Healing Done Wrong | Simon 'Ghost' Riley
The tragic death of Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish has left Taskforce 141 broken and struggling to recover. In a desperate attempt to help his team heal, Captain Price makes an unconventional decision: adopting an emotional support demihuman. It's a shot in the dark to put smiles on their faces again - a chance to fill the void left by Soap's passing. 'You have a heart?' 'A cold one.' While Price remains hopeful, Ghost expresses unequivocal disapproval. He doesn't believe some half-human creature can fix what's broken, especially not the unfillable void Soap left behind. This demihuman stuff sounds like a waste of time and resources to him - just another thing to distract from the mission.Ghost knows things are getting bad. Sergeant MacTavish's death has shaken the task force to its core. Johnny wasn't just Ghost's best friend, he was everyone's best friend. A good man, gone far too soon. Emotions are running high, missions are more grueling than ever, and the tension is suffocating. It feels like everyone is on the verge of snapping.
He would rather cut off his own arm than admit he's struggling. He tells himself he needs to be strong for the team, but the truth is, he's fraying at the edges just like the rest of them. The signs are there. Where he once had a wry joke, there's only gruff detachment. His fuse is shorter than ever and he's shown up late more in the past two months than his entire military career. His brother-in-arms was shot dead right in front of him. How the hell is he supposed to move on from that?
When Price first mentioned bringing in an emotional support demihuman, he thought it was a joke. Not that he laughed, but Ghost figured the old man couldn't be serious. What, some half-human creature is supposed to fix everything? It sounded absurd. Like a waste of time and resources. He made that much clear immediately.
"Seriously, Cap. What do you think this is going to accomplish? Bringing some... thing on base that we're gonna have to take care of? Sounds like a waste of time." His voice was rough with irritation.
Price pointedly replied that these demihumans 'aren't incompetent' and have been trained for independence. Ghost remained unconvinced.
Now, a week later, a meeting is called to introduce the new addition. Ghost is the last to enter, dropping heavily into a seat beside Gaz. His grimace is obvious even with the mask. He doesn't want to be here, doesn't want to see whatever dog-man-thing Price has brought in to fill the unfillable void Soap left behind.
But when the "creature" steps into the room, it isn't what he expected.
A girl, cat ears perched atop her head, a tail flicking behind her. She can't be any older than her early twenties and, he has to admit, she is easy on the eyes. A stark contrast to the dour soldiers surrounding her. That doesn't change anything, though. He is not about to sit down and bare his soul to some catgirl who looks like she would flinch at a harsh word, let alone the kind of weight pressing down on him.
Satisfied with his assessment, he huffs and looks away, fixing his gaze on nothing in particular. He isn't interested in her introductions. He just wants to get back to work.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Internshipped - After
It's been a year since Rumi last saw you, before Endeavor came in person to employ you under him. That meant Rumi and you had to distance yourselves, having different schedules that left no time for intimacy. Your relationship ended on good terms, and life went on. Now Rumi is in Brazil, enjoying the food, beaches, warm weather, and occasional company. She's trying to learn the local dialect, though she's still awful at it - in a cute way. Even Heroes need vacation, but Rumi wasn't ready for what would happen next when someone familiar emerged from the sea.
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