i like to believe that simon “ghost” riley, the big boy with the skull mask, has dimples.
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the rest of the task force doesn’t know this for the longest time cause, well, ghost always has the mask on and it’s like he smiles twice a year.
but one day they’re all seated together in a bar celebrating a successful mission and ghost has his mask pushed up to the bridge of his nose so he can slip on his drink. soap is on an absolute roll with his jokes tonight, they’re terrible dad jokes but it’s what he does best.
“oh! i got another one,” soap only grins harder when the group groans. “gaz, what do call a fish wearing a bowtie?” he stares at a lightly annoyed gaz seated across from him.
“… i don’t know, mctavish…” gaz has heard this one before but for soap’s sake he lets him tell it anyway. “what do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?”
“sofishticated.” soap beams a proud smile while gaz and price roll their eyes with small smiles.
ghost, now ghost, he had only intended to snort at his friends dumb joke but something about the stupid fish joke makes him crack a small, but noticeable smile.
the corners of his lips turn up for maybe two seconds at most but it’s enough for a dimple in both his cheeks appear and for his teammates to catch a glimpse.
soap is absolutely ecstatic the moment he sees them.
gaz stares for a moment then grins.
price says nothing but he is surprised nonetheless.
“i cannot believe that the simon “ghost” riley, one of the most feared people on the battlefield, has dimples. and i made ‘em appear.” soap nudges ghost’s shoulder with a gentle bump of his fist. the pride drenching soap’s words nearly make ghost smile again.
ghost glares at soap but there’s no real maliciousness or annoyance behind it, in fact soap could swear it’s a playful look.
“and i can’t believe you’ve still got god awful jokes.” ghost lands a flick on soap’s forehead.
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man i cant stop the call of duty brain rot and idk if i ever will
