happening again— 

It takes a moment for the hesitation in Soap’s grip to be noticed, a slow blink as his head turned to stare at the gun shaking in his hands. It probably would’ve clattered to the floor if the vague bits of sensibility weren’t visibly turning on. Sort of. At least that bit of muscle memory had the right idea to actually holster it before turning his attention to Ghost. 

Kind of, anyways, he probably looked about as dead on the outside as he felt on the inside about this. Was he okay? Probably not, but he nodded slowly all the same. Attention back to his hands now, quietly rubbing at a stinging pain between an index and thumb... 

“... His tooth’s in m’ hand.”  

#soapfcrce #* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / thread . #( :

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@pseudowar : Helno. It's a Roach, here to drunkenly pout at Simon. And the bite his jaw. He's a bedbug.

nothing in the world could change how he feels about gary sanderson . this love settled deep in his bones some time during their training days and never left , even after he believed him to be dead and even when gary came back and hated him for so long . it never wavered . now he's watching him stumble his way over after a night out with johnny ; simon's arms open up as he crawls into the bed , grinning as gary pouts and bites at his jaw . ' have fun ? ' voice is quiet , arms pulling him in tighter as he leans down to kiss his temple then a quick kiss on the lips . ' didn't get into too much trouble, yeah ? see you're in one piece still . '

#pseudowar #pseudowar: roach. #* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / ask . #* priv / pseudowar : roach and ghost . #i love them so very much #simon loves him so so much

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#hexsreality #* ooc .

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He knows him . They know each other almost inside and out ; how each other works and what makes the other tick . He also knows that keeping the enemy alive and going to a prison wasn't an option either , no matter how much Price or Laswell would've wanted it . They made that mistake once before and now it's a waiting game .

Ghost watches his partner closely , hearing Price talk some nonsense in his ear about coming back later for the guy . They're on watch and his finger is itching on a trigger , but he restrains himself . With a deep breath , he stepped out . He's not oblivious . He knew what leaving Soap alone with him would do . He could see it in his eyes , and a part of him wanted to stay and watch . But if he wasn't there , then the paperwork would be less for all of them .

It's only a few minutes before he hears the pop of the gun , a feeling of relief washing over him . He hears Price yelling as he reenters , gaze falling on the dead body before looking Soap . Calm demeanor as he walks over , head tilting slightly to try to catch his gaze , trying to see if he's okay . ' Alright ? '

In hindsight, leaving Soap alone with the target was probably a bad idea... 

In hindsight, maybe the fucker shouldn’t have done what he did. Maybe they’d have all been wrapped up nicely in a van off to have a nice conversation before burying the guy neck deep in some nice prison that everyone would probably forget about. Fat chance that was. 

The blood caked his hands and splattered across his face, feeling not unlike a warm embrace of relief. The muzzle of the gun in his hands was still smoking, the already bruises and scrapes on his hands stinging from the sweat and bile from where he had unloaded. Again, in hindsight, they really shouldn’t have done this. 

He spat at the body, breath heavy. “See you in hell, arsehole...” He’ll deal with the consequences later. 

#soapfcrce #* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / thread . #((( :

[deadwar-a]

WHERE TO FIND RINA:

sunsache / multi muse

deadwar / gh.ost & s.oap dual muse

rina_beana / dis.cord (mutuals only)

#* ooc .

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ALAN RITCHSON as Jack Reacher “First Dance” — Reacher (1.02)

#partial nudity cw #* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / visage . #i feel like i need to remind y'all on this fine sunday

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S.IMON R.ILEY HEADCANON #something idk:

when simon isn't wearing his balaclava around base, which isn't too often bc that thing does get hot and it's bad for the skin and hair, he'll settle for the simple half-face masks / the ones that are like a balaclava but not covering head n hair. he likes the feeling of anonymity. people obviously know he's blond and the color of his eyes are brown, so he sees no reason to hide that. but the rest of his face, he will. because he does have distinguishing scars if ever made visible (eyebrow, glasgow, a few other smaller ones) so he'd rather not have everybody knowing what the fuck he looks like completely. besides, his paranoia is too real for that. personally, i just think he's spent so much time building this anonymity that he's not gonna sway it. people wear masks in every day life (especially during winter, and it's rather cold in the uk anyway), so it's nothing out of the ordinary and it's easily overlooked.

#* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / headcanon . #i love this paranoid bastard with my whole heart

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@deadwar asked for: reverse + [ heart ] / simon, for roach. meme ; still accepting

Gary's nightmares are not frequent, not like they were, but they still were there. Lurking behind every good day like a phantom, or an assassin, waiting for the right time to pop up. The worst kind of paralysis demon - one made of memories he'd thought he'd made peace with, thought he'd worked his way through, but lingered still. Agony, as it turned out, was a hard thing to forget, harder still when the evidence of it still laid on his skin.

Most of the time, his nightmares are him alone in that pit. Staring at Ghost's back as he got away from certain death and left him behind - a memory that was false, made of insecurities, Roach had been unconscious by the time Ghost had crawled from their grave - and sometimes... Sometimes...

Sometimes, Ghost - Simon - was there with him. Eyes glazed with death beneath cracked sunglasses as fire consumed them both. The smell of burning plastic and material, their gear, turning into the smell of burning flesh as his gear gave way to his body. Flames eating at the other man's balaclava and sunglasses until all that remained was his face - and then -

And then it ate that too, leaving Roach paralyzed and in utter agony, staring as the man he loved, even back then, began to resemble his mask - a ghastly skull with an even more ghastly smile. One that seemed to remind Roach of his failure to keep up, to have been so weak, to have brought Simon down with him...

Gary wakes with a scream lodged in his throat, blocked by imaginary ash, by smoke, by the taste of burning flesh and petrol. He wakes with violence, soundless like how he's always been. Not a grunt falling from his lips as his hands swing and his feet kick, his body twists and pulls against the weight of his failure, the weight of his sin of inattentiveness heavier than he was strong.

And for a moment, all he can hear is the roar of an angry flame. The sound of flesh crackling beneath it. The pops of unused ammo from their gear as it went off. Then -

"Gary." A name, his name. Murmured like a plea against his ear as arms wrap tighter, and the man pressed against him tried his best to hold him down. "Gary, Gary, Gary. It's okay. You're here. Home. I've got you."

But was he, or was this another nightmare? It wouldn't be the first time he'd had them strung together. One horrible dream tied into another, like a train that he couldn't find the stop on. Each of the cars feeling more real, and more devastating, than the last.

"Breathe." The voice rumbles against his ear, almost a command, and Gary does out of reflex. Ribs expanding as he fills his lungs to the brim, all that he'd smelt before dissipating. Replaced with the smell of clean sheets and the scent of a man he practically worshipped, a man he'd loved so much even then, he'd been glad to die at his side. As he exhales, Gary goes limp in his arms, or close enough, and the action is rewarded with a kiss pressed to the soft, sensitive skin beneath his ear.

"S-Simon...?" It takes him a moment, not to speak, but to recognize the broken sounding voice as his own. The way it shook unfamiliar, unnatural. Not like Sergeant Gary 'Roach' Sanderson, who had survived so much at such a young age that even people with higher ranks were impressed with him. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up, it was just a nightmare."

It's so fucking stupid how quick he jumps to reassuring the other man, fucking ridiculous considering the situation, but Simon takes it with a quiet huff and no smart rebuttal. Just a shifting of his stupidly heavy arms as he releases Gary. Comfortable with the action now they he knew the younger man was fully awake, and not going to hurt himself with frightened flailing.

Gary sits up the moment he can, runs his fingers through overgrown curls and stares at the partially closed bedroom door. At the little light peeking through the gaps - a night light he'd installed months earlier so they both could stop tripping over dog toys on late night toilet visits.

"Don't."

Don't apologize. Don't get up. Don't leave. Simon's single word has so many meanings, and Gary recognizes them all. Obeys them without a second thought. Eyes closing as he presses his palms to them. Groans out something miserable and tired as sweat trickles down his back, cold and uncomfortable against his heated skin.

"Love?" It was a single, word - an affectionate nickname - but it was also another series of questions that Gary easily recognized. Their relationship unique, even among soldiers, entire conversations that could be had with just touches or looks, or single spoken words. Simon was asking if he was okay, if he wanted to talk about it, if he wanted to get up together and watch something on the telly until they both passed out again.

And honestly? Gary didn't know the answer. Hands dropping to his lap. Breathing in deep once more before shakily exhaling. Lips parting to say as much but - something else spilling out instead. "You were dead. With me." He shudders. "Burning. It was so real. I - I could smell it. You, me, us burning. I watched your fucking eyeballs - melt and I -" The sob shakes his whole being, his voice cracks from the strength of it, and the rest of his explanation dies on his tongue. Dies like they had - or maybe like they should have back then. "I'm sorry."

He expects to be engulfed again in weighted arms as he feels the other man shift on the bed. Expects to be wrapped up and coddled like a child by their nan. Cooed and rocked back to sleep in the safety of the arms of someone he trusted, someone he loved...

Instead, he feels the sensation of rough fingers around his own. Instead, Simon pulls his hand from the sheets and up towards his chest. Pressing an equally scarred palm against his chest as he breathes out something sad and small, and offers Gary nothing but the simple comfort of reassurance in return for his confession.

"It wasn't real." And they're not groundbreaking words, but still, Gary finds comfort in them. Comfort in the beating heart beneath is palm, the pulse that was strong and steady, and definitely not dead. "We lived. And we're here. I'm here."

It shouldn't be enough, but it is, because it's true. They'd survived hell. The nightmares was just that, a nightmare. Neither of them had died - and they were both alive, they were together. Alive and happy and in the flat they shared, with the dog Simon had taken home when he'd retired and his handler couldn't take care of him, They were living a life together, comfortable and cozy and normal and -

They were home.

#gore tw #just in case #pseudowar #pseudowar: roach. #* dyn : ghost & roach / pseudowar . #* priv / pseudowar : roach and ghost . #oh ))): i adore them so very much #our BABIES )):

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👫 + simon & gary, xoxo

i. In the beginning of their relationship, Gary spends a lot of time staying overnight in Simon's room instead of going home to his flat. It doesn't stop the nightmares, but waking up to the other man helps the aftermath.

ii. Gary's luck is still shite, even with the team looking out for him. There have been multiple occasions where he's lost his pack to something or another - but it's okay, because Simon always splits his food, and shares his bedroll.

iii. They don't celebrate anniversaries - it's hard to when you can be called away at a moment's notice by the CIA and the like. But once a month, Gary does try to set up date nights if they're both available. (So, he orders dinner, orders a movie on the telly, demands Simon watch all of it with him, and then the two fall asleep on the couch together because they're old mentally.)

iv. They don't fight, like, ever. They have disagreements like all people in close relationships, but they don't argue. It's not a matter of not getting mad, but rather the fact that they are so fucking co-dependent, they don't want to fuck it up.

meme ; accepting

#pseudowar #* dyn : ghost & roach / pseudowar . #* priv / pseudowar : roach and ghost . #I KITH THEM <3

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i don't care.

#* dyn : ghost & soap . #IM SICK

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also this is a reminder than simon won't do marriage officially. if they wanna say they're married to him then that's fine but as far as the paperwork goes, he won't officially do it because he doesn't want it in his file. for the simple fact that he believes it's a huge liability because people can use it against him. he knows how it goes because he's used it against people before. the less names tied back to him, the better.

and you don't need a big thing and paperwork to be married.

#* 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 / headcanon . #kisses his head #love my little paranoid bastard