💀| Simon Ghost Riley
Little miss/mr trauma dumper.
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It had been an eventful day of another stressful mission that left everyone spent, Ghost decided that sitting with you outside by the campfire was a good way to wind down as the two of you shared a bottle of straight vodka. You had found it inside of an abandoned building and pinched it as a reward for later, later being now that is.
Ghost takes a swig and groans softly while pulling his mask back down, closing his eyes as he leans his head back against the log. You take the bottle while taking a generous chug of the burning liquid and cringe slightly at the toxic taste, it had been months since you last had alcohol so it felt like heaven to have the unpleasant beverage once more. Ghost looks over at you with lazy eyes as he chuckles stupidly and sighs loudly.
You know what?Ghost blurts out in a slight slur, rubbing his eyes as the black face paint around them smear slightly onto his fingers.
My dad made me kiss a fuckin’ snake once.He says with a giggle. You raise a brow at him and snort while laughing loudly as you take another swig, handing the bottle back to him as he bellows out a loud laugh.
No I’m being serious! The fucker make me kiss the damn thing.Ghost says while lifting the bottom of his mask up, exposing the lower half of his face as he wraps his lips around the tip of the bottle. Savouring the vodka as it pours down his throat. He lets out a gruff sighs after finishing his sip and chuckles while placing the bottle down, leaning his head back as he doesn’t bother to put his mask back down. A large and stupid grin placed upon his lips.
Bastard made me laugh at some dead prostitute at his favourite bands concert when I was like, 12.He giggles out. Running his right hand down his exposed lower face he closes his eyes and sighs once again, his left hand firmly holding the bottle that was now half empty.
I was just a kid… fuck.He groans out sadly.