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killerpancakeburger · 2 months

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SOAP 🧼 x Reader HCS PT. 2

Yes I have more. Can't stop won't stop. I need help

Your lockscreen is a thirst trap of him. It usually deters all attempts to sneak into your phone and it cheers you up on bad days. But mostly it was done in retaliation to his own lockscreen.

His is you barely awake, dishevelled, messy hair, dark rings under your eyes, puffy face, death glare, murderous expression. Looking like shit essentially. You both hate it and love it, cause on one hand you hate seeing yourself at your ugliest, but on the other, his insistence that he finds you ô so endearing like this is a heartwarming confession.

Your retaliation failed pathetically, since he does not have any shame about showing off his body, but you still kept it.

You once thought you could embarrass him by carrying him bridal style on the base, but this man is... unashamable. He took it all in stride, the back of his hand on his forehead, pretending to dramatically faint in your arms.

He sings in the shower. Is he good or bad at it... you decide.

Do NOT let him know that you like it when his voice gets raspy... ("Get on your FUCKING KNEES".mp3, "Ka-freakin-boom, baby".mp3) because he will NEVER let it down.

You gave him tremendous power and he will use it for no good. Changing his pitch on command in the worst situations (worst for you) to whisper sweet and filthy nothings in your ear or through the comms. (WATTYA MEAN ENGLISH DOESNT HAVE AN EQUIVALENT FOR "SUSURER"?? Yall missing out 😔)

"Ooh ya like mah voice, Bonnie? S'that right? Ah guess ah could indulge ya...for a price"

Purposely riles you up in public so you'll take it out on him afterwards. "Fuck you MacTavish!" He bites his lower lip, gives you doe eyes; he's so, so close to whimpering - "Wish you would."

Always has his fingers crossed that, when you get tired of his smart mouth, you'll tell him you can think of a better use for it than idle chatter. Wether you mean making out or talking between your legs, he's thrilled either way.

Human radiator. Loves winter because you will spontaneously seek his heat. Spends the summer pouting because you rebuff him.

How he comforts you: throws himself at your feet (if you're sitting), grabs your face or your hands, immediately asks what happened. Will listen religiously if you wanna talk about it. Always down to talk shit about the person who annoyed you. The kinda guy that can make you laugh through your tears, he doesn't care if he has to make a fool of himself for it to happen.

If you don't, he'll give you all the hugs you can ask for - these biceps were made for caging you against those pecs. Or if you're looking to take your mind off it, he'll come up on the spot with activities to do together.

Loves famous pop songs, like Britney Spears'. Not only will he sing along and dance, but he will manage to get YOU to sing along and dance with him. He doesn't take himself seriously at all. It's all about having a good time and letting loose. You end up laughing so much your stomach hurts.

"C'm'on bonnie, dance wi' me." "I don't know how to dance, Johnny. Forget about it." "Ah dinnae either! Let's look like idiots together." "I'm too self-conscious for that." "It's just me, hen. Ah won't judge ya." He laces his fingers with yours and lays kisses upon your knuckles, all the while staring at you with a mix of softness and encouragement.

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m-1-8 · 9 months

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Fight Dirty Part 2: What’s an accidental sniff between comrades? [previous] post adds proper context, without I can see how this may look Both men are in a public room, and fully dressed.

Context: To preform a proper triangle grapple, you must have their arm inside the cage of your legs. Soap didn’t when he attempted to preform a Triangle Choke , so Ghost tried to tuck his head away, but still got caught and this creates a mortifying moment for both. This happens all the time in wrestling. [previous] previous post adds proper context, which without I can see how this may look. But you can clearly see that both men are fully dressed. Wrestling is a respectable sport, and yes, if you squint, the sport can look a bit suspect.

Part 3

#how does one apologise to their Lt for this?#soap wonders frantically if he can just sink into the floor #soap just can’t catch a break and neither can I #so Mature is being toggled on #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #just to be safe think my subverted posts will be Mature from now on #🧼💀#💀🧼#M18 MW

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batfleshh · 8 months

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GhostSoap X m!reader hc's bc I said so?? 💀🧼

warnings: not proofread, nsfw, degradation, established poly!relationship, gay ppl being gay, dick in butt, bottom reader & character + top character (not sure how to do these sorry)

sfw

They both love how excited you get when you see them both; Soap always getting you riled up when he greets you and Ghost giving a casual, more calm greeting (mainly just a pat on the head and few exchange of words)

To put it simply, your relationship isn't that complicated (even if it is just you and soap bugging the hell out of Ghost 80% of the time)

They both love you very much!! You all have a sense of balance within each other, and that's what's best about the relationship <3

Never a bad moment! And if there is, one makes the other apologize to the other, even after the most brutal of fights (if it leads to that) You'll always have each other's backs, one way or another

nsfw

I like to believe Soap and Ghost are both switches, and you all like to switch roles from time to time

It doesn't matter who's in charge, you all get the right amount of pleasure and are satisfied by the end, even if it's a punishment

But here's a few scenarios that could possibly happen

Simon could want to punish you, or they both could want to share you! It always depended on what was agreed beforehand, and what was within all boundaries. But sometimes, the situations laid themselves out in front of you throughout the day.

Like when Simon decides on punishing you.

"P- Please!", you beg, the harsh thrust of Ghosts hips knocking the wind out of you with every movement. You had been sassing him and Soap all day, along with a few moments of teasing. You just couldn't help it! You had been so needy for them for days; but they were just "too busy" to fulfill your needs. You completely understood, having been a busy man yourself, but this time, it was just too much waiting!

Simon grunted as he continued to pound into you, his gruff groans and small pants were faint in your ears as your mind raced, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure and pain of his movements. He had your wrists pinned with one of his hands as you laid on your stomach, hips up in the air as he held you by your waist with the other in that position. You had already spilled previous climaxes onto the bed sheets, your overstimulated body trembling.

"Such a fuckin' slut, aren't you baby?”, he teased, the pace of his hips practically bruising your skin.

"Like when I treat ya like this? Hm?", he continued to question. You could only whine and nod your head against the bed, your words lost somewhere in your throat. Who knows how long this would continue, but Ghost would make sure to get his point across by the end of it.

Or when you and Johnny decide to take care of Simon

"You're alright, LT, just relax”, Soap coos playfully at Ghost, who was laying down on your shared bed, scarred face holding a blank expression with a hint of blush sprinkled on it. You were sat beside him, sitting at his side patiently while you waited for Johnny to continue his own actions. A few minutes later, Soap had entered Ghost with his cock, softly rocking his hips against the slightly bigger man, breathy moans leaving the both of them.

You slowly reached your hand down to Ghosts cock, taking it in your hand gently as you felt his body shiver. You slowly reached up to kiss him, soft lips pressing against his. You slowly began to stroke him, eyes looming over to Soap, watching his actions. Johnny picked up the speed of his thrusts, earning more moans from the gruff man. Simon loved both you and Johnny’s attention on him, and he sure loved receiving it like this.

~ ★

That’s all for tonight!!

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crashnbrn · 3 months

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sd2006 · 2 months

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#i love doodling if you could not tell 😁#soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty #🧼💀#💀🧼#sd2006 doodles

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fearversion · 9 months

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Mine & Yours

Fanart for this perfect series on AO3 by artemis_neardos.

First fanfic/s ive ever went back and reread multiple times, i cant read any other ghostsoap fics bc its just never the same. Love this series with my whole heart ughgfhg

In the series ghost does have tats on his hands but im too scared to give him any so just did scars instead😮‍💨

#john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #💀🧼

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two-goldfish-in-a-tank · 1 year

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Alternate ending to the Alone mission

Ghost: That’s my plan to get Alejandro back.

Soap: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Ghost: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Soap: It fucking sucks.

Ghost: That’s not constructive criticism.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mwii #ghostsoap #💀🧼#incorrect cod quotes #my dumbasses <3

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sgtcorvin · 9 months

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Is Soap about to tickle Simon? We may never know 🫶🏻

#digital art #cod mw2 #fanart #call of duty #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #i am so gone for them #cod fanart #mw2 #💀🧼#my art

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sudsyv2 · 1 year

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Pov: you see soap walking around base with three verrrryyyyy familiar looking dolls sitting on his shoulders…suspicious 🤨

#sudsyv2 #soap cod #ghost cod #gaz cod #price cod #141 silliness #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #gaz mw2 #price mw2 #is this ghoap?#yes.#💀🧼#anyways #this was supposed to be just a soap drawing but then I added them in it 😊#I could make this an au #like the rest of 141 turn tiny and plush form and soap has to deal with his friends being literal dolls.

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no-one-fights-alone · 14 days

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#soap has a lil staring problem #john and simon 👉👈#ghostsoap #💀🧼#call of duty #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish

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notknickers · 9 months

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I love how it's basically established fact that Ghost is either trans and has the dantiest mancunt ever imagined, or he's cis and has such a massive cock that even Soap, a big man in his own right, has trouble taking him.

#unless every fanart/fic i've come across has done nothing but lie to me... but it wouldn't‚ would it? 🥹#no in between #half measures? sorry‚ i don't know her #good work everyone #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #💀🧼

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zhe1516 · 5 months

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who also ship 🐯👑&💀🧼?

#ghostsoap #körangi #🐯👑#💀🧼

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thunderousavery · 6 months

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Make You Mine (Ghost x Soap) Pt. 1

CW: Spoilers of MWIII (Only in A/N, I just want to vent), Blood, Curse words

A/N: I FUCKING HATE MWIII!!! Grrr... So, I'm gonna spoil myself with Ghoap fics from now on. THAT ENDING IS NOT FUCKING CANON IN MY MIND! I'M WEEPING AND GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE! Also, I'mma rewrite my other unfinished story. Just got meself in tons of shit, and now MWIII fucking disappointed me. SOAP BOI WILL LIVE FOREVER IN MY MIND! SCOTLAND FOREVA!

Description: Uh... No description yet, but this is a multichapter fic with angst, mutual pining, and everything in between. HAPPY ENDING GUARANTEED! :)) (11/04/2023) Edited Description (11/05/2023): Simon and Johnny work together once more on an intel-gathering mission. Simon ponders what Johnny really means to him when hell suddenly breaks loose. Main Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish Word Count: 1.5k

Chapter 1 - Well, I will call you darlin’, and everything will be okay.

“Where the hell did ‘Soap’ even come from?”

That question lingered in Simon’s mind like gum stuck on a wall. Honestly, it was a stupid question, and he didn’t even know why he asked that to Johnny after their mission briefing. The first time they met, he was instantly intrigued with the Scotsman in a way that stirred his nerves weirdly.

He didn’t want to acknowledge that feeling, so he deemed it was just irritation for his happy-go-lucky attitude. Simon was never fond of such positivity. Or the Scottish accent, either.

Unlike him, Johnny was easy to like and adored by anyone whom he passed by. He was friendly and compassionate like he had all the sunshine of the fucking sun and rainbows behind his back.

Johnny was definitely unlike him. Johnny was like the light, and Simon was the darkness.

He was a grump, always sought to be alone, and never been one to stand in long conversations. They say there’s a reason why a person acts the way they are, and Simon does have a reason that he’d die with than tell a single soul. He can’t trust anyone; he doesn’t have any friends.

Sure, he knew Price, Gaz, Laswell, and so on. But they’re not his friends; Simon considers them as his allies, commodities to help him with his fights. To him, he doesn’t need friends.

So, how about Johnny, then? Simon didn’t want to ponder about it.

“Ya wanna know why me name’s called ‘Soap,’ L.T.?” Johnny shoots him a cheeky grin while waiting for the intel file to be transferred to the flash drive. And yeah, Simon also hates how he always smiled like that. He looks like a fucking rat with a mohawk, or so how he always thought about it.

It was an intel-gathering mission. They infiltrate the building, download the intel, and get the hell out in one piece. Simple task, really. Too simple for Simon’s taste, but it was a good thing they had to take some guards down to motivate his bones. Nice and silent, kill and go.

And the waiting game begins in the main office. And Johnny starts an old conversation Simon even dared to ponder upon.

“Why are we even having this conversation again, Sergeant?” Simon grunted, brown eyes behind the skull-faced mask piercing at Johnny’s blue ones as he held his rifle loosely against his hands.

“‘Coz I remembered yer curious.” The Scotsman hummed before checking out the computer to check the progress. “Everyone was. But I kept it a secret for a wee while.”

… Now, Simon was starting to be intrigued. He thought the man was outgoing, telling everyone he met about his personal life like his callsign. He probably judged him wrong.

What was it? A crazy backstory involving a bar of soap? Or was it something that he also has: a cruel experience from the trauma factory? It was an enigma to him that he wouldn’t admit he was curious about.

“So, you’re going to tell that secret to me?” Simon didn’t know why he said that; he didn’t even dare to assume he said that.

“Fer a price, of course! Yer gonna owe me a drink.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed. Screw his curiosity and pitiful thoughts about him.

“Aw, come on. Was just kiddin’, y’know.” Johnny laughed softly. “Me cousin picked it out fer me. Said I could clean a room efficiently like no other.”

Simon’s eyes blinked. “… So, you’re Soap because you’re a germaphobe?”

“Heck, no. I just like to clean and—”

BOOM!

There was a loud explosion outside, ringing out the alarms of the vehicles.

“Shit, they know something’s up. Grab the intel, and let’s go.” Simon huffed and tightened his grip on his rifle once more, aiming it against the glass door just in case they got spotted. One bloody figure passes his sight, and he ought to shoot.

“Aye, copy that.” Johnny didn’t waste time grabbing the flash drive from the computer after transferring the files. Without a second thought, he shot his weapon at the computer screen and its CPU before he said, “Intel secured. Time to move out.”

Why the fuck did he even— Oh… Simon finally realizes that it was genius of him to destroy the original source. Even he hadn’t thought of that. He had to give Johnny some credit, at least.

Soon enough, they were on their feet towards the exit with haste and hawk eyes surveying the surroundings for any sign of movement. And if they did, Simon wouldn’t catch a breath to open fire.

Passing through doors and down the stairs, the building rang with the screech of the cars from outside. It was loud, and Simon hoped they wouldn’t run into an enemy. Whatever that explosion was, it should have alerted the patrols nearby. This was Russian territory, and they’d be damned to be spotted and add fuel to the flame of an already sparking war.

But…

“L.T., ya feel something odd?” Johnny asked behind him, watching his six as a good teammate that he is, but he wouldn’t admit it.

“… Yeah,” Simon grumbled as they reached the second floor. Only one more floor, but he noticed it too soon. “It’s too fucking quiet here. Not from outside, but inside.”

Something was wrong. Like a lake too calm to know about a deadly croc lurking in the waters. They need to be on their toes and fast.

No, maybe it’s just…

He failed to see the laser sight aimed at him.

“Ghost, on our 9!”

Johnny’s warning was too late. Simon stumbled back and dropped to the floor with a thud. A searing pain shot through his left shoulder near his bicep.

A sniper. They should’ve aimed for the head.

“Shit! I got ya, L.T.!” Johnny immediately crouched, helped move Simon’s body, and took cover behind the pillar walls. He held the Brit securely with an arm clutched on his upper torso before settling him in the corner. “Still solid, L.T.? Fuck, should’ve seen that comin’.”

“I’m… grr… I’m fine…” Simon growled beneath the mask through the pain as Johnny inspected the bleeding wound on his shoulder that tore through his sleeve. “It’s not that bad.”

Defensive. Pain was not new to him, but he hated it as much as being pathetic in front of people. He was strong; he trained hard to be.

And that fucking sniper will be dead by the time he gets his sight on them.

“It’s a bloody .50 caliber. Yer lucky they missed yer head.” Johnny’s voice was laced with concern that Simon couldn’t dare to acknowledge. He needs to stop the bleeding, but the bullet needs to stay for a while. He feels it’s lodged between an artery. Or worse, it ruptured an artery.

“I said I’m—”

“No shit ya are. Gonna fuck that bastard up when I see ‘em.” Johnny scoffed, and before Simon could protest, he took the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around the wounded shoulder, not too tightly but just to stop the bleeding. Blood instantly coated the cloth like a stain, and Johnny hoped it would be enough to stabilize his Lieutenant.

After securing his wound, he checked Simon’s pulse and sighed in relief before slumping beside him, his hand clutched tightly around his own rifle. For a while, Simon thought Johnny would lecture him about caring for himself, that he should accept help gladly as anyone should. And if the Scotsman ever said a word in between the lines of it, he wouldn’t hesitate to bark back and shut him up.

He doesn’t want a medical lesson coming from him. He doesn’t want his sympathy. Just one word and Simon could regret shutting any more lines of concern from that mouth.

… Yet, he didn’t. Johnny only turned his head to meet eyes with his. And there was that smile again. That poorly shaven 5-o’clock shadow smile. It wasn’t any of his usual shit-eating grin.

It was a smile so genuine that Simon couldn’t help but stare at him and be baffled by the fact that his breath was taken away by just that. Time stopped around him just to remember this like a frozen memory.

… Fucking hell.

And the only thing that brought him back to reality was Johnny’s Scottish accent. “Yer gonna be okay, so ye definitely owe me a drink this time, Simon.”

With that, Johnny stood up and held a gloved hand out for him, setting a goal to lead the way out of the building with a second objective of finding that sniper from outside.

“… Brat,” Simon grumbled but took his hand anyway just to stand up and pulled back as soon as he was on his feet again. The wound on his shoulder was still agonizing, but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.

“Aw, come on!” There’s that ratty grin again.

“Will you just…!” He wanted to scream at him. To tell him to leave him alone. To tell him to fuck off. But he just groaned from the pain in his shoulder and didn’t say anything.

They continued their attempt to escape, being sneaky this time and wary of the threat from outside. They couldn’t get a good aim on the sniper, but they could tell that the laser sight was on their tails. They used the obstacles and obstructions everywhere; Simon thought they were lucky to have plenty of covers.

As soon as they get out, he vows hell to break loose on that fucking sniper.

A/N: My boi Soap will be done justice! Only happy endings for him!

You're currently in Pt. 1

Pt. 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #cod #cod fanfic #🧼💀#💀🧼

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