meowmeowriley
I'm on my COD shiz
I'm Kasey. I'm also meowmeowriley on AO3. I'm also an Elder Emo Piece of Shit, at your service. I can't stop thinking about those tragic little COD men. They consume my every waking thought. I shall vomit those thoughts out here.
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I still love you. Buttface.
kasey is judging you naming ghoap sons baby joseph
tell K to SUCK MY PHAT COCK
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Won't choke cause I'm a professional 😉
AND I JUST THINK IT WAS WEIRD TO NAME HIS CHILD AFTER HIS DEAD NEPHEW, IT WOULDA MADE MORE SENSE TO NAME HIM AFTER TOMMY
kasey is judging you naming ghoap sons baby joseph
tell K to SUCK MY PHAT COCK
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I had an idea what if we had the people vote in an event. We have them decide which of us are what characters. Or who of us are the biggest simps for who. Even personality-wise who acts like who. (Possibly even a family relationship between the lot of us moots)
I love this, yes please!
Ear is Makarov. Pure evil.
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kasey is judging you naming ghoap sons baby joseph
tell K to SUCK MY PHAT COCK
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A silly little gelatinous blob of seal!soap for @solivagantingrebel ‘s perfect fic carry me in your teeth (with tender jaws of sympathy) <3
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Please stop I beg of you 😭
Headcanon that Ghost breaks out the skeleton shaped pasta when trying to make a fancy meal for Soap. And Soap, being insanely in love with this fucking emo weirdo, desperately tries to keep a straight face after seeing them.
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🎶 can you imaaaaagine?🎶
This whole time I though that you didn't have the 'mutuals' thing beside your name cause you didn't follow me and therefore didn't love me. 😑 and I just fucking now realized that no, it's me. I didn't follow you. I'm so dumb 😭
lol no worries I dunno who follows me or I follow anymore
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You know what, Soap probably thought the same thing though. Y'all are chaotic Soap coded, congrats.
Headcanon that Ghost breaks out the skeleton shaped pasta when trying to make a fancy meal for Soap. And Soap, being insanely in love with this fucking emo weirdo, desperately tries to keep a straight face after seeing them.
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I don't wanna hear it, you also called the skull a mushroom 💀🍄
Headcanon that Ghost breaks out the skeleton shaped pasta when trying to make a fancy meal for Soap. And Soap, being insanely in love with this fucking emo weirdo, desperately tries to keep a straight face after seeing them.
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Okay hugs help... slightly less distraught
Sobbing because you changed your PFP and I didn't know who you were for a second
NOOOOOOO BABY I'M SORRYYYY
Take silly cat-like Miguel as my payment
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Sobbing because you changed your PFP and I didn't know who you were for a second
NOOOOOOO BABY I'M SORRYYYY
Take silly cat-like Miguel as my payment
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Headcanon that Ghost breaks out the skeleton shaped pasta when trying to make a fancy meal for Soap. And Soap, being insanely in love with this fucking emo weirdo, desperately tries to keep a straight face after seeing them.
#yes the picture is mine#yes im eating those noodles as i post this#obviously im an edgy emo fuck#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#call of duty#cod mw2#modern warfare#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod headcanons
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i always think about ghoap being unaware that they have feelings for each other not because they’re emotionally dense but because they have that classic weirdly homiesexual relationships that guys have.
because, listen, i know a ton of dudes. i’m friends with a ton of dudes. I have heard so many straight men refer to their long time friends or their best friends as their boyfriends. the things they say each other would traumatize god for life.
so, anyway, I think of Soap who’s this dude bro, right? He’s comfortable in his sexuality, but he’s also just… a guy. Rarely does he ever realize another person is flirting with him because he’s just a social butterfly who wouldn’t know flirting if it was a concrete brick. He’s just a dude and rarely does he ever think ‘Romance!’ he’s just like ‘friendship!’ (and often forgets that’s an option, that it’s something he can have…)
and ghost just has crude dark, sexual, teenage boy and dad joke humor. So, of course, within two years of him and soap being friends he starts up with the sex jokes, and the sexual harassment that comes with their specific brand of friendship. And it isn’t that much longer before you hear either of them be like “Why are you talking to my boyfriend?” or “yeah hes chill he’s my bf” or “omg i miss my boyfriend” because it’s a joke, and it’s funny, and it’s not like they haven’t made the same jokes with other people in the task force.
when they do eventually realize they have feelings for each other, though, the boyfriend label is specifically shelved for them two and nobody else.
and, unfortunately, nobody believes them when they say they’re actually in a relationship. They’ve done too much gay shit in public as a joke to make people believe them now. It’s all ‘ha-ha’ with the other dudes. Even when they hold hands. Even when they share food. Even when they openly talk about their relationship in front of people.
nobody thinks they’re actually dating until they catch them being incredibly soft with each other.
anyway, this is because my best friends call each other boyfriend (both of them has a girlfriend, they’re very straight) because… dudes like to be gay to each other for some inexplicable reason
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Changes: A Poll-Fic
"Remember, you're not supposed to be here, so don't do anything stupid." Love you too, Price. The Captain had caved. He'd been begging to be part of this mission since they'd gotten the lead.
Soap reached up, rubbing his gloved fingers across the teeth of his mask. The mask he'd stolen from Ghost's room. Gaz had found him clutching it, dried mixture of tears and bile coating his cheeks, and forehead pressed to the porcelain throne. He'd been banned from drinking for the foreseeable future. That was the only stupid thing he'd done. Ghost wore a mask, Ghost only spoke when he had to, Ghost was hard on the rookies, and nobody questioned his mental state. But they did, didn't they? Well Soap didn't. And nobody needed to question Soap, he was fine.
"I wanna be like you when I grow up."
"You wanna be better than me, Johnny."
Well to be better than him, first he had to be more like him. So he'd donned Ghost's mask, to better embody the man's stoicism and presence. Definitely not as a way to hide his chapped cheeks and the bags under his eyes. He'd painted it red, wore a jaw print bandana. Different. Better. Yeah.
Price had finally caved to Soap's insistence he be part of this OP, but issued his warnings. "I know you don't need to be told, but I'm saying it anyway." He'd warned. "They've had him for eight months. Torture changes people, he may not be the same."
Of course he wasn't going to be the fucking same. He didn't need to be the same, he just needed to be alive.
Ghost never really spoke about his past, only left little hints here and there, but Soap wasn't dumb. He'd been through it before. Ghost could handle the torture, and Soap could handle the aftermath.
"I'm fine." He finally answered. "It'll be by the books, Captain." As if anything they did was ever 'by the books.' Price accepted his answer, though he didn't look convinced. It was just the three of them, with Laswell listening in. Gaz was in charge of collecting data on the bio weapon that was rumored to be here, Soap was in charge of the search and rescue mission, and Price was overwatch as the two Sergeants made their way in.
The trio hopped out of the truck, and Price slapped the side, sending it away. Soap and Gaz nodded to one another before splitting up to approach the building from different angles. Price silently made his way to higher ground.
The trek was agonizing, moreso because Soap found himself feeling more impatient than usual. Every time he had to lay low and wait for a patrol to pass he could hear the sand slowly falling, trickling away in the hourglass that was the rest of Ghost's life.
"You sure know how to keep things interesting, Johnny." Ghost had smiled at him, rare that he didn't have his mask, but then again, who other than Soap would challenge the Ghost to strip poker? And who other than Soap would cheat be really really good at strip poker? So good as to force Ghost to choose between his pants and his mask, the last two articles of clothing he had on. Soap himself had only one sock, and his jumper on, choosing to doff his pants so he could keep access to the cards in his sleeves. The unpleasant cold of the metal chair against his junk was worth it, just to see the surprising decision on Ghost's part to lose the mask and not the underwear.
"Aye, like to shake things up, Sir." He'd said with a wink as he laid yet another winning hand down, only slightly supplemented by his sleeve stash.
He was certainly always one to shake things up. Here he was, itching to shake that damn hourglass up. He'd shake it, flip it upside down, bash it over someone's head and stuff the sand down their fucking throat, if it meant he'd get more time with the enigmatic phantom that had haunted his mind since that shitshow in Mexico.
Price gave the signal, they crawled forward once more.
"This is takin' longer than a constipated snail takin' a shit." He grit out into comms once the coast was clear.
"Soap, while it's nice to hear your voice again, one more quip outta you and I'm pulling you. Watch it." Laswell had gotten the cold shoulder, she'd fed Ghost bad intel. He blamed her, he didn't, couldn't blame her. She was just as worried. Probably.
He just needed to get Ghost back. Repay his debt. Ghost had saved him back then, after all. That's what this was. An eye for an eye, but in a positive way. They were good for eachother. Fixed eachothers problems. Complimented one another, personality wise. That's all.
He crept into the building, silent and unnoticed.
They didn't have much on the layout, just the outer perimeter, so they were going in blind. That didn't bother Soap, he was thriving for the first time in months. He finally had something to do other than run the rookies into the ground.
He dodged patrols, picked off the ones he could get away with had to, using the knife he'd kicked so long ago after Ghost had left it behind.
He found some unlit stairs leading into a basement they hadn't known existed. If I were keeping an incredibly dangerous prisoner, now where would I keep him? Three sets of teeth, plastic, cloth and bone, were bared towards the darkness. He couldn't help it, he felt giddy. He tried to quell his excitement, didn't need to make any mistakes now.
He made his way, thankful for his NVG's as there were no lights, even after descending the stairs. The hallway he entered had doors along one side, nothing much in the rooms, but he cleared each one as he passed. No fuck ups.
Near the end, he found a door with seven locks. Suspicious. Good. Suspicious was good, here. The other doors had been wood, dry rotted and deteriorating, this one was metal.
His eyes itched. He flipped up his NVG's.
Curiously, whenever he blinked, Soap could've sworn he could see symbols on the door, but they'd disappear the longer he looked. He'd blink, a sickening yellow circle with lines and symbols within would appear just as he opened his eyes, but faded so quickly, he couldn't convince himself it had ever even been there. The harder he stared the more the door looked perfectly normal, if you ignored all the locks.
Many many thanks to @stuffireadandenjoy for brainstorming with me on how to make this poll fic work, and to @resident-idiot-simp for being my beta, as always ❤❤❤
#poll fic#choose your own adventure#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#tumblr polls#call of duty#modern warfare#fanfic#fanfic wips#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ao3#cod mw2#cyoa fic#cyoa poll
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I crave soft Ghoap...
Give me Ghost constantly avoiding sexual intimacy with Soap because he's still working through that trauma from Roba.
Give me Ghost breaking down, feeling like he's a horrible boyfriend because he can't even be intimate with his boyfriend.
Give me Soap finding him in the midst of the breakdown and helping him through it.
Give me Ghost Simon opening up to Soap Johnny
Give me Johnny telling him that he'll wait until Simon is ready.
Give me their first time.
Give me Johnny comforting Simon and reassuring him the whole time.
Give me soft and tender Ghoap sex.
Give me Johnny helping Simon work through his trauma the best he can.
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Imagine Lieutenant Ghost had to work together with Captain MacTavish… oh no…. I don’t think they would like each other (but they would kiss aggressively after arguing)
On the other hand '22Soap and '09Ghost would be besties heheheh
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