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“Ye hurt yerself Simon, that’s okay, Ahm here now, Ah can help” Those blue eyes looked at him so earnestly, so eager to help and soft and comforting although Simon could see how worried the Scot still was, how tight he held his shoulders, how he still slightly struggled against his hold. His eyes shortly closed and he took once again a deep breath to ground himself.
“Johnny… You are the dumbest fockin wankstain that has ever walked this earth, aren’t you?” He said it so softly, with so much love and care that Soap's first instinct was to just nod along, to just agree without thinking about the words any further, so he almost did. Words said so softly couldn’t mean anything bad, right? But they still didn’t feel right.
“What?”
“Johnny, I’m trans. I told you this morning after medical, not directly and not with the word trans, but I did. I am bleeding, yes, but not because I hurt myself. Do you know what I want to say or do I have to spell it out for you?”
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The one where Simon "Ghost" Riley gets period cramps so bad he faints during work and John "Soap" MacTavish does his best to help although he gets confused along the way.
Series
- Part 3 of The holy trinity of hurt/comfort Ghoap