Seeing Lieutenant John Price With No Beard And No Smoker’s Rasp Makes Me Ovulate And I’m Tired Of

one of my things about Price is how he treats the women he interacts with. like when he talks to Farrah and Laswell he is giving them his full attention and respect and for that I’ll suck his whole dick

I hate Price. He's hard to draw. Stupid hat…. >:0(

I’m a magician in the sheets 😏 *pulls a rabbit out of my pussy*

Simon gets a message from reader while he’s on base. It’s a video. The thumbnail looks like a blurred image of a store isle

Once he has a moment to himself, he’s able to sit back and finally check out what you had sent.

The camera pans down to show yours and simon’s two year old daughter. She has half a mini chocolate muffin clutched in her little baby fist and chocolate smudges on her nose and bright pink cheeks. She’s standing, staring at something out of frame.

The camera is a bit shaky and Simon can hear you trying desperately to hide your laughter.

“Baby,” you say, “baby, look at me.” You bend down to bring the camera closer to your daughter, who only turns to look at you for a second before going back to staring at the same spot out of frame.

“Who is that?”

Your daughter raised one of her chocolate covered hands to point towards whatever it was that had been captivating her the entire video. “Daddy.”

Simon here’s more of your pained stifled laughter and the camera follows your daughter’s gaze, revealing a cheaply made Halloween grim reaper statue, with dusty purple robes, a plastic scythe, and a hilariously misshapen skull face.

He reads the accompanying texts that had followed the video.

[She just started saying “daddy daddy” over and over and it took me forever to figure out what she was talking about]

[for a second I thought, “oh is he here?”]

[Im so dense lol]

[she really misses you ]

[I miss you too]

The next text was a picture of your daughter fast asleep in her car seat. Now cleaned of chocolate, she had replaced her muffin with a giant plastic rat that she hugged to her chest like a teddy bear.

[she refused to leave without it]

Simon smiles. It had been a long time since he had a family. People who loved waiting for him to come home.

Your texts had been sent hours ago, and he felt bad about not responding all day.

[that’s unfair. My mask is made of much better materials]

[I miss you both too. If everything goes right I should be home by Monday]

[and don’t call yourself dense]

Simon thinks for a moment, something eating at him about that video

[I wish she didn’t know about the mask. I don’t want her to see me that way]

You respond quickly, making Simon feel worse about his delayed reply

[Dont worry about that honey. She’s only two, and I think she only saw you wear in mask once once or twice. She’ll forget in a month.]

[She doesn’t see you as anything other than her daddy]

[her daddy and her jungle gym]

[lol yes that too]

[Im sorry I don’t have a lot of time. I’ll try and call you tomorrow]

[ok Im heading to bed now anyway]

[goodnight I love you ❤️]

[goodnight I love you too ❤️]

It's Alright To Kiss The Homies Goodnight After A Good Show~

HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD

he looks even sillier I love him (@slepy544890)

Soap is the type of boyfriend to wear the most silliest shirts you buy him for christmas

Soap is walking in the grocery store when out pops a small boy who takes one look at the Scot and is screaming. Loud high pitched kid scream. Johnny is panicking. Who? What? Why? And then the kid starts running circles around him. Spouting little kid gibberish and the soldier is frozen in place hands slightly out as if expecting an actual attack. Some kind of small child conjuring magic maybe bc the kid hasn’t stopped running around him. And then amidst his panic you peak your head around the corner to see what has your son all excited. And you laugh. Johnny is terrified and this pretty lady is laughing at him. “Hey bub relax” soft voice calling to the kid who immediately stills. “But. And. He” your son is out of breath from running “hair. Big. Hair hair hair” Johnny is still frozen in place trying to decipher what language the kid is speaking and you pull the cart around the corner and towards them. Reaching out your hand, your son runs to hold it still stammering out something that Johnny is sure are words but he’s not sure what. And the look on the grown man’s face could make you laugh he’s so confused. “Take a breath and tell him what you want to say.” And then a comically large breath comes from your son. “I like your hair mister.” And now Johnny is blushing when you take off your son’s hat to show him the flattened Mohawk that he has. “Ahhhhh.” Johnny had no clue the screams from your son were good ones. “Lil lad s’got good taste I see eh?” And now your son is giggling at his accent. And he’s trying to spike his own hair up with his hands. You lean a little closer to the stranger to explain some kids at school made fun of it. Say no more. Now he’s bending down to be eye level with the small kid and giving him the fuck them speech (he only swore once before correcting himself). And he adds “bet you could even convince your dad to rock one with ya”. And the quick causal “don’t have a dad” comes out from your son and ohhh man Johnny is in heaven bc you do now kid let me talk to your mom real quick.