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starlightvld · 3 months

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Up in Smoke

(Also on AO3)

The first time Ghost rips the cigarette from Soap's mouth, drops it on the ground, and stomps on it as he passes by, Soap is too stunned to say anything for a full ten seconds. They've only been working together consistently for a couple of missions, and even as his superior officer, the audacity of the action floors him.

By the time his brain restarts, Ghost is long gone.

The second time Ghost steals Soap's cigarette, he bursts out in a string of Scottish curses and tackles Ghost from behind before the wanker can drop it on the ground. An impromptu sparring match ensues, fists and curses flying.

Afterward, he doesn't feel much like a cigarette anymore — not with the split lip, anyway. Besides, the buzzing under his skin that usually drives him to smoke is just... gone.

Price catches wind of the incident, of course, and calls them into his office a few hours later. By that time Soap has calmed down enough to be... maybe not okay with it, but at least able to see the humor.

"What's this about you muppets scuffling by the smoking area?"

"Just a little sparring to blow off steam," Soap says.

"Ghost?"

"Nothin' to worry about, Captain."

"No? I've got one soldier who looks like he just got back from a bar fight, and the other..." He squints at Ghost. "He get a hit in on you, too?"

"Yeah," Ghost replies in that deadpan tone of his. "Coupla black eyes."

It's a joke.

Ghost is telling a joke. And it's objectively not funny. It's not. But Soap bursts into hysterical laughter all the same.

The corners of Ghost's blacked-out eyes crinkle.

Price rubs his temples before dropping his hand on his desk. Soap presses his lips together to contain his laughter.

"Sparring happens in the gym. I'm sure you know the place. It's where we have things like mats and gloves. I catch you two bare-knuckle fighting again, and you will regret it."

And it's enough to sober Soap up. He avoids Ghost as he ducks away to catch dinner.

The third time... well, no. He supposes that's really the fourth time.

Because the actual third time, Soap had come back from a shit mission where everything went wrong. Intel was faulty, exfil was delayed, and people under his command died. It didn't happen as often in SAS as it had in the regulars — the soldiers here were well-trained and hard to kill — but that made it all the worse.

When Ghost tried to pluck the cigarette from his mouth, Soap growled.

"Back the fuck up, Lt. Or Price is gonna be disappointed in both of us."

Ghost paused, and their eyes met. Slowly, Ghost lowered his hand.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Fuck no."

"Thank God."

Soap didn't have it in him to even huff a laugh. He took a long drag and blew the smoke away from Ghost as a peace offering.

To his surprise, Ghost didn't leave. He spun around and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. They stood there together, utterly silent, as Soap let the heat and sting in his lungs soothe the beast inside that wanted to rip the world apart.

When he was done, though, he was surprised to find he didn't want another. Usually after shit missions, he'd stand there and smoke half a pack before his hands would stop shaking.

He finally met Ghost's eyes. The man quirked a barely visible brow.

"S'pose we should take it to the mats this time?"

Ghost pushed off the building and started walking. Soap followed like a lost child looking for a way home.

The fourth time is in Chicago. His hands are shaking not from losing soldiers but from almost losing his own life. The cigarette trembles in his grip as he stands outside the bar, the biting wind turning his fingers and probably his lips blue. He lifts it to his mouth, inhaling deep—

And then it's gone.

The whine that bubbles up from his gut and bursts from his throat is nothing short of humiliating. But God. God. He needs it.

"Not now. Please, Ghost."

"Why?"

Ghost hasn't thrown the cigarette down. Yet. He cocks his head to the side and gives Soap a long look. Soap can only tremble from the cold and a need that goes deeper than a simple hit of nicotine.

"I just... I need it."

The cigarette drops to the ground, but Soap doesn't have time to lament the loss before that same hand is curling around Soap's neck and pulling him into a fucking massive chest. The other arm comes around Soap's shoulders and...

Ghost just stands there, holding him. And Soap can't help melting into the warmth and solidity of the man who saved his life just hours ago. He dares to curl in deeper. To raise his hands and clutch at Ghost's jacket. To let a few, silent tears escape his tight control.

Finally, his muscles relax. Ghost must feel it, because he turns and leads Soap back toward the bar.

"Why do ye even care?" Soap mumbles from his spot tucked into Ghost's side.

"Because those things'll kill ya."

Soap supposes the "I like you alive" is implied at this point.

Soap loses count after Chicago. He gets stretches of days when Ghost is on a solo op or out with one of the other operators when he can smoke in peace. So he does.

At first.

He's been hooked since he was a rebellious teen trying to make his mark on the world. He's tried to quit multiple times, but it never seems to stick. The first bad mission or adrenaline-filled near miss and he's back at whatever smoking spot he can find, puffing away.

He finds himself trying to cut back, though, even when Ghost is away.

Any time Ghost is on base, all bets are off. In addition to darting by and making a grab for it or sneaking up behind him and flicking it out of his hands, Ghost has gotten more creative. Sometimes Soap will pull out a cigarette only to find he's "lost" his lighter. Sometimes the cigarettes themselves go missing — he clutches his chest and mourns all that wasted money whenever a whole pack disappears.

He supposes it's all just going up in smoke anyway, though.

He should be angry. But in truth, it's almost a relief to hand over the reins to Ghost. To let the man help him by annoying the shit out of him until he wants to give up on it entirely.

Which is definitely the point. Ghost has made that perfectly clear.

So, whenever he gets the urge to calm his racing thoughts or overactive mind with a cigarette, he finds Ghost and annoys him instead. They talk, or spar, or simply sit in silence together, doing their own thing. Ghost doesn't often touch him — their moment in Chicago is still the closest Soap's ever gotten to the elusive Ghost — but he also doesn't push Soap away when he slumps into Ghost's side after a hard day or leans over his back when he's sitting at the table in the 141's common area on base.

The urge doesn't go away, of course. And sometimes, when things get really bad, Ghost will just sit or stand with him like he did the third time. Still, he finds himself smoking less and hanging out with Ghost more.

The last time Ghost steals a cigarette from Soap, he simply stands beside Soap and holds out his hand. Soap immediately knows something has gone terribly wrong. Still, he's too invested in the game now to not hand the cigarette over.

He nearly keels over when Ghost pulls up his mask and takes a long, hard drag. Soap watches in fascination as his cheeks hollow, his neck muscles strain, his lips curve around the paper. It's erotic in a way he really shouldn't be thinking about in regards to his emotionally unavailable superior officer, but the knowledge hasn't stopped him yet. Since that day in Chicago — probably before if he's honest — he's only ever wanted to be closer.

Ghost coughs a little and hands the cigarette back.

"Fuck. Just as disgusting as I remember."

"Ye used to smoke, then?"

"Before I joined up, yeah. Hated it, though."

"The smell? Or—"

"Everything. The taste, the smell, the heat..." Ghost trails off, his hand rubbing over his bicep in a strangely specific way. He shakes his head and looks back at Soap. "Not your problem, Johnny. Forget about it."

Soap's hand is darting out, fingers curling into Ghost's jacket, before he's properly thought through the action. Ghost pauses before turning back. They stare in silence for a moment until—

Soap stubs out the half-burned cigarette and drops the butt in the trash. He licks his lips. Glances up at Ghost. The mask is still sitting on his nose, and Soap stares at his lips for longer than he should before pulling the pack out of his pocket and throwing it in the trash, too.

"Cannae have ye thinking I stink, can I?"

"Too late."

But Ghost's throat bobs with a hard swallow. Soap wets his lips, takes a step closer, and uncurls his fingers to slide his hand up Ghost's chest until his fingertips are resting on Ghost's shirt collar.

"I dinnae think it is."

Ghost turns and walks away. Soap closes his eyes and drops his hand, internally cursing his impulsive behavior. The scuffing of boots walking away from him is like nails on a chalk board.

Until they stop, and a gruff voice calls out, "You comin'?"

A slow smile slides across Soap's mouth. "No' yet."

A huff — exasperation? laughter? a bit of both? — before, "Better get movin' then."

And Soap has never been more glad to follow an order.

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cod-fishing · 7 months

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Soap who is absolutely deranged, and Ghost who absolutely adores him for it.

The first time Ghost sees Soap set up a proper demolitions rig, grin stretching his face a mile wide as his clever hands flit around wires and c4, Ghost knows he’s absolutely screwed. It doesn’t help that the building blows like a dream, crumbling as if ordered by god himself. It’s beautiful, almost artistic in its mastery. Ghost tears his eyes away from the sight, barely restraining his jaw from falling open in awe, only to look over at Johnny. His gorgeous baby blues reflect the glory of the explosion in front of them, maniacal smile pulling at his scar. He looks gorgeous. Yeah, Ghost is royally fucked.

It only gets worse, after that. When Soap gets a particularly good kill shot in, and laughs like a kid in a candy shop, or pitches a plan for a op that involves maybe more explosions than strictly necessary, Ghost has to struggle to not reach out, to touch the sunshine and passion and intensity of Johnny MacTavish. There’s only so far he can resist, though. Praise still gets through, tumbling from Ghost's mouth unbidden. After a while he stops fighting it. When Johnny looks like that shooting a grenade launcher, teeth barred like it’s the most fun he’s ever had, he deserves the praise.

Of course, the fact that Johnny goes a little red every time Ghost calls him 'good lad' doesn't escape his notice either.

#i love it when soap is shown as the absolute berserk bastard he is #because he IS!!!#anyway this is my first real post but it won't be my last #i love these idiots #soapghost #mywriting #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #codmw2 #cod mwii #tf141

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soaqrudyz · 7 months

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soap and ghost are partners, this much was never secret.

rumors used to only be about ghost, the massive man that eluded social politeness with piercing glares and cold shoulders. they called him a beast, a monster, some reckoned he shouldn’t be allowed within fifty feet of a weapon, lest he have a bad day and obliterate everyone on base. the most soap got was a guy saying he’d survived a night in his bed, as if that was a difficult feat.

that changed, slowly at first, and then all at once. suddenly, the rumors were about the huge guard dog and his feral counterpart, how they wiped out entire facilities without help, no overwatch and no air support, how ghost would take you out painfully but soap would do it slowly with a kind smile and gentle hands.

where one goes the other follows, where one is you’ll find both. and everyone knows it.

gaz will pat ghost’s shoulder in passing, telling him his girlfriend was looking for him with a snicker. price would wave soap’s annoyed rambling away with an order to end their lover’s quarrel. once, a fellow sergeant made a comment about how they were “close. like brothers!” and had an entire two tables in the mess wheezing over their slop.

each time they’re sent away they come back caked in dirt and drenched in blood with sparking eyes looking straight into the other’s. each day they eat and train and bicker like they’re two halves of the same whole. each little moment seen by some lone soldier or otherwise was just a testament to how well they worked together.

some things, though, were for them and them alone.

like the peaceful quiet of bathing after they’d been deployed for however long, the tender way simon would tilt johnny’s head back to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, featherlight brushes of fingers and palms while johnny slides simon’s shirt over his head.

like ringing laughter mixed with world shattering pleasure. like settling into bed, simon’s head pillowed on johnny’s chest, making hushed, sleep deprived conversation until one of them passes out. like whispered i love yous and kisses to whichever body part was the closest.

like matching gold and silver rings that shine beautifully under pale moonlight, only darkened by the shadows of their clasped hands.

they were made for each other, they know it and everyone else does, too. they’re partners. down to the very root of the word.

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cerise-on-top · 3 days

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hi :D if you do character x character (with possibly x reader, too) headcanons, may i request nikprice hcs? aghh.. i love them so much, but there's (in my opinion) little content of them compared to other ships.. if you do have to add reader into it too thats okay :) i don't mind poly (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

but besides that how are you doing? i hope youre doing good :]

Hey there! I'm doing well, thank you! I've actually got five days off next week, which I'm really looking forward to! Plus I get to go to my regular department again too soon enough! But unfortunately, the other apprentice left me with so much work ^^;

NikPrice and NikPrice x Reader

NikPrice:

Although the two of them may be a bit older than some of their peers, they can still be considered idiots, especially when they’re with one another. Sometimes they get weirdly competitive with each other, which can result in either of them getting hurt. Nikolai leads Chimera and Price leads the TF141, both of them sometimes need to show off just how good they are at some things. Nikolai is usually a pretty calm guy, but he does get a bit cocky with Price, so he’ll instigate some competitions. Who can carry the most groceries. Who can find the most dogs and take pictures with them. Who will be favored the most for the week among their boys. It’s just dumb things, and Nikolai does try to cheat his way through most of them, but Price knows him well enough by now to know how he will try to weasel his way into victory. Price usually plays fair and forces Nikolai to do the same. The winner gets bragging rights and that’s about it. Sometimes they poker on who pays for dinner, but they don’t really mess around too much when it comes to more serious stuff. However, they both also compete with each other to show off just how good of a partner they are, even if there’s no need to do that anymore. They can both be proud as peacocks and always need to outdo one another.

Although it may sound stupid, the two of them do spar with each other from time to time. Since they’re about equal in strength it’s actually quite interesting to watch the two of them fight, both have a pretty good technique as well. However, Nikolai has more experience under his belt since he’s quite a bit older than Price. Again, he’s also not above cheating by trying to entice Price with just about anything he can think of. They’re adults, they’re leaders, but they are still morons with each other. Sometimes they fight over the TV remote when Price wants to watch his football game and Nikolai wants to tease him. Price gets mad every time he misses the football game just because he lost to his stupid lover. Nikolai gets a good laugh out of it every time. Although he may love Price more than anyone else, he can be a playful and cocky bastard at times. He makes up for it by taking Price to a real football game in a stadium, though. Can’t enrage the boyfriend too much all the time. Price is usually overjoyed when he does since he gets really into it. There’s nothing better than enjoying some football with Nikolai. Unless Nikolai teases Price about his team losing. In that case the two of them won’t be talking more than necessary for an hour. However, Price goes back to normal after the initial anger of his team losing has worn off.

Nikolai is actually a chef of the master class. He can cook just about anything and make it well at that too. Since he’s been pretty much everywhere at this point he’s learned quite a few recipes from all around the world. He also knows how to use his spices well. Though, his favorite recipes to make are still Russian ones. The two of them cook together often, it relaxes them. Besides, Price gets the privilege of eating Nikolai’s pirozhki before anyone else does. It’s an honor to him since he’s never had anything better in his life. Loves being Nikolai’s taste tester as well. Price isn’t as good a cook as Nikolai, but he does like showing his appreciation for all the good food by cooking something in return. However, his food is kind of bland. It could be worse, but it could also use a lot more spices. Nikolai used to tease Price about that before, but he’s stopped since as Price really does put a lot of effort into cooking for Nikolai. The latter really isn’t so mean to genuinely hurt his boyfriend like that. He does give Price some constructive criticism, though. Offers to help with cooking next time, but both of them know that Nikolai will just take the lead. But in the end, they both really do enjoy cooking with each other, regardless of who makes the main dish. They also get really chatty during it.

NikPrice x Reader

Considering how long they’ve been with each other, they've gotten used to it, but you genuinely cannot cuddle them during summer. You’ll become a sweaty mess and won’t be able to sleep at all since they’re both very warm. Nikolai more so than Price. However, the two of them can cuddle each other just fine since they’re used to warmer nights because of all the missions they’ve gone on. However, it’s pretty nice in winter. They’re two big, burly and warm men who love to make you feel toasty. Price is actually a pretty cuddly guy and Nikolai can be too with the right people. If you’re not on the cuddly side then they’ll settle for giving you a pat on the back every once in a while or just holding your hand. But Price loves touching you and Nikolai. He doesn’t need to do it every single waking moment, but it’s nice to hold your loved ones. Nikolai can go either way, but he’s pretty cuddly with Price. Sometimes the two of them fight over who gets to be the big spoon, other times they’ll just plop into each other’s arms. If you’re shorter than them then you’ll likely get sandwiched between them. If you’re as tall or taller than them then they might ask you to take on the role of big spoon. Sure, they won’t mind it when you’re shorter than them, but they’ll chuckle since you’re just a little backpack.

Both of them will try to teach you how to fight and defend yourself. Even if you’re capable of that already, they’ll teach you something anyway. They’re both military men, they know what they’re talking about. Besides, it’s not as unlikely as one might think that you might get hurt because of them. You need to be able to defend yourself. They’ll take turns teaching you, improving your form and all. They’ll sometimes even deliberately spar in front of you so you could learn something from them fighting with each other. They won’t be as rough with you as they are with each other, especially not if you’re not part of the military, but they’ll be diligent in teaching you either way. If you’re part of the military then they’ll be rougher with you, but not as rough as with each other. Nikolai and Price have known each other for so long, they know where each other’s limits are. You’re the newest addition, so there’s still things they need to get to know. But I can assure you they will take good care of you. They’ll also reward you if you’re doing especially well during your little training lessons. Nikolai tries to bribe you into doing well by offering to cook your favorite meal if you do so.

The two of them actually spoil you rotten, especially if you don’t earn as much money as they do. Nikolai earns even more money than Price, so he has quite a lot to spend. Loves buying you and him all kinds of things. These can range from something useful to just something he saw and thought you might like. Price doesn’t like being indebted to people, so he always tries to buy Nikolai something back, even insisting that he shouldn’t buy him as many things. Nikolai never listens to him in that regard. And since Price buys Nikolai things he has to buy something for you as well. Sometimes it’s just your favorite kind of cake, sometimes it’s some nice and expensive jewelry. It’s always a mystery with Price. You don’t have to feel obligated to buy them something either. You’re more than welcome to if you have the finances to do so, but if you usually barely get by then you really shouldn’t have to. In fact, if you don’t have a lot of money then the two of them will pay for just about anything you need. Clothes, food, other necessities. It doesn’t matter. Together they have more money than they know what to do with anyway. It’s nice to spend it on someone you love and make them happy anyway. Don’t pay them back, they’ll find your bank account and return the money. They love you, let them pamper you like the little royalty you are.

#cod #cod x reader #cod nikolai #john price #nikolai x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #nikprice #nikprice x reader #I never really thought about writing charxchar on this blog in all honesty #but I suppose I can do it if more requests like this come in :] I doubt it but I'm willing to do it #I loved working on this because they may be smart but they're also complete and utter dumbasses #they're smart when it counts let's leave it at that #I actually have thought about being in a relationship with NikPrice before but I sometimes throw Graves into the mix as well #there's nothing wrong about yearning to be in a relationship with some men who could buy you something nice #and who would actually love you #see fictional characters are actually really good because they will always love you if you want them to #ugh I wanna cuddle these idiots so bad which is funny because I'm actually touch averse 95% of the time #but I just know that a good thorough cuddle session from those men would put me in a really good mood

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ficmashup · 5 months

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A Date

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: These two are such idiots, I love them. I'm already feeling the itch to make this ten parts and I'm trying to resist (not really) so we'll see! I know what I want to happen next, but we'll see how many chapters it takes to get there. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Some SA references if you squint, crass language.

Word Count: 3.1k

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My foot taps insistently on the floor as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve changed clothes five times and while each outfit has irritated me in some way, nothing makes me more frustrated than the fact that I’ve changed clothes five times. It’s so unlike me. But there’s no protocol for going on a date with your captain. There’s fucking protocol to not date your captain. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I take a deep breath, my gaze dropping to my phone for the dozenth time.

It’s been a couple days since Price stayed here and since we set a date to go out. Like actually go out.

The only people I can call are the people I absolutely do not want to know about this. Simon would either pretend not to care then tail us from my apartment or show up randomly wanting to meet my date. Soap would tease the hell out of me and keep bothering me until I told him who it is so he could do a background check. Gaz…he’s the wildcard. And it’s for that reason alone that I pick up the phone and call him.

The phone rings as I put it on speaker and set it on the dresser in front of me as I stare at the screen. “G? Hey!” His voice comes over and I smile a little at the instant warmth in his tone. The tapping of my foot slows.

“Gaz.” I greet him, then realize I have no clue what I’d like to say. “What are you doing?”

“I’m in the shops getting a few things for this weekend. You’re going to fucking love the dip I’m bringing.” I hear the soft shuffling of bags and more of my nerves ebb at his easygoing tone. We’re all gathering at Price’s to watch the game before we’re heading back to base this weekend. “You’re bringing something too, yeah?”

“You know I’m bringing dessert and I don’t want to hear a fucking word about it.” I bite and smile when I hear him chuckling.

“Thought your idea of dessert was sucking on a spoon of sugar, G. You know the whole point of watching the game is to eat chips and dip in front of a big tv, yeah? We don’t need dessert.”

“You need something sweet to cut the salt all of you are inhaling every second.”

“It’s a dip party.”

“It’s a football party and I’m making a dip.”

“A dessert dip? The fuck is it, a bowl of whipped cream?”

“I’ve seen you and Johnny race to finish containers of whipped cream, so don’t even try pretending you wouldn’t love that.” I’m grinning now and while a ball of nerves still remains heavy in my stomach, I no longer feel weighed down by it.

Gaz grunts over the phone. “Ugh, right. Nearly threw up after that.”

“Mmhmm.” I remember clearly, for some reason, I was suckered into rubbing both Gaz and Soap’s backs while they tried not to puke. “If you don’t want to try what I bring, then you don’t have to.” There’s a beat.

“No, I’ll try it.” He gives in almost instantly and I smirk while I walk into my kitchen, leaning against the counter while I stare at the door. A glance at the clock reveals that it’s nearly time and if there’s anything I can count on, it’s that John will be on schedule. “But did you need something, G? Or have you just missed my sweet voice?” Gaz asks and I hear some plastic crinkling as he no doubt piles chips into his shopping cart.

My lips press together for a moment as I consider what to say. “Just missed your voice, Kyle. Looking forward to trying whatever monstrosity of a dip you end up bringing.”

“Hm, careful, G. All those sweets are starting to rub off on you. That was almost sweet.”

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“Bye, Gaz.”

“Later, G.”

I hang up and take a deep breath, feeling steady again before there’s a knock at the door. The zing of nerves flushes through my body and I don’t let myself think about it as I walk over and swing the door open without hesitation. My body instantly softens at the sight of Price in a white button down, pressed slacks, and a bouquet of roses. I’m struck dumb instantly.

My name falls off his lips, sweet as honey, and the way he looks me up and down makes me grateful that I finally chose a black dress. “You’re stunning.” He says it like a fact and I smile, pressing my lips together to keep from grinning like a fool as I welcome him inside. I definitely don’t let my eyes slide over his broad back and see how his pants fit his backside and thighs very nicely. “Wasn’t sure how you felt about flowers, so I figured I’d hedge my bets.” He places the beautiful bouquet on my kitchen counter while I grab a vase and I smile as I turn around to see him placing a small bag of my favored hard candies beside them.

“And you say that you’re not good at diplomacy.” I tease and earn a chuckle while I fill a vase with water.

“Don’t think many would accept flowers and candy in exchange for weapons or tac gear.” He lifts the bouquet and slides the already cut stems into the vase as I set it on the counter next to him.

“You never know. Something to try.” I smirk up at him while he smirks down at me and fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve so easily had fun with someone. “You look really good.” I say it before I can think too hard about it and luckily, my head is blissfully quiet as his smile sweetens while those pretty blue eyes shine.

“Good thing too. Maybe I won’t look too outta place next to you.” He says and I blink before I lift my hand to flutter over my mouth to hide my wide smile. Fucking smooth talker. “Ready?” Price tilts his head towards the door and I nod, grabbing my small purse and sliding a few candies into it. He offers his arm and I take it with a little smile, feeling…well, like I’m going on an actual date.

The car ride is easy, nothing we haven’t done before, but the nerves creep back as we walk into a nice restaurant. Although it’s terribly sweet how John shifts and his hand slides over mine wrapped around his arm when he confirms the reservation. Maybe he’s as nervous as I am. “Is this your usual haunt for dates?” I ask him softly as we settle down at a table. Thankfully, it has a clear view of the doors.

John heaves a breath and shakes his head. “No. Thought that since we’re both a bit out of practice, going back to basics might be best.” He settles into his chair and there’s a small smile on my face as he looks around a bit, hands smoothing over his thighs. Somehow, him being nervous makes me less nervous. It means he cares as much as I do.

“Bet I can beat you there.” I challenge and he stills, quirking an eyebrow at me. “Two years. And a little longer if we’re talking a date with someone that matters.”

John half-smiles. “A year for me. Year and a half for anyone that mattered.” I hum, claiming my victory while his eyes sparkle with amusement just as the waiter comes by to take our drink orders. I take a small risk just to put him a little more at ease.

“An old-fashioned for him.” I order his favorite with a little smirk at the look he gives me.

He considers a moment while the waiter looks between us with a dubious expression. “Mojito to start, then white wine for dinner. Something sweet.” Price looks at me for approval and I nod, pressing my lips together to keep myself from grinning like a fool. The waiter takes this in and his bemused glance at us nearly makes me laugh as he walks away.

“Think we’re scaring the waiter.” My tone is light as my fingers glide over the silverware laid out on the table with the cloth napkin in my lap. At least I remembered a little about how to act in a place like this.

“He’ll recover.” John says without an ounce of concern and I try not to glow under his steady gaze. It feels surprisingly nice having all of his attention. I don’t mind being seen by him, never have.

My head tilts a little. “Do you enjoy scaring the general public?”

“Occasionally.” He leans forward a little and I copy him, unable to resist. “Although, I’m not the one who nearly knocked out some idiot in a bar.”

I smile at the memory. “He would have deserved it.”

Price nods without hesitation. “I almost regret not letting you. That happen often when you’re home?”

My head shakes as I fiddle with my glass of water, turning it in a slow circle. “I handle things a little differently here. My reaction there was due to being around a crowd of other military men who seem to always understand physical denials better than verbal. Something I’m sure you’re not unfamiliar with.” He sighs, but nods with reluctant acceptance. “I figured it was better to make my stance clear right away. At home, I’m a bit more lenient. More drinks thrown in people’s faces than fists.” The pads of my fingers tap against my glass as a thought occurs to me. “What’s your choice of deterrent?”

My question earns me a warm chuckle and brings the slightest of blushes to his cheeks. “Ah…most are chased off by a stern warning.” My smile widens a bit when he doesn’t deny being chased after. It’s not a surprise. In my clearly biased opinion, Price is a catch. Which makes it all the more puzzling that he’s on a date with me.

We order and conversation is easy as always. We veer away from the topic of work and speak more about our family life, what it was like for us growing up, and how we eventually decided to go into the military. It’s nice hearing him talk about himself for an extended period of time. I’m used to hearing him talk about plans, missions, and all with a firm tone with a goal in mind. Now, he’s relaxed and smiling and his tone is light. Even playful. I could listen to him talk all day.

“I don’t need dessert, John.” I insist, smiling ear to ear as he hands the dessert menu back to our waiter after already ordering me one. “I’m not going to eat it.”

“You’ll have at least one bite here, then eat it tomorrow.” He states and my head shakes while I swirl my wine around in my glass. It’s actually good. He chose well.

“Only if you have a bite too. You need more sugar in your life.” I say pointedly with laughter in my voice. His smile in return is warm and both of us have our elbows on the table as we lean towards each other.

“Good thing I have you then, sugar.” His eyes sparkle as my head ducks a moment, my face heating.

“Mm, good thing.” I return and fuck, he’s pretty when he smiles like that. All teasing and light and sweet. The dessert comes, the sweetest little thing they had on the menu, and we both take a bite as promised. I might have a few bites more before we finally walk out. The night is brisk and I pull my wrap tight around my shoulders, automatically leaning into Price’s warmth as I wrap my arm around his. He accepts me instantly and it’s easy to feel like a normal couple as we walk down the street towards his car.

“Should we think about what to tell the team or are we putting a pin in that for now?” I ask idly and Price sighs, the warm air from his lungs appearing as an amorphous shape in the cool air.

“As soon as we tell them, we’re going to hear about it for a while.”

“Weeks?”

“Months, if we’re lucky. Years, if we’re unlucky.”

I pull in a deep breath, shaking my head at the thought of the boys nagging us for so long. But it does make me happy to think about years spent with them and Price. “How about we talk about it over breakfast on Friday?” I suggest, my lips pressing together a moment as nerves swirl in my stomach. I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve asked a man out with varied success. But when I look back at Price, he just has a sweet smile on his face.

“Sounds good to me. Dinner tonight, lunch tomorrow, breakfast on Friday.” We reach the car and I raise a brow at him as he opens the passenger side door for me.

“Lunch tomorrow?” We hadn’t spoken about that yet.

He nods, a teasing glint in his eyes as he helps me up into the passenger seat. “Mmhmm. Sound good?” Good is a severe understatement, but I manage not to grin like an idiot while I nod.

“Sounds good.” I agree and that little glint grows brighter as he closes the door. I allow myself to lean my head back against the headrest as I smile as wide as I want, then compose myself as Price gets into the driver’s seat and takes me home. We both walk very slowly as we head up to my flat and I almost laugh at both of us acting like teenagers not wanting to say goodbye at the end of a date.

He sighs heavily as I unlock the door and I smirk at the sound. At least I don’t have to wonder if he had a good time. I push my door open and turn back around, leaning against the door frame. “Thank you for this.” My hands smooth down my dress as I look up at his handsome face and I’m glad he’s not wearing his usual hat pulled low over his face. I like that I get to see this side of him. “I had a really good time.”

“So did I. Thank you for letting me.” He says with a playful edge in his voice and I give him a look for the insinuation that I don’t often let anyone do anything for me. Despite it being absolutely true.

“And are you going to tell me where I’m letting you take me for lunch tomorrow?” I turn his words around on him and feel immense satisfaction as he smirks and leans against the doorframe opposite me.

“I’m going to show you a few of my favorite places around the city. It’ll be a bit more relaxed and we’ll be walking a bit, so comfortable shoes would be wise. I’ll come to pick you up at noon. Alright?” He tilts his head towards me slightly, waiting for me to agree, and I smile at his thoughtfulness as I nod.

“Alright.” I agree and we stall for another moment. We’ve reached a soft line tonight. Sure, he’s been in my apartment, ate my food, drank tea, slept in my guest room, but that was all while we were friends. He’s not getting invited inside after the first date. I cross my arms and he seems to realize the line a second afterward, smiling as he straightens and takes half a step away from my door.

“I…” He hesitates and my arms fall back to my sides as I wait for whatever he has to say. His pretty blue eyes are locked on mine with his lips parted and I raise a brow, silently telling him to go on. He takes a breath and turns his body back towards mine, but doesn’t move closer. “I’d like to kiss you, but I need you to tell me if that’s alright or not.” His voice is a touch lower and surprise trickles through me, then warmth.

I take a steadying breath before stepping towards him. “It’s okay. Just…slowly.” My eyes stay on his, my words frank and honest, just like we’ve always been with each other. He nods and leans down a bit, the only part of him touching me is a callused finger sliding under my chin to tilt my head for him. The barest touch sends electricity sparking through me.

I taste his breath first and the leftover sweetness from our last bite of dessert mixes with distinct, bitter scent of his cigars. It’s intoxicating and I hum ever so softly while my eyelids flutter. John murmurs my name before brushing his lips against mine for the first time. I stiffen out of instinct and he pulls back an inch before freezing, his eyes scanning my face. It takes a moment for me to relax and this time, I reach up and gingerly slide my hands through his beard as I get myself used to him. He sighs and I’m immediately comforted by the way he leans into my touch.

“Again.” I request, lightly scratching my dull nails over his beard without even thinking about it.

Price’s eyes widen for a moment, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me again. I focus on everything that makes Price, Price—the smell of his cigars, his trimmed beard, the way I can feel the tension in his hand as he tilts my chin up, doing everything he can not to touch me more because I haven’t asked for it yet, haven’t said it was okay. His lips are gentle against mine and the kiss is simple. Just a little pressure and the slightest taste of his breath once, twice, a third time before he pulls back and straightens.

Our hands fall away from one another and I rub my fingers together, still feeling the sensation of his beard under my fingertips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says in a low tone that I’ve never heard from him before and all I can do is nod. He smiles and I barely stop myself from reaching for him again as he walks down the hall and into the stairwell.

It’s only when I’m inside my apartment and leaning back against my locked door, fingers on my lips as they tingle, that I realize just how much trouble I’m in.

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pitofneverendingsarcasm · 1 month

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I am not immune to propaganda.

Yes I did, in fact, stop halfway through a video essay to start watching a silly crime show I had never heard of before because I heard the vibes were wholesome, nerdy, and bi.

#this is now a psych appreciation blog #its filling the pushing daisies shaped void in my comfort watching routine #i wanna see emerson cod put up with this idiots #theyre my idiots #i love them #psych #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #burton guster

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occasionaleventuality · 1 year

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i’ve seen artists/writers approach ghosts mask many ways but hear me out: the skull part is attached to the cloth part with velcro. sure. maybe ghost sewed the first one or two. but they inevitably wind up damaged or disgusting because, ya know, war. so eventually he just. slaps ‘em on. soap finds out one day by accident. gives the mask a little tug as a joke. his stomach drops out at the sudden rrriiiiippp that makes him think he just accidentally pulled his best friends crushes future lovers lieutenants face off for a second. they both just kinda blink at each other. ghosts just got a few crooked strips of white velcro on his cheeks and forehead. it definitely doesn’t make him look incredibly ridiculous. maybe he’d look more intimidating if he had his death glare on but he’s just kind of. buffering. he’d anticipated this from a desperate enemy he could just kill. but soap??? he can’t kill soap. who would be his soap if he did? the people you know really can hurt you the most. eventually soap just kinda. presses it back on? but it’s not lined up right so it’s a little crooked. ghost is still buffering. soap just kinda. backs outta the room. it is never discussed again.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #idiots in love #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon riley #john mactavish #idiots to lovers #i just can’t get this image of the slightly crooked skull out of my head #maybe the real love was the cursed memories we made along the way #ghoap #occasional eventuality

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 5 months

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Soap, chuckling: Where are we? They have dirty cartoons on the chairs.

Gaz: Those are CPR instructions.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #soap mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #He's an idiot and I love him so much

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aecxy · 3 days

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Rambling about Ghost Roach n Soap again gET YOUR ASSES HERE !!?!!!!

(Both Ghost and Roach gets out alive from the betrayal!)

Cw// Uhh Mentions of burns! burning alive ! scars! and a tad of emotional hurt . i think. a tiny tad . (im lying! )

Roach and Ghost sleeps together. It’s not out of love or lust, no. Not at start at least.

There are, things others don’t understand. Ghost loves Soap, with all he has. But he just doesn’t understand it.

He doesn’t understand how Simon felt when they were betrayed by Shepherd, he doesn’t understand how it felt to be burned alive.

He tries, he really does. But Simon doesn’t want his pity. He sees the way Johnny’s eyes glaze on the burnt parts of his body in the showers, changing rooms, when they are fucking. It ticks him off. Makes him feel like a fool.

He knows it’s not the case, he knows Soap feels a deep regret for not understanding the betrayal sooner, not being able to save them from it. But oh how it ticks him off.

Roach, on the other hand, understands it. He was there with him.

They burned together.

Roach doesn’t look at him with that, weird eyes when he sees him naked, he doesn’t feel afraid of touching the burnt flesh on his body.

Maybe it’s because he had it worse with burns, but it’s still good. It feels good to feel his grip on the burnt and healed parts on his body, not afraid of touching, afraid of hurting him.

He understands, when they cry in the middle of it, he understands.

They understand each other.

The doom feeling, the overwhelming emotions and shared trauma is what bonds them together.

They burned together.

Thats what links them together, what makes them knock on each others doors in the middle of the night.

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hirik0 · 10 months

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Jealousy Part 6

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

NSFW 09Soap/Ghost

Shower sex, not so exidental voyeurism, they finally kiss, top Soap, bottom Ghost,

Soap is freezing in front of the door to Ghosts room in the barrackes and the blood is trying to run down to his dick and to his brain at the same time. To his dick because he just heard Ghost moan his callsign and to his brain to analyse what the fuck he should do. Suddenly Soap is super aware of him still standing in the corridor when everyone can walk down here see him and worse hear Ghost. In a impulsive desition he just sneaks in Ghost room. He should just have walked away back to his office or his own room, he knows but he also never heared confident, making the enemy's shit their pants Ghost like this. "Soap, please" Ghost whines in the bathroom and Soap has to cover his mouth to make sure he makes no sound. Soap thinks he never get this hard so fast in his life. He trys to will himself to leave Ghost room, but he can't it's like he is clued to the door. Soap didn't even think he is in to hearing anyone mastrubating and now is the worst time to learn this about himself. He faintly rembers beeing annoyed about the people in the appartement next his fucking loud. So why is hearing Ghost so different, why does it make his heart race, him leaking in his underwear and bitting his hand so that Ghost does not hear him? Soap trys to not look at the bathroom door he knows if he looks at it to long he would do something dumb like walking in the bathroom and get what's his.

Ghost don't know why or when he gave up to will down his sexual needs. He just knows that he just can't come up with a fantasy that gets him off. For Ghost this is usually just something he does, a standart body function, but because of fucking Captain Soap MacTravish he just can't. The blood that is rushing in his ears are silencing everything around Ghost, he doesn't hear the shower, he doesn't hear how the door to his room gets opened and he don't hear how loud he is. He's slamming his fist against the shower wall letting the water run over his head. He just should sneak of base and find someone to have sex with. But and that's angers Ghost the most he has the feeling that he would have the exact problem he has now and this problem his him wanted to get his brain fucked out by a sertain scotisch Captain. "God, why has my dick desided that Soap is the only that can get me off?" Ghost ask himself, while he is starting to finger himself. It stings and is uncomfortable with out using lube, but he's desprade. He has lube in his nightstand but this is just to far away, his orgasam just one right move away. He closes his eyes thinking about kneeling under Soaps desk sucking him of. Thinking of ways how he could make Soap stop his paperwork to fuck him properly. When Ghost finds his prostate he's letting out a loud moan that is echoing in the bathroom. And it's somehow still not enough and Ghost is getting desbrate. "Please Soap, I need your dick so badly", Ghost crys out while tears are start filling up his eyes.

Soaps last rest of restrain snaps when Ghost is begging for his dick. He quickly strips down and opens the bathroom door a silent as possible. The picture he's seeing makes him gasp and leak precum. Ghost is leaning against the shower wall a few fingers in his ass other hand on his dick. Somehow Soap is getting even harder and some part of his brain just turns off. All he thinks about Simon and how to get him under him, make him scream his name, claim him. Soap steps in the shower kissing Simon. When he's finished he leans forward to growl in Ghost ear. "You know if you just had waited till the phone call is over you could have my dick in your ass by now." Ghost just moans helpless, blushing hard. "You always blush like this?" Ghost is resting his head against Soaps shoulder the hand that is on his dick moving on Soaps arm. "Just you." He mumbles in Soaps skin. "What was that?" Soap wispers in his ear needing to hear it again. "It's just you, nobody makes me blush this hard or horny." Soap makes a smug expression to this revelation, the Ghost, the legend of the SAS blushes just for him, it makes Soap feels drunk on euphoria. "Well I gues I should make sure that it stays like this."

"Well I gues I should make sure that it stays like this." Soap is whispering directly in his ear. The hairs on Ghost neck at standig up and he gasps. His cheeks are burning and he hides his face in the Soaps neck. Soaps hands start wandering his body and it feels like his skin is on fire. "Please, Soap." He whines, he needed more, he needed to come. "Please what?" "Need.. fuck I want you." Soap is grapping his ass and Ghost claws Soaps arm as his knees start to strugel to suport his weight. "Yeah? Want me to fuck you in the shower. Though about this in my Office?" "No... I yes please, I.." Ghost brain is short-circuiting, we just want Soap to touch him, to fuck him not carrying he has no lube in the bathroom. Soap is laughing, kneeling Ghost ass. "So you thought about something else then?. Soap is slowly pushing two of his fingers to the three of Ghost own up his ass. "Ah Soap.." Ghost moans out clinging to Soap as his knees give out at the sensation of beeing stretched like this. "Tell me, Simon and I will make you scream." Soap wispers in his ear and Ghost shakes his head. He can't tell Soap this, but his brain is so filled with waves of pleasure that he can't come up with a lie. "Come on, be my good boy." Soap says and Ghost feels how tears are filling his eyes. "I can't, it's not.. ahhh Soap I fuck... I ahh..", Soap is moving his fingers and pressing against his prostate over and over again, humming to get Ghost to tell him. ".. I was thinking off ahh... You." Soaps hand stops moving. "How you fuck me in your office bent over the desk", Ghost spills out breathless and a loud moan leaves his mouth when Soap bites in his shoulder. Suddenly Ghost feels how his face gets prest in to the wall. "Thinking about this right under my nose. How long you think about this?" Soap acusses him in a deep rumbel. "Months", Ghost moans when he feels Soaps dick rubbing along his ass. "Please Soap, I want it so bad", Ghost begs, the embarrassment that he would feel for begging is numbed by his arousal.

"Please Soap, I want it so bad", Soap feels like some punshed him in the chest. "Fuck, Simon, can't say thinks like that. The show nearly ended before it really began." Now Soap realise they are lagging a quite important think, lube. "Tell me there is lube in this bathroom." "No, I... I usally dont need it in here." Ghost sounds absolute embarrassed about this, removing his fingers from his ass. Soap bites his lips while thinking about the options they have. He dont want to raw dog Ghost and water is such a teribbel substitute. One of Soaps hands sneak on to Simons dick stroking him in a fast rythem. "Soap not enough", Ghost whines, tears running down his face. God Ghost looks so fucking pretty. "Comon show me what a good boy you are for me. I will give you what you need", Soap pures in Ghost ear while he starts abusing Ghost prostate. And Ghost moans against the wall as he finally comes. "Such a good boy, for me. So pretty for me. So perfect for me", Soap wispers in directly in Ghost ear. Hes keep strocking Ghost trying to get as much cum as he can out of him and on his hand. Ghost breath is short and fast, he needs the wall to suport himself and looking fucked out. Soap carefull not to wash Ghost cum from his fingers changes the hand that is up Ghost ass, ussing the cum as lube, while streaching him out. Ghost looks blissed out over his shoulder tears are starting to build up again. "Soap, more", Ghost wispers over the sound of the shower. "So greedy arent you?", Soap chuckels. "Not greedy, just want what Im prommised", Ghost slurs and Soap foundly smiles. When Soap thinks that he prepped Ghost good enough he pulls his fingers out. "Ready?" he ask before starting to kiss Ghost neck. Knowing with Ghost mask as a cover up he can leave as many and big marks on him as he pleases. "Yes" Ghost answers the question between moans. Soap grabs Ghost hips to hold him still while hes pushing in. Soap moans in Ghosts neck, when half of his length is in. "Fuck, you're taking me so well", Soap wispers, before he start rocking back and forth. Everytime he pushes in he gets deeper in to Ghost, while Ghost moans grow louder with each push. Ghost put one of his hands to muffel his moans. "God, i need to find a place where you can scream as loud as you want", Soap moans and this words make Ghost push his ass against Soap.

It's so unfair, Soap so easly pushing all his bottons, using words out of Ghost fantasys against him. Soap is panting directly against his neck, his forhead resting against Ghost head. "Soap?", Ghost ask when Soap stops his movement, he only gets heavy breathing as an answer. "Need a moment, your so fucking tight", Soap says after some time and Ghost dont want to wait a moment, starting moving his hips. The frigtion is delicious even if its arkward ancel. Soap is cursing in his hair stopping his movement with his hands. "Your such a brat, trying to get what you want when you want it, dont you?" Soap growls in Ghost ear. "Please, Soap", Ghost whines annyoed that he lost the stimulation. "Can't just move when i try to hold back." "Then you clearly have a stamina problems when you can't last after you just enter someone.", Ghost says smugly a grin on his face and a chalenging look in his eyes. "Oh, I have enough stamina for you." "All talk no act.. AHH." Ghost can't finish his sentence because Soap starts to move. "God I will make sure you stop talking back, when I'm finished", Soap says in a deep voice, that makes Ghost shiver. Do to the shower still running Soap nearly misses that tears are running down Ghost face. "You good?", he ask before he start kissing Ghost neck. "Yeah, I'm good", Ghost answers confused, about Soap behaviour change. "Just wanted to make sure, that you don't cry because you're hurt", Soap reassures him before kissing him, that's when Ghost noticed that there are hot tears running down his face. Soap is really breaking all of Ghost walls down. And Ghost let's him, let's him pin him against the wall, let's him fuck him, screams for him, wants more, needs this, craves this. "So..ap" Ghost moans broken, his voice is hoarse, tears steaming down his face. And Soap seems to be just a gone as Ghost is. His eyes are glossed over as the only think he can about is fucking Ghost. Soap is moving one of his hands from Simons hips to his throat squeezing a bit and Ghost legs can't suport him anymore. If Soap hadn't had a iron grip on his hip he would just slide down the wall.

All Soap is thinking about is that he needs to fuck Ghost so good he will come back. The pace he set is hard and fast, merciless. He feels how Ghost stugels to stay on his feet. He squeeze Ghost throat from time to time feeling how Ghost is reacting its addicting. He kisses and bits all over Ghost neck, starting to use his own bodyweight to suport Ghost who is clearly struggling. He feels how he getting closer and closer to his orgasam, he's wanting it so badly and not wanting to stop. "John, I'm close." Ghost moans loudly wich make Soap move his hand from Ghost throat to his mouth over the on Ghost is failing to use to muffel his noises. Simon is comming untouched his cum landing on the wall and he's also getting impossible tight, pulling Soap with him over the edge. Soap is bitting down on Ghost shoulder to muffel himself, blacking out for a bit, tasting blood in his mouth. Ghost is letting out a high-pitched wimper. They stand there pressed against eachother, catching their breaths. "Sorry", Soap apologies for the bite wound that Ghost now has. Ghost who already exhausted from the mission struggles to stay awake Soap literally fucked his rest energy out. "Was that enough stamina for you?", Soap just can't keep the question to himself l, feeling proud about his achievement to make Ghost come with just his dick. "Next time.. next time we do this in a bed", Ghost wispers. "So you want a next time?" Soap ask smug. "Can't really judge your alleged stamina if I'm fresh of a long mission can I?" "Sure Simon." Siap just answers kissing Ghost check over and over again. When Soap pulls out Ghost makes a displeased whine, cum starts running down his inner thighs. "Let's get you cleaned up and in your bed, Sop sugest and Ghost just nods slowly, struggling to stay awake.

Getting them dry is unnecessary difficult because Ghost decides to just burry his face in the crock of Soap neck and leaning on him heavily. Somehow they make to Ghost bed. Ghost just pushes Soap on the bed so he can use Soaps chest as a pillow falling asleep nearly instantly. Not carrying that there is still very important work in Soaps office. It's warm and save in his Captians arms.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #Captian MacTravish #they finally fuck #why did i make this so long #this was only supposed to be 2-3 parts #soap x ghost #soap cod #soapghost #ghost cod #ghostsoap #bottom Ghost #top soap #they dont talk about feelings #idiots in love

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michaelthejesse · 8 months

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“Hey, L.T, down fer sum karaoke?”

“Nauh, not really.”

You’ve gotta love them. (Search Ghost and Soap karaoke on YouTube)

Edit: I FORGOT SOAPS CHIN SCAR AGAIN LAWD SAVE ME

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 year

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Soap tells Ghost that he loves fishing.

So Ghost being the good friend that he is (he's so in love it makes him look stupid) takes Soap fishing to a place he knows.

He's, however, not ready for Soap style of fishing

Wich involve a lot of... dynamite

#they still have the time of their lives #Soap spends the whole day geeking about the properties of dynamite and how it works under water #Ghost is just staring baffled fo awhile #but then shrugs and is like 'sure why the fuck not'#listen i am a firm believer that they like to fuck around with their especialities when bored #so Soap builds bombs that only explode when contact #throws them at the air and Ghost shoots them at a distance making a show of explosions #Ghost falls a little more in love with soap after the fishing trip btw #he's just like 'i love this fucking idiot so much'#and So does Soap if I'm being honest #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty soap #call of duty ghost #call of duty #john soap mctavish #simon ghost riley #ghost/soap #ghostsoap #soap/ghost #soapghost #manyrambles #too many thoughts #Oh! johnny files this day on his journal as 'one of the best dates he's had'#they're both dancing around their feelings but! they both consider this a date

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sairee · 10 months

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Are we really just acquaintances? (Ghost x Soap)

Part 2 of this.

Excerpt from chapter 4 of Don’t Let Me Go on ao3.

(word count: 689)

Context: Soap and Gaz were playing slap rock, paper, scissors and Ghost secretly helped Soap win.

Ghost doesn’t have any friends. Soap doesn’t believe this.

(GHOST POV)

By the early evening, Ghost found himself sitting at the base of a set of stairs attached to one of the far buildings and watching the sun set. Tonight it was a brilliant mix of purple, pink, and blue stretching across the skyline. He was enjoying being alone until he suddenly no longer was.

“You have been quite the one hard one to find today,” a voice called out from behind Ghost.

Soap. Ghost heard his footsteps coming down the stairs and the Sergeant stopped to stand next to him.

“I’ve been purposefully avoiding you, Johnny,” Ghost replied sarcastically.

“Of course,” Soap said sitting down with a light grunt. “because, ‘friendship is not in the field manual.’”

Ghost remained silent.

“But you don’t really believe the things you say, do you?” Soap continued, a touch of fake innocent to his words.

“What are you saying?” Ghost asked with a warning tone that Soap pointedly ignored.

“Why would an acquaintance cheat to help another acquaintance win a game?”

“It was entertaining to watch you two hit each other.”

“So… purely for selfish reasons…”

“Affirmative.”

Soap shook his head. “There you go again, saying things I don’t think you believe.”

This made Ghost feel defensive.

“It was a simple pattern. I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner.”

“It’s true you figured out the pattern, but the other half – which is just as important – is reading the other person. Did you notice that Gaz would often shift his foot when he thought I was going to repeat the same sign?” Ghost could not admit he had. “It’s also trying to throw them off your own tells. It’s about the mind games. Which I’m sure you have a lot of experience with.”

Soap said the last line quieter and seemingly to himself. This annoyed Ghost further.

“As I recall, you also said that that mask making was not in the field manual,” Ghost bit back.

“Yeah! Who wrote this thing anyway?” Soap joked. “Seems…archaic. Could use a few updates.”

As Soap chuckled, Ghost shook his head, letting the tension dissipate. That was always something Soap was really good at. He was a smooth talker. He was quick to find out information, calm down a room, or resolve conflict. He could talk himself into, and subsequently out of, any situation.

Ghost was a shoot first ask questions later type of person – he needed action. Hiding behind his cold demeanour made it easier to avoid failing at being personable. It was simply easier to do his job this way.

Except when people like Soap were around.

“Speaking of masks,” Soap said lightly, “this one’s new.”

Shit. Ghost had forgotten to change masks when he woke up this morning. Soap raised his hand to the back of Ghost’s mask, his finger tracing down the edge of the tear. Ghost thought about swatting his hand away but just rolled his eyes instead.

“It’s seen better days.”

“Now would an acquaintance notice something like that?” Soap said, teasing Ghost with a smirk. Rather than getting annoyed again, Ghost suddenly got the urge to be serious.

“Careful Johnny,” he said earnestly. “In our line of work, that’s a liability. You know where it leads? Pain. And bad judgment that leads to more death and pain. I don’t get close enough to anyone so that way I won’t have to go to their funeral when they inevitably die.”

Soap was silent for a moment contemplating what Ghost said.

“That seems lonely,” Soap said softly.

“I work better alone.”

“We both know that’s not true…”

With a pinched smile and a slow nod, Soap pressed down against his knees to stand up. He took a few steps before turning around to face Ghost again. Soap scrunched up his face. “We’re friends, Lt.,” he stated assuredly. “Whether you want to be or not…”

With that, Soap turned back around and walked back up the steps.

Ghost scoffed. He didn’t have friends; it was a stupid decision strategically. He had allies. He had those he could trust and those he could eliminate. That was it.

Still the words stuck in his head.

Read on ao3.

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