anyway, FUCK being shadowbanned here’s soap’s new blog

OH ive been shadowbanned what the fuck

now why won’t tumblr let me reply to my own damn post hello

now why won’t tumblr let me reply to my own damn post hello

all i'm saying is if soap ever asked me for anything while looking at me with those big pretty blue eyes i would give it to him and more i would burn the world to the ground for him idc

Life is a commercial for death And you're hypnotized by the advertisement

⸻ ❝ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝚄𝙿, 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 ?

[ #spb71 ] : a dive into what it means to be LOYAL, LETHAL & enamored with DANGER; a demonstration of what happens when the rules get in the way & must be rewritten; & above all else, the CONFIDENCE of a man that's found where he BELONGS.

selective & low-activity roleplay blog for JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH of activision's CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE reboot series. loved & commanded by LEX (they/them). minors & personals, please dni.

"I GOT A GRENADE LAUNCHER ! :D" soap why are u the cutest man alive what the FUCK

oh yeah. soap's doc is almost done so. its properly linked on all his stuff now hehe.

keir has me thinking about it again so i’m putting this here for reasons (reasons being me rambling in the tags)

𝙿𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙼. He   is   a   ᴴᴬᵁᴺᵀᴱᴰ   house   …   with   the   mysterious   solitude   of   ambiguous   states.   He   hovers   in   𝗡𝗢  -  𝗠𝗔𝗡'𝗦   𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗,   between   life   ⅋   ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ   …   sleeping   and   waking.   𝗛𝗘   𝗜𝗦   𝗔   𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 ... SIMON “GHOST” RILEY OF ACTIVISION'S 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗬 UNIVERSE. WRITTEN BY SAKIN.

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡: 𝟷𝟺𝟷 & 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈

𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙿 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝚃 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 with his biological family. He and his father fought ( often physically ) like cats and dogs, never seeing eye-to-eye, always butting heads, never getting along. Soap never did anything right in his eyes, and on the rare occasion that he did, it never met his expectations. His mother only craved peace and quiet, coveted the silence of a harmonious home, and sought to do what she could to have it ⸻ usually at the expense of prioritizing her children, leaving them at the mercy of their unappeasable father. His sisters behaved while under the microscope, rebelling while out of sight and reach of reproach, and resented him for making their home lives harder than they needed to be with his stubbornness. Needless to say, his relationship with his biological family is poor, and he rarely, if ever, contacts them or keeps in touch ( he is completely no-contact with his father ).

His first taste of community and camaraderie was found within his school football team ⸻ but his first true family was found with Task Force 141. No words can adequately describe the depth of his affection and devotion to his squadmates, and no other group will ever compete or compare. Soap has found his place, his purpose, and his home with his men; they are his, and he is theirs, through thick and thin, for better or for worse; loyal to them above all else, their word, thoughts, and feelings take priority over all others, reasoning and policy be damned. Price or Ghost tell him to jump? Soap says how high. To bark? He says how loud. To kill? With fuckin' pleasure.

It's dangerous, he knows, his devotion to 141, but he doesn't care, and he won't change it, nor will he hide it. Those men are his family. They bleed together, spill blood together, nearly die together, come out victorious together. Soap has never felt more secure and connected with any other people in his life, and he never will.

Source: magpul

                         you, of all people deserved a happy ending                          despite everything that happened to you                                           you weren’t bitter                                           you weren’t cold

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝚄𝚈....𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙹𝙰𝚆 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷,  his gaze harden, irritation flaring to life anew. If it were up to him, he'd turn heel and leave right now, this man and his half-baked mission be damned ⸻ but it isn't up to him, and he'd already agreed to...behave,  unfortunately. However, what 'behaving' entails is entirely up to him.

He scoffs, shaking his head. Un-fuckin'-believable.  ❝ So what I'm hearin' is, your men are shite at their job, so you called us in to do what they can't, yeah? ❞  Pausing then, letting those words meander in his mind a while longer, letting them stroke his ego  ( as if it needs it )  before nodding. ❝ These 'resources' of yours ⸻  lemme see'em. Then I'll let you know if we've got a deal. ❞ 

Attentive gaze sharply lifts with a precise tilt of chin, authoritative demeanor unflinching as it meets the gaze of the man hired for the jobᅳSoap. Such a unique moniker, codename, or what have youᅳand yet how fitting... Fingers interlacing as it nestle their way unto the breadth of well-polished desk, surface reflecting both the ambient light and the known glint into those deep oceanic pools. 

❛  Your concerns, while duly noted⸻impeccably highlights exactly why you were handpicked for this operation. Our extensive resources are at your disposal should you need them. Or not⸻ ❜ 

❛ I'll be leaving it entirely up to your expertise. ❜ 

[ ❝ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙. ❞ ] ⸻ @felinoir

𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝚃 𝙸𝚃;  as someone often inclined to misbehave and indulge in mischief himself, he can't even necessarily say he blames her ⸻ more that he hopes it hadn't happened to  him,  really. He rolls his weight to the opposite foot, cocking a hip and regarding her with a single furrowed brow.

❝ Nothin' to find in there, really. Don't carry cash on me these days. ❞  Not a  complete  lie, but he knows for a fact there's no cash in his wallet at the moment; he spent all he carried on lunch a few hours prior. He holds out his hand now, palm up, curling his fingers impatiently. ❝ Now, if you'd be so kind, miss lady, I'd like that back. ❞

all i’m saying is. if you show soap your buttons and expect him NOT to push them that’s on you