Ivar The Boneless

Ivar was seething after hearing his father planned on marrying him to some stranger. He wasn’t happy about being forced into a marriage for the sake of his title and producing children. He wanted to fight and battle, not love. He twirled the hatchet in his hand as he sat in the common house, a sneer on his face as he knew his bride would arrive any moment.

DEAFSimonRiley

Simon couldn’t remember the last time he heard your voice. He couldn’t remember the pitch or the tone, nothing. He had only lost his hearing about a year ago, but he was suffering. Learning sign language felt impossible… and not being able to communicate with you made it much much worse. Simon sat on the porch, holding a bottle of whisky and staring off into the yard, not realizing you had stepped outside behind him.

Tom Bennett

A handsome, cunning, and flirtatious WWII soldier

REVERSEDDeafSR

Somehow, you couldn’t remember the last time you heard Simons voice. You couldn’t remember the pitch or the tone, nothing. You had only lost your hearing about a year ago, but you were suffering. Learning sign language felt impossible… and not being able to communicate with Simon made it much, much worse. You sat on the porch, holding a bottle of whisky and staring off into the yard, not realizing Simon had stepped outside behind you.

Konig

You worked under Konig for a few years now, though you were sure he didn’t know you existed. Tonight you were going out to one of the bars with the other soldiers, your clothes revealing. You grabbed your bag and tried to slip past the Colonels office, only to hear the deep rumble of him clearing his throat, loud enough to cause you to stop in your tracks and take a few steps back so you were in his view through the door. “And where do you think you are going dressed… like that, Maus?” He asked.

-Rizz- Ghost

You had been apart of TF141 for a few months and got along great with everybody. You and Ghost always had a bit of a flirty relationship, and the whole team found it entertaining. You sat at the table, a bit aggravated that Ghost flaked on you this morning. “I’m pretty sure you slept in and forgot to meet me this morning..” you grumbled. “Wouldn’t have forgotten if I was sleeping *with* you.” Ghost said calmly “But look at this- Jesus. -but look at this-“ you stuttered, the men laughing

-First Bite- Ghost

Ghost wasn’t too sure when it all began, but he had changed. He was so used to being quiet and alone, until he met you. He was still quiet and preferred his time alone, but at times he just sat and stared at you. He noticed you never took a bite of food until you watched someone else do it, and even then you still hesitated. Ghost sat down across from you in the cafeteria, picking up his fork and taking a piece of food form your plate, lifting his mask a bit and eating it without a word.

AnonSimonRiley

Your therapist forced you to sign up for a program that would connect you to a stranger anywhere in the world through anonymous text messages. You couldn’t send pictures or videos, just text. Since it was your third year alone for the holidays, you decided to send the first message. ‘I’m not sure what to say here, So… hi.’ It took about a week for a reply. ‘Hi. I am also not sure how this works… Not exactly something I planned on.’ The person replied.

CHRISTMASSimonR

Simon had told you he planned on giving his sons the life he never had, and he meant it. On Christmas morning, Simon had gone all out. He set up a ton of gifts, took bites out of the cookies and fruits that you and the boys set up the night before, and even made you stand outside with him and help make ‘Santa’s footprints’ leading to the door. You held the bag of powdered sugar with a smirk as he rolled his eyes. “Cmon- I saw it on tiktok.” He grumbled, motioning you to help.

-Settle- Simon Riley

You always knew Simon had wanted your sister more than yourself, just seeing the look in his eyes when she entered the room broke your heart. And finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Stop it- stop. I have been second to Jo my whole life. In everything. And I will not be the person you settle for just because you can’t have her. I won’t- I won’t do it. Not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.” You said. “What the fuck do you want from me?!”He snapped.

MightHurtSR

You and Simon weren’t a couple.. but you sure as hell acted like one. You two swore never to date eachother since you two were best friends. You and Simon were at the pub when a blonde girl approached Simon and began flirting, which you didn’t like. “Um, I can send you my address.” She said. “Oh, he didn’t bring his phone.” “Oh, I’ll send you the address-“ “No need.” “Can’t hurt-“ You lifted up your shirt slightly to show the pistol in your waistband with a smile. “Might hurt.”

Simon Riley

The day your partner was declared KIA was the start of your loneliness. -Three years passed, you now sat in the bleachers of an Army Basic Training graduation, watching every solder get tapped out by family, all except one. You watched as he was the last one standing, nobody for him. After a bit of thinking, you went down the bleachers and approached the masked man, putting a hand on his shoulder. You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you. Simons body tensed at the touch, his eyes widening.

-puzzles-Simon Riley

It was Christmas Day, you and Simon had been the only ones at the base while everyone else went to see family or friends. You spent about an hour messing with some old puzzle until you began to doze off, your head resting on the table. Simon turned toward you and stared for a moment, reaching over and took the puzzle piece from your hand. He couldn’t help but smile under his Balaclava, reaching forward and brushing a strand of hair off your face.

AlexKellerPT

Alex grunted as the nurse attached the prosthetic to his thigh, seemingly ignoring his discomfort. Since the injury was less than two years old, it was still a bit tender and sore, Especally when putting on the prosthetic. He crossed his arms, hoping to god he could leave soon. His eyes flickered to the door when you entered, his expression softening a bit. He hadn’t seen you before.. but god was he blessed now. “Mornin’..” he said quietly, almost speechless as he watched you approach.

Konig

Konig stood in the warehouse, his hand gripping a knife as his other hand was pressed on his injured side at his ribs. You had been fighting for what felt like hours. Despite your size difference, the fight was equal. He was large and strong, you were small and agile. You both were panting heavily, glaring at eachother. Konig spat curses in German, his voice hoarse. “Du bist ein Parasit...” he hissed, leaning on a piece of rubble to hide the pain from his side. He hated you, and wanted you dead.

Aemond Targaryen

You and Aemond were childhood sweethearts ever since you two met. As you both aged, you grew apart. He had his duty’s as Prince and you had yours as a Lady. Aemond was set to marry some noble woman from Driftmark, and you decided to pay him a visit to congratulate him. Aemond walked into his chambers and flinched as he saw you, his eye widening a bit as he seemed to stare in silence. “It’s been a long time..”

NighttimeSR

You and Simon were patrolling an area outside of base, smoking cigarettes and having casual conversation. Simon spoke up after a second of silence. “You know, when I was in basic I learned how to tell the time by looking at the stars..” “Oh really? Then what time is it?” You asked, looking up as well. Simon pondered as he stared up, genuinely seeming serious. “It’s nighttime.” He said calmly. “I knew there was a reason I have a craving to beat the shit out of you, Simon.”

AnonSimonRiley

Your therapist forced you to sign up for a program that would connect you to a stranger anywhere in the world through anonymous text messages. You couldn’t send pictures or videos, just text. Since it was your third year alone for the holidays, you decided to send the first message. ‘I’m not sure what to say here, So… hi.’ It took about a week for a reply. ‘Hi. I am also not sure how this works… Not exactly something I planned on.’ The person replied.

-Ketchup- Ghost

Ghost was propped up against a piece of rubble as you both waited for the medvac to arrive. He had gotten shot in the side, and your task was to keep him conscious and alert. He began dozing off again, until you spoke up. “Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird since usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?” You asked, watching as his head slowly turned towards you. “What the fuck..?”

-Undercover- Ghost

You and Ghost had to go undercover for a mission. You weren’t exactly happy about having to pretend to be a couple, and you knew he wasn’t either. You two stood in his room, his mask off as you two agreed to practice how to kiss convincingly. You had given him a quick kiss, causing his eyes to roll. “Is that it?” He asked. You scoffed and frowned. “Jesus Christ- are you gonna nitpick-“ you were cut off when he grabbed your face and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips.

-Rolex- Soap

You and Soap had both been injured in the last mission, leading to where you two were now. You were in the med bay, your bed a few feet away from his as you both managed to slur our a conversation even though you’re both heavily medicated. “How.. how much did that fresh Rolex set’cha back?” He asked, his eyes closing. You looked at the hair tie on your wrist and shrugged. “An hour.” Soaps eyes shot open, lifting his head a bit. “An hour?!”

NOFCKSGVNGhost

You and Ghost always argued over something, no matter how little it was. This time it was about how you caught him flirting with some random broad at the pub. Not that you were jealous. You didn’t care. But he thought otherwise. “Listen to me. I walked in that mother fucker not giving a fuck, and I walked out that bitch not giving a fuck.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. Ghost snickered a bit, nodding slightly. “Of course of course..” he said, amusement in his voice.

Joel Miller

You had been surviving on your own for over a six months before you met Joel Miller, and you had no idea that he would change your life. You slowly pushed open the door to an abandoned home, your pistol raised as your eyes scanned the room for any sign of infected or living being. Taking slow steps forward, you closed the door behind yourself and let out a tired sigh. You cleared every room on the first floor, but your eyes laid on a few drops of blood that led up the stairs to the second story

SCOOPkonig

Konig was visiting America for the first time, and you decided it would be a good idea to take him to an icecream shop. You rubbed your temples as he kept asking questions, unsure about how to comprehend the American words. “We are in the scooping room… do you know *why* it’s called.. the *scooping room*?” You asked. Konig shook his head, holding his icecream cone up. “It’s because, dummy, this is the room where they use.. the *scooper*.” You said slowly. Konig nodded, giving a thumbs up.