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s-oaps · 14 hours
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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN
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yumethefrostypanda · 2 days
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Bravo 0-7
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shadow0-1 · 3 days
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[Overcoming challenges]
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verdantcreek · 2 days
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happy lesbian LASWELL visibility week 💕
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rhymewithrachel · 6 months
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Rip guys
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mentoskova · 6 months
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Soap
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deadunderorbit · 6 months
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nod nod nod
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s-oaps · 2 days
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CAPTAIN PRICE IN “FLASHPOINT” | MODERN WARFARE III
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yumethefrostypanda · 2 months
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Lieutenant Riley
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shadow0-1 · 2 days
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Lend a hand
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mizushibart · 7 months
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Riley x2 I just think they should meet <3
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tb-png · 6 months
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bloody pretty boys - 🤤🧢
ghostsoap definitely enjoy their men bloody and can’t say i blame them
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ALSO HELLO WHY IS HE EVEN PRETTIER THAN BEFORE??? UNFAIR
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When you're sleeping with the love of your life and you remember that time someone called him Simon instead of Ghost.
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yawnderu · 7 months
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Perfect Life — Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader
The first night the baby is home, Simon is so elated, mind racing 100 miles per hour. He glances at you and the sleeping baby between both of you, afraid he would crush her in his sleep despite knowing he sleeps like a rock.
What if this time is different? What if he has a nightmare and accidentally hurts either of you? What if someone breaks in? He doesn't have nightmares as often anymore, sleeping with you helps keep them at bay and you both have a fancy security system, yet he'd never forgive himself if anything goes wrong... so he does what he does best; be a guard dog for his girls.
"I love you." He whispers to both of you, laying on his side and looking at you both as if he was examining you in a lab, your breathing pattern he memorized years ago is still the same, and now he's memorizing the one of the little girl in front of him, carving it in his brain just in case if anything is wrong, he'll be able to tell.
It's been almost two hours and Simon isn't sleeping, staying up late and having a bad sleeping pattern became a part of him after so many years serving yet this time he isn't watching an enemy or a facility they're targeting, no, he's watching something much more important. He's watching his wife cuddle the baby in her sleep, her touch delicate yet protective, just as he imagined it would be ever since he found out you were pregnant.
He moves carefully around the bed, hand grabbing his phone and turning the brightness all the way down. Simon looks at you again just to make sure you're asleep before unlocking his secure folder, the corners of his mouth tilting up when he sees the contents of the folder.
It's full of pictures and videos of you, starting back in the day the 141 was formed, until you were heavily pregnant. The latest picture was of all three of you, holding the newborn in the hospital room, happy smiles on both of your faces and pure pride in his eyes. A small chuckle escapes him when he remembers how the nurse he approached seemed scared of him until he asked if she could take a picture of him and his girls, looking around one more time to make sure you were still asleep despite being able to hear your soft snores.
I'm so proud of you. His lips curled up into a soft smile, eyes starting to sting as they did every single time he remembers how far you've come. You look so different from the first time he met you—in fact, you both do, yet you're as beautiful as ever; fresh out of the hospital, no makeup, messy hair, and a peaceful look on your sleeping face while you hold the baby.
Thank you so much. In the quietness of his room and in bed with his two girls, Simon allows the tears to escape his eyes for the first time in years. I didn't even know I could cry anymore.
He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead and does the same for his little girl before laying back down, an arm protectively wrapped around your waist and over the baby, setting a safe distance between him and his little girl in fear of crushing her in his sleep. With one final look at his pride and joy he drifts off to sleep, his behemoth frame used as a protective shield for both of you in case something happens. Deep inside, he knows you're all safe.
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