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soap: deck the halls with gasoline!
gaz: falalalalalalalala!
soap: light a match and watch it gleam, falalalalalalalala!
gaz: now the base is burnt to ashes, falalalalalala!
soap: aren't you glad you played with matches?
gaz: falalalalalalalala!
price:
ghost:
ghost: it isn't even christmas?
#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mwii#modern warfare ii#cod#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john price#i saw something vaguely along these lines on tiktok#i thought it fit them#soap and gaz bestie supremacy 😍#ghostsoap#soapghost
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i know that everyone says this but the mw3 rm soap death was shit awful . looking back at it, logistically , it shouldn’t have happened .
so the first injury in this was soap being shot in the right shoulder (most likely in joint tendon region) . pretty painful , and if did hit in the area i believe it did , would hinder mobility in the upper right region of the body (neck, arm, some torso muscles .
HOWEVER !! soap has proven to be shot in similar or worse regions in other missions and has been able to carry through and complete objective alive .
what you are seeing is a move that should have killed makarov instantly . this is a stab performed to the external jugular vein (and due to soaps experience , possibly a carotid artery . i was taught this attack in weapons studies , my friends in the military were also taught that this region is one of the quickest ways to krill . (not giving murder advice just trying to prove a point please don’t ban me) not to mention this is immensely painful .
realistically , mans should have dropped then and there . not to mention there were sas soldiers who should have opened fire the second they saw him anyways ??
now THIS is the part that pisses me off the most. see makarov’s lock ? that actively engages the trapezius and scalene muscles , which would be DIRECTLY affected from the stab would . combined with the fact that soap is (estimated) 80-90 kgs , he would not have been able to perform that lock let alone hold it .
and with soap being part of the fucking MILITARY , he should have been able to get out of that by a) breaking the locked arm and using the other hand to either disarm / kill makarov (which he should have been able to handle , especially judging by the fucking alone mission) or b) hitting the back of makarovs knee to send them both to the ground, slip under him to not break his arm and hit em w the buck+trap+flip to get a vantage, and then continue the fight from there, which should be very short anyways considering that makarov’s bleeding out faster than a fucking SNAKE STRIKE .
and somehow with the majestic force of activision giving less than 2 fucks about all the characters and medical theory there , makarov manages to get a straight aim and shoot soap straight through the ear ??!! and then bolt past a fuck ton of bullets that should have BEEN FIRED ON HIM EARLIER and then hurl himself INTO A TRAIN .
if you wanted to kill of one of the leads in the modern warfare series , do it in a way that is well written and thought out and accurate .
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oh my god…..
i… i love him 🥺
and yes i drew that mf 💪
#art#traditional art#seal#weddell seal#his name is sargancimum#(pronounced sar-gan-see-mum)#jk its the same as mine its just sarge cause i said so 😏
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Ok i know there is a section of fandom for ghostroach
But if you give roach the little brother dynamic to him, and slap ghost's ass you get top tier nuisance roach comedy as he tries to wingman him into getting head from soap
Also Gaz and Roach fuck nasty
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reblog if you think soap and ghost meow at each other and completely understand the context of the meows and can have a conversation. it’s for science.
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post roba, before the 141
ghost sat. he just sat there. a shard of glass in hand, in his room that price had assigned him. he felt hollow. like someone had cut open his head and scooped out his brain. and his heart. was there. just there, serving no real purpose. it ached, beating dully.
the sound of the door opening startled ghost slightly into looking at whoever was entering. he swore he had locked the door - hadnt he learned his lesson by now? when he realized it was price, he slowly looked away and back at the glass in his hand.
price was silent for a moment before asking softly, "whats wrong?"
simon stayed quiet, then whispered hoarsely, "my hand hurts."
price snorted, gesturing to the piece of glass in his hand. "yeah, because you're holding a shard of glass."
"i know."
"so why dont you let it go?"
simons eyes strayed from the piece of glass to prices face, before turning to stare blankly in front of himself. "i dont know. ive had it for a long time."
price walked closer to ghost, yet still kept his distance. simon appreciated that. "why do you even have a shard of glass?" price mused.
simon hesitated. "...it used to something else before it broke," he paused, before adding quietly. "but now i dont know what to do, and im afraid of letting it go."
"the only way you'll feel better is if you let it go," price remarked softly. simon could feel the holes the man was staring into his head.
"i dont remember a time in my life where i didnt have it, and the pain of having it might be better than the pain of losing it," ghost responded, dipping his head to observe the glass. it had already cut into his hand, tiny drops of blood finding themselves leaving simons skin.
"if the shard of glass doesnt serve you and only causes you pain, its not worth holding onto, and the only way you can heal is if you let go." price said carefully, slowly coming to stand next to ghost.
"okay," ghost mumbled, dropping the shard. it clattered to the ground, the edges painted in red. the glass splintered at the sides.
"how do you feel?" price asked, raising a brow at the piece of glass on the floor before directing his attention back to ghost.
"weird," he grouched, then added, "and bad. and my hand is still bleeding."
price chuckled. "healing takes time. one day, you won't even remember you had a cut on your hand."
"what should i do with the glass?"
"leave it, its not your responsibility anymore."
simon paused, contemplating. "i know, but i feel bad about littering."
price smiled. "you're right, ill put it in the trash." he reached down to grab the glass, startling when simon interupted again.
"no, i'll do it." he said, as he picked the glass up again.
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i hope u understood the hidden meaning to that
i also got this from something i saw but i wrote it in a ghost/price father/son relationship thing
the link for the original video where i found it is here !! (ignore that its a yt short, i get bored and scroll sometimes ,,, )
raaaaahjshsjdfs im going to go play dmz now !!!
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#john price#father son relationship#hidden meanings#101#lmaooaoaoa#sarges blurbs
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soap needed some time - some time to rewind. after missions, depending on how they were, he'd feel... overwhelmed. mind reeling, going over everything that had happened. he needed his journal to write down what he felt, how he felt, what had happened, so that he wouldn't have to remember it after. it was nice.
and he'd draw too, if he was feeling the urge to sketch something down.
and it was fucking gorgeous right now. they were in al mazrah, some in and out mission to gather intel. it was just the four of them, just soap, ghost, price and gaz. he (personally) liked those missions the most.
laswell set up this safehouse for them, just for the night, because tomorrow morning, exfil would come and pick them up. they each had their own rooms, small with a twin sized bed that was probably too small for any of them - but that was fine, soap probably wasn't going to sleep in a while. he'd go back to his room when he felt like it.
his gazed swept over the desert, the sun slowly sinking over the belt of amber sand in the distance. everything was lit in an ethereal orange glow, his already tan skin practically glowing. (he wasn't saying that to make himself feel pretty, no sir.)
he had his journal in one hand, pen twirling idly in his fingers of the other as he watched the sunset. he had written down everything in his journal about the mission, and now, with this view - he wanted to draw.
but - he felt as though he couldn't capture it. the otherworldly beauty couldn't be caught on paper. he had two pens - one thick, one thin - but that didn't matter really. the colors, the colors are what he wanted to draw.
fuckin' hell, he'd die for some pencils or markers even watercolor, but he isn't bringing any of that to a mission. that's bordering childish. it's nice to be childlike every once in a while, no?
he leaned back onto the roof, shutting his eyes and letting out a small breath. it's nice. pretty, and the weather is perfect. he'd stay here for the rest of his life, if he could.
the almost silent padding of feet approaching him made him open one eye to glance scornfully at the intruder. he immediately softened, though, seeing ghost.
leaning forward, soap patted the spot next to him, uncrossing his legs and letting them swing off the edge of the building. ghost came to stand beside soap, slowly crouching down to sit next to him.
they just sit there. quiet, excluding the shuffles of ghost shifting his weight around and soap sketching on paper.
soap pulls away from his paper, turning to stare at ghost.
the man was bathed in a tawny light, white mask basking in beige-ish cream sunlight. he turned to look at soap, tilting his head slightly as if asking, what's on your mind?
"did you know, after death the human brain lives on for seven minutes?" soap asked, quietly. his gaze slid away from ghosts, settling on focusing again on his paper before adding with a shrug, "to replay it's best memories,"
he felt ghost press closer to soap slightly, then murmured back, "yeah? that's cool to think about."
"aye."
it's quiet for a few seconds before soap continues.
"you'd be my seven minutes."
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i saw something about this and i had to write it but ghoap
but yay, yippee, zoinks ,,,!!! the writings bad because i didnt care!!!
take some fucking ghoap you loser /j
#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mwii#modern warfare ii#cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#sarges blurbs
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@smollestduck-sketches
REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
Too much communication
True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemy’s sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Strangers to enemies
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground
Nursing home au
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chapter 2 is out !! already !!
thank you ducki for this amazing chap 😁😁
#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#cod mw3#modern warfare ii#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#soapghost#collab fic
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