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lemonwrap · 8 days
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black panther shifter riley who, after clawing himself out of his grave and massacring an entire facility's worth of cartel members, goes feral and remains in his shifted form for months, maybe even years, haunting the jungle that surrounds the place he'd been kept and tortured in. for a while he's operating on nothing but base, animalistic instinct, with only a sliver of humanity that keeps him from forgetting who he really is—though that hardly keeps him from killing anything and everyone that dares cross him. he can't have another roba happen.
then somehow, eventually, riley is identified—possibly. and an incomplete 141 is tasked with his capture when it’s discovered riley had killed allies unassociated with the cartel, unable to tell friend from foe. it’s difficult—riley isn’t one to go down without a fight—but they manage. he’s taken into custody, albeit with an insistent refusal to shift back into a form anyone could communicate with.
it’s captain mactavish that eventually coaxes riley back into a form that’d nearly been forgotten. jaded by his own years, he’d understood something that no one else had—there’s a difference between an animal’s unrestrained wildness, and a man who has always been wild in his own way, but who’d just been hurt.
riley is just a man who’d undergone and survived terrible things that many others could not. could never.
a surprise to even himself, mactavish gets attached quickly. there’s something undeniably fascinating about riley.
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lemonwrap · 12 days
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you know the art you made of Soap "accidentally" giving Ghost a kiss before going on a mission? (before they started dating) what do you think happened when Soap came back from the mission? :3c
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They start dating of course! <3
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lemonwrap · 15 days
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lemonwrap · 18 days
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Ghost with synesthesia, who associates certain colors, patterns, and shapes with voices and songs he knows well. His absolute favorite is the vivid, rich orange and red splotches that he pictures when he hears Soap talk.
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lemonwrap · 19 days
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Eclipses are so stupid. Like you’re telling me that the moon is going to cover the sun and it’ll look super cool but I’m not supposed to look at it?? Fuck off
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lemonwrap · 21 days
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Me the very first time I heard "So you do like me" "I like you alive":
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lemonwrap · 22 days
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i need more people to write soap as a math and science genius
like he is a human calculator. gaz shows it off as a party trick even though soap is the one actually doing something. like
“oy, look what my mate can do- soap, c’mere!”
and soap, who has done this a thousand times before, walks over.
“ok, ok- someone ask him a math problem. like- literally anything.”
someone gaz is talking to goes “uhh… seven radical three times the square root of nine,” and soap blinks a few times, stares at the ceiling for a moment, his fingers flick around a little, and about ten seconds later he says “forty-five thousand three hundred and sixty.”
and someone pulls out a calculator and goes, “holy shit, he’s right!”
and soap is just like “are you done now?” so that he can finally go back to shamelessly hitting on his lieutenant.
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lemonwrap · 24 days
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Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of content where Ghost explicitly struggles with intrusive thoughts. Like genuinely distressing ones, the kind that convince him he’s a terrible, terrible person.
Thoughts about his childhood or his past with Roba—his mind telling him that he secretly liked all of the bad things that happened to him, and that he deserved what happened because of that. Thoughts that disturb him and go against his staunch morals, that plague and bother him at the worst of times. Thoughts about killing Price when the man turns his back to him. Thoughts about shooting Gaz instead of the enemy. Thoughts about forcing himself onto Soap. Thoughts about anyone he loves hurting or betraying him, or worse, Ghost hurting or betraying them.
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lemonwrap · 24 days
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Mumma's boy
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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Retired domestic Ghoap where their first argument outside of work is over the layout of their garden, which way the toilet paper goes, or who should take out the trash this week because they both forgot whose turn it is
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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helpful tips from johnny 🧼✨
(from this meme)
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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soap having to take a moment to just be utterly exasperated with ghost after he finally convinced the lieutenant to take off the skull-themed gloves only for the man to have the skeleton tattooed on his hands as well
(soap likes ghost, he really does—but god is the man such a dork sometimes)
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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today, another low quality meme. tomorrow, who knows
(from that one scrubs clip)
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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Imagine: Omegaverse AU where Ghost had his scent gland cut out by Roba.
Ghost barely survived it, and now he doesn’t have a scent of his own. He’s never tried, but it’s a logical assumption that he won’t be able to sustain a mating bond, either. He can usually pass his lack of scent off as just using the scent suppressants military members almost always use on missions, but it’s harder during downtime when there’s not such a need for them.
Ghost is close to Soap, flirting and bantering with him constantly, *likes* him, but he never outright tells him. He likes Soap’s scent, too, an odd but alluring combination of citrus and a hint of gunpowder—one would think the two scents together would be disgusting, but when it’s Soap, it’s not.
Ghost keeps the mask on to hide, and doesn’t lift it even to eat when others are around. It’s kind of a pain sometimes, really, and he’s considered being done with all the bullshit and just taking it off, but then Soap would know. He wants the bond and affection between them to last. It’s fucked up to lie to him, but Soap won’t want him when he finds out Ghost can’t actually bond with him, and Soap is the closest he’s been to someone in years.
Soap, while slightly skeptical of Ghost’s unwillingness to take off the mask, doesn’t entirely connect the dots and just thinks Ghost’s scent suppressants work amazingly.
Until the day Ghost sustains a head injury on a mission, that is. He’s losing blood fast and Soap can’t see a thing with the mask on, and he just barely convinces Ghost to take it off so he can staunch the blood flow better. Soap gets him patched up enough that he won’t bleed out on the way to exfil, but with the danger now past, he notices the deep, unmistakable scar of a botched scent gland removal on Ghost’s neck.
After Ghost is treated in medical, he makes an effort to avoid Soap, simply not wanting to bother with his pity or disgust.
He knows Soap liked him back at one point, but if they had ever gotten that far, they’d never be able to actually bond. Soap deserves a real mate.
Soap catches on by the end of the first day that Ghost is avoiding him, but Ghost is elusive if he wants to be, and Soap doesn’t catch him in the man’s favorite smoking spot on the roof until a week later.
Ghost hears him coming, but doesn’t pull his mask back down. Soap’s seen the scar anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.
“Long time no see, Lt,” Soap says.
Ghost doesn’t reply and takes a drag from his cigarette. He shouldn’t have let himself get so close to Soap, because he knew it’d go to shit once he found out about the scar. People usually date to bond. Ghost can’t do that.
Soap stands next to Ghost.
“Care to share?” Soap asks. Ghost hums and gives the cigarette to Soap, and they silently pass it back and forth until it’s a stub.
“Gonna tell me why you were avoiding me?” Soap asks, blowing out the last puff of smoke. “Kinda rude to vanish on someone like that.”
“Figured you’d know that one,” Ghost replies.
“If it’s about—“
Ghost cuts him off. “It is.”
“So you’ve been flirting with me and didn’t think to mention it? I’ve been wanting to fuck you for the past six fuckin’ months,” Soap says, sounding irritated. “Kiss would’ve been nice, too.”
“I didn’t because I knew you’d act like this,” Ghost says, pointedly ignoring the fact that Soap just admitted that he likes Ghost—or that he did at one point, anyway.
“So you like me?”
“Yes,” Ghost says, “but I think you can find someone that’ll be able to keep a bond.”
“It doesn’t make a difference,” Soap says resolutely. “I want you anyway.”
Ghost doesn’t scoff, but he sort of wants to. Of course it makes a difference.
“Just drop it, Soap,” Ghost says.
Soap does, for about ten seconds. Then he grabs Ghost by the collar and kisses him hard, smashing their lips together and biting at Ghost’s lips. Ghost kisses back just as hard, savoring how their bodies feel pressed together, hands gripping at each other’s clothes and skin.
This won’t last, but Ghost will take what he can get.
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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this image haunts me
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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09 AU - Android reveal after a mission gone wrong <3 Soap is the result of a secret project to create the perfect soldier and he has to hide the fact that he’s deviant or he’ll be destroyed (he’s supposed to take orders without question). He only heard of Ghost in passing; rumors that peaked his interest. The 141 is the first real team he got to pick himself, and despite Ghost being human he starts forming a deep connection with him before the reveal.
Also, because I headcanon Ghost as autistic I don’t like making him a machine. He's just a weird lil guy, no android brain required. But him being so good with tech definitely has some future hurt/comfort and wire play possibilities..
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lemonwrap · 1 month
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no but I've been thinking about Soap with temporary Prosopagnosia (face blindness) after his injury
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Price had put Soap on medical leave after he got out of the hospital, his only responsibility being rest and recovery. Of course Ghost took time off to be with him as well. He didn't even need to ask either, Price just did the paperwork for the both of them at the same time.
Some days were better than others. Sometimes Soap had trouble remembering words or doing delicate tasks with his fingers. Ghost always waited patiently for him to work it out, only helping when Soap asked him too.
For the past hour, Soap had been lying in their bed, his lighthearted laughs filing their flat as he watched something on his phone. Ghost was sitting in the other room and reading a file Price had sent over, informing him on their continued investigation to find Makarov.
Ghost heard a particularly loud laugh before the box spring squeaked lightly, the sounds of Soap shuffling off the bed following soon after. He heard footsteps begin to approach him and he glanced over.
"Ghost!" Soap said cheerfully as he looked down at his phone. "You have to see this funny cat vid-"
Soap abruptly stopped speaking as he looked up, the words getting caught in his throat. The wide smile that always spread across his face with enough brightness to light up Ghost's entire world suddenly fell, swiping down in one smooth motion. His eyes widened slightly, almost as if in shock, and his mouth dropped open a sliver. His eyes locked onto Ghost's face, but there was no warmth to be found.
It was fear.
"Who are you?" Soap choked out, taking an apprehensive step backwards.
Ghost was immediately on his feet, the look on Soap's face shattering his heart. He raised his hands out in front of himself and curled his shoulders in, trying to make himself look less intimating.
"Johnny... it's me..." Ghost said slowly, the words coming out calmly despite the rising worry in his chest. "It's Simon."
Soap tilted his head as a deep furrow scrunched up his brow. His eyes jumped back and forth across Ghost's face, refusing to focus on one thing.
"What..." he let slip from his lips, breathless and confused. "I... I don't..." He squinted slightly. "...Simon?"
"Yeah, it's me," he said quietly, taking a careful step forward. Thankfully, Soap stayed where he was and he let Ghost approach him, although he still looked unsure, small.
Ghost gently took Soap's hand and placed it up against his face. At the same time, he wrapped his arm around Soap's waist and pulled them closer together. Once their bodies were pressed up against one another, Soap let out a shuddering sigh and he dug his face into Ghost's neck.
"I..." Soap started hesitantly, holding Ghost back tightly. "I don't recognize you..."
His usual confidence was gone, the words coming out weakly, almost broken in shame.
"But you recognize my voice?" he asked.
Soap nodded in silence.
"Okay..." Ghost said quietly, letting his fingers trace up and down Soap's spine. "Just close your eyes then. Listen to me speak."
Soap closed his eyes.
"I got you," Ghost murmured soothingly. He wanted nothing more than for his imperfect words to reach Soap and rid him of his fears. He wanted Soap to feel safe. "It's me. Just listen to my voice, love. Everything's going to be okay. I won't let go. I love you, Johnny."
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