#fuck u. *softens up ur military men*
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You want Soapghost asks, you get them… headcanons, share. It’s my favorite thing to ask bc we’re all so creative and I love it.
oh I used to make a whole tiktok series on this so I’m happy to oblige.
- Most ppl make Soap the picky eater but I actually think the opposite. (No hate to the ppl who do obviously). Ghost is the picky eater. Outside of missions, he’s very meticulous about what he eats. He doesn’t like certain textures and if it has a weird aftertaste he won’t eat it. Soap however, will eat anything you put in front of him like dog
- Soap has a thing for bad boys and always had. Any man that screams elusive and dangerous, he gets infatuated with. So he’s not at all surprised by his crush on Ghost. He does get surprised by him falling in love with Ghost, though. He’s had a strict no allowing himself to fall in love rule after he had joined the military, afraid of leaving someone behind. So in a way, both Soap and Ghost were each others exceptions when it comes to falling in love.
- Ghost is one clingy mf. Sometimes, if Soap is sketching something or watching tv, he’ll take the object from his hands and toss it to the side before settling onto his lap, pulling him in for a cuddling session. Soap calls it “dedicated to Simon time.” Each time the Scot just laughs lightly and hugs him tightly. This only happens when they’re alone tho.
- They try to keep their relationship a secret for as long as possible and it’s actually Rudy that ends up clocking them on it. Alejandro and Rudy had come down for a visit. Rudy took one look at them and said, “Glad to see you finally got together.” This causes both Price and Gaz to look over at them in confusion.
- Soap actually cut his hair into a Mohawk for two reasons. 1) it looked cool and his parents always told him no to it growing up. 2) he has a terrible habit of tugging at his hair aggressively when he’s stressed and had originally planned to cut it all off in a buzz cut but couldn’t fully let go of his hair. It’s harder to rip at like this.
- they are always in each others spaces. if soap is standing, you’ll find ghost pressed up behind him as he talks to someone. If ghost is somewhere you can guarantee you’ll see soap right next to him
- Ghost gets man flu. Badly. ghost whenever he’s sick and will spend the whole time complaining and latching onto Soap
- Although Soap will eat anything you put in front of him, if there’s a sudden hard object in his food or a weird crunch, he’ll convince himself it’s a bug or bones and will be unable to finish it.
- Price had caught onto Ghost’s feelings as soon as he had heard Soap switch from “Mactavish” “Sergeant” or “Soap” to “Johnny.”
- They communicate sometimes via tapping or squeezing Morse code into each others limbs. This is both on missions and when they’re around their friends. Bonus if this is what gets them together.
- Ghost tends to shut himself away and hide when he has a breakdown. Soap is always able to find him.
- Soap apologizes a lot when he’s breaking down. Ghost reassures him it’s okay and that he doesn’t have to apologize.
- Ghost is a really attentive boyfriend. He puts his all into loving Johnny, even if scares him. He tries every day to fight against his trauma that’s begging him to run and hide. When they first started nearing more than friends, Ghost tried his best to stay away but just couldn’t. He never was toxic to Soap. Just tried to emotionally and mentally distance himself by trying to spend a more normal amount of time with him where he tried to be more friendly than lowkey flirty. Nothing worked. So then he figured if he was going to do this, he’ll treat it like he treats a mission and give it his best shot at succeeding. Be the best he can be in his role. They have a very healthy relationship bc of it.
- Soap has two sisters. One older (by only a year. He was an oops baby as she loves to tell him) and one younger (by two years). His older sister has always been overprotective over him. She’s headstrong and practically helped their mother raise the two younger siblings since their father was always working. His younger sister is more on the shy side. She’s very quiet. Doesn’t defend herself much. She likes music and art and is actually a famous violin player. His older sister is a stay at home mom to two wonderful children. An elder boy and a girl. She named the girl after Soap bc she said said she reminded her so much of him as a baby. Her name is Johnna. Soap thinks it’s because she was born after he just left their house for a slightly longer leave.
- My friend hammy and I actually both have this one. Ghost likes photography. He takes pictures of his loved ones off guard with a Polaroid camera and keeps them in a fire proof box underneath his bed. He does this bc he really has nothing to remember his original family by, so he tries his best to keep memoirs of his found one. Soap takes up a majority of them.
- Sometimes if Soap isn’t paying attention to him when they’re on leave, Ghost will just straight up pick him up and haul him over his shoulder to bring him wherever he wants to go. Soap always loudly protests about this but let’s him do it anyways.
- Ghost is gay and demisexual. Soap is bi with a heavy male lean.
#I refuse to believe they’re not canocally in love#I love them so bad#I will forever make them soft#ur honor. them.#takes ur military men who’ve committed war crimes and makes them fall in love#fuck u. *softens up ur military men*#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap
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an excerpt from a chatfic i'm writing
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Hammer and Dickle {√}
@USSR
@Japan 3 am, 7/11 parking lot, boring, oregon, usa, bring your battle axe and a box of matches, be fully prepared to meet god face-to-face.
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neeneepapa @oksweaty
@USSR the owner of this account: *brandon rogers voice* Donovan! Meet me on my island at 5 O'clock. Pack my battleaxe and my poetry and be prepared to abandon your religion.
ugh @lordie
@USSR okay but why tf did they pick boring oregon of all places.
sit on my face @lickmybaugette
@USSR vibe check
Furry @Japan
@USSR why do i need matches. also if ur not actually there and i just spent money on a plane ticket i stg im gonna break your teeth
[Image: A crisp picture of the clouds and deep twilight sky outside of a plane window.]
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│ Hammer and Dickle @USSR
│@Japan you need matches because we're going to set our weapons on fire like civilized people. im bringing the gasoline. meri is gonna spectate. also.
[Image: A slightly blurry image- The photographer was clearly laughing- of a man in a heavy winter coat squatting underneath a "Welcome to Boring, Oregon" sign. His skin is bright red, and an eyepatch with a hammer and sickle is over his right eye. His hand is below his waist, making an "Okay" sign.]
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│ Furry @Japan
│@USSR I don't trust him to spectate. he'll probably be biased towards you, smh.
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│ Homosexual Homosapien @America
│@Japan girl no. beat his ass please and thank u.
Furry {√}
@Japan
they didn't let me bring my battleaxe on the plane smh. anyone know of any... like... battle axe stores in oregon,,, or,,,,
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errebody @rockyobody
@Japan i gotchu fam. there's a store in kelso (near boring) that sells antique weapons and junk. im sure there's a battle axe in there somewhere
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│ Furry @Japan
│@rockyobody there better be. im coming for you if there isnt
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│ errebody @rockyobody
│@Japan gay fear
Someone Please Snipe Me {√}
@Germany
In honor of my friend @Japan going to fight one of my least favorite people in the world, I have opted to pressure her into live-streaming her Totally Radical Super Cool™ Fight on Twitch. Uhhhh here's a link I guess: Link
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Furry @Japan
@Germany "pressure" is right. little rat said he'd send his boyfriend after me if i didn't do what i wanted. i would like to keep my ankles, so i complied.
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│ Kurwa @Poland
│@Japan I hate you too boo xoxo
Furry {√}
@Japan
insert funny text here
[Images: The first image is of the "Welcome to Boring, Oregon" sign. The second image is off a pair of black sneakers kicking a pair of footprints in the dirt underneath the sign. The third image is of a woman in a full black outfit -Black shoes, black jeans, black hoodie, and black beanie- sitting on the ground in the same spot where the man from earlier was. Both middle fingers are straight up, though there is a wide grin on her face.]
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[A Twitch stream comes to life. On the screen, a pair of black-sneaker-covered feet is quickly striding down a paved road. "Kon'nichiwa," A high-pitched voice begins, "And welcome to... Hell." The camera flicks upwards sharply, showing a neon-lit 7/11 gas station, sharply outlined against the pitch-black night sky. There are only two cars in the parking lot. One is a dirty red convertible Jeep in the employee's area; The other is a nondescript black car with the headlights still on and the engine still running.
The camera flips views. We're now met with a worm's-eye view of a snowy white face with a single red circle in the center. Bright yellow eyes sparkle with mirth as the woman fights back a grin. "So, for anyone who isn't aware, here's a summary of what's about to go down. My name is Japan, I'm an anthropomorphic country, and I'm about to absolutely destroy one of my fellow nations. Well, he's not a nation anymore, but still. He called me a name in the group chat, so I called him Old Man, so he took the obvious route and challenged me to a duel in a 7/11 parking lot. Ya'know, like you do."
Japan shakes her head and giggles. "Also, thank you oh so very much, Twitter user "rockyobody", for informing me of the antique weaponry shop in Kelso. They did indeed carry battle-axes." To punctuate her statement, Japan reaches over her shoulder and lifts the weapon attached to her back out of its holder by a few inches. "I have dubbed my newfound traveling companion Jerry, and he will take many a life in his time on this Earth."
A new voice cuts through the autumn air, strong and deep. "Did you bring the matches, девочка?" They demand. Japan changes the camera once again. Leaning against the black car are two men- One is short and chunky, with round cheeks and long, fluffy hair. 7 red stripes and 6 white, broken only by a square of blue dotted with stars, are emblazed on his face. A white hoodie with the words Designated Peacekeeper is quickly thrown onto him when he sees Japan approach. He flashes her a smile and raises one hand in a wave.
The other man is incredibly tall, almost unnaturally so. A long, military green winter coat hangs loosely from his body- It obviously used to fit him a lot better, maybe when he was wider, or more muscular. His face is scarred and weather-beaten, a leather eyepatch over his right eye. A hammer and sickle, golden and gleaming, sits neatly in the center of the leather. A fluffy brown ushanka is slightly lopsided on his head.
"Well?" He questions. He was the one who spoke before; A harsh accent cuts through his words.
Japan responds by raising a small box of matches in front of the camera. "I gotch'yo damn matches, 老人." She snarks back. The taller man raises a single eyebrow and pushes himself off of the car. "'Meri, pop the trunk," He demands. 'Meri', looking taken aback, steps away from the car and crosses his arm. "Do it'cha self, ya lazy bastard."
Despite the insults, his companion gives him a warm smile and slips around the back of the car. Japan joins them in the parking lot before he comes back around. "So, Ame, he really managed to rope you into moderating this?" She gestures to his hoodie. He chuckles light-heartedly and nods. "Yeah. You wouldn't believe the things he told me when I originally declined."
Japan snorts. "I can believe a lot of things, America."
"At first it was the regular bouts of loving insults, but then it dissolved into really weird nicknames."
"Like?"
"Like 'My little biscuit and gravy'."
"...What?"
America just laughs and waves away the question. "What's taking you so long, sugah?" He drawls, twisting at an odd angle to lean back and glance at the trunk of the car. There's a moment of silence before the man he's addressing mutters, "My... weapon... maybe a bit stuck."
Japan and America both giggle to each other for a few heartbeats before America cooes, "Does this mean we're going home, dear?" The slightly angry response is immediate. "Absolutely not, дорогой," The man spits, appearing at Japan's shoulder. "'Proper edicit', as you so often say, dictates that, as the man who called for the duel, I am not allowed to back out, even if my sword is stuck in the trunk."
"You made me bring a whole fuckin' axe when you get a sword? Sov, my good man, you are an ass."
'Sov' chortles and pats Japan on the head. "Such is life, девочка. You would have an unfair advantage if I let you bring what you wanted. You have no experience with a battle-axe; I have no experience with a sword. It is therefore a fair fight." He ruffles her hair a bit before turning back to America. "In all seriousness, the sword is probably tearing up the fabric on the inside of your trunk." He announces. America swears in a few different languages as he sprints to the other end of his car.
There's a small chime as the door to the 7/11 opens. A pimple-faced teenager peeks his head out. "Hey, uhm- I have no idea what's happening right now, but, uh... I don't think you guys are allowed to have weapons on the property." He nods towards America, who's struggling to rip the sword of out the spot where it's lodged itself in his trunk.
Japan quirks a brow and crosses her arms. Her phone goes a bit lopsided as she does so. "Oh?" Is all she says. She could possibly look intimidating, but the effect, evidently, isn't very strong, as the teen gives her an unamused look. "Yeah. I could possibly over-look that fact if you guys were to, like... scare away any customers who try to approach for a little bit, though..." He trails off and slips back inside the store. Japan scoffs. "Rude."
There's a loud yell of "Fuck!" from the next to where America should be- He's currently on the ground, a sword in his lap. "You're paying for the repairs to my poor car," He snaps, gesturing to the bits of fabric stuck to the sword's blade. Sov's face softens a bit. "I was planning on doing just that," He remarks, moving to help America to his feet. The Westerner blows a bit of hair out of his face once he's on his feet. "This had better be worth it."
"Oh, it will be," Sov says, the steely look returning to him. He picks up the blade clumsily and holds it with clear inexperience. America sighs softly and squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment. "God, this is gonna be hard to watch. You can't even hold the sword right."
Sov looks confused. "There's a wrong way to hold a sword?"
"There's a wrong way to do everything, hon."
Japan grins with a sickly-sweetness and sets her phone onto a newspaper box, positioning it to take in the whole parking lot. She steps onto the far right, Sov standing opposite her on the other side. America scurries over to in-between the gas pumps, a chunk of fabric tied to a stick clutched in his hand. "Alright, I want to see a fuckin' dirty fight," He begins, looking first at Japan, then at Sov. "Frickin' bite each other if you have to. I want to see some blood. Japan, you marked your stream as mature, right?"
"Uh..."
"Dumbass, go do that."
Japan reluctantly complies, marching over to her phone. "Alright, I'm gonna stop the stream and start up a new one marked mature. If you want to watch the actual fight, you'll need to go to that one. See you in a few seconds, lads."
The stream ends]
[A new stream opens up on the parking lot again. Japan is back in her original spot, standing rather cockily, her arms crossed behind her back, her spine straight, slightly tip-toed. America clears his throat. "Alright, like I said earlier- Dirty fight. Nothing is illegal, aside from injuring anyone or anything that isn't your opponent. That includes me, the 7/11 worker, an animal that passes by, a gas pump, a tire on a car, anything."
"Fighters, get ready."
Japan suddenly smirks and slips the battle-axe into her hands with ease. "It was bold of you to assume I had no experience with a battle-axe before, Sov." She comments, getting into an offensive stance. Sov goes slack for a moment before resuming his own way of standing with renewed vigor. "...This is fine," He mutters distractedly. Japan's grin only widens.
"And... Go!"
America flicks his flag down, and the fight begins. Japan shoots forward first, swinging in a downward slope towards Sov's legs. Sov jumps backward and jolts his arms into action, barely managing to block Japan's next move. He starts to loudly swear to himself as he continued to struggle to go on the defensive, cursing himself, the ground, the sky, Japan, and even America. "Сукин сын!" He yelps as Japan spins on her heel, around him, and cuts through the fabric of his coat, through to his thigh. The green starts to turn red as the wound begins to bleed.
Sov just shrugs off the coat and tosses it aside. Underneath, he's wearing a black turtleneck and dark grey jeans, as well as black leather boots that stop just below his knees. America lets out a low whistle.
Japan laughs a bit and starts to jog backwards, towards her original spot. "Bad move, 老人," She snarks. Sov growls a bit and bolts after her. She slips past each of his swings like sand through someone's fingers, leading him in a circle before booking it back towards America's car. The Westerner yelps in fear for his vehicle, but Japan emerges from behind it not a moment later, a jug of gasoline in her hands. She runs away from the parking lot and out into the darkness.
"Мошенника!" Sov yells, coming to a stop. He stands there for a moment, panting, before a bright flash from the opposite end of the parking lot has him spinning and raising his sword in defense. Japan appears in the black, her weapon now (quite literally) dripping with flames as she spits on a match and puts it out. "Let's get this party started," She hisses, hefting her axe. The flaming gasoline seems to not affect her as she grips the blazing handle and charges at Sov.
Her opponent stumbles in an attempt to get away, cursing in an odd mix of English, Russian, and, occasionally, Chinese, almost dropping his weapon with how quickly he's attempting to block her attacks.
"Y'know," Japan chokes out, beads of sweat running down her skin, causing her hair to stick to the back of her neck, "I'm glad I put my phone on silent beforehand. If- If it was on vibrate, I can imagine it would have vibrated off of the stand by now."She finishes her sentence with a grunt and her axe makes contact with Sov's arm, causing the man to let out a small noise of pain. Japan wretches herself back, tripping over her own feet from the weight of the weapon. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sov mutters, clutching at his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Japan smirks. "Had enough?"
"You wish, Potter," America chuckles to himself.
"What is this, a porno?" Sov spits.
Japan starts to giggle as she momentarily drops her axe. "God, this is tiring, I haven't fought anyone in a while."
Sov makes an attempt to lift his sword, but gasps as his wounded arm seizes up. "Shit, Japan- Okay. We're both tired. I'm bleeding out of my ass and my arm. Are- Will you hold it against me if I... Surrender, I suppose? I'm far too old and sick for this."
Japan stands in silence for a few seconds before sighing heavily and nodding. She plops down onto the ground rather suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut. "I won't hold it against you."
"Good," Sov grunts, sitting down as well. America pauses before letting out a long, dramatic groan and waving his flag. "Fight's over, I suppose," He whines, marching over to Sov. "That was anti-climactic as balls," He mutters as soon as he's close enough to his friend. Sov nods distractedly. "Indeed it was. Be glad she didn't kill me- Then you'd have to explain a dead body to the poor boy in the store."
"Oh yeah. I forgot about him."
"Hah, same."
The rest of the stream passes in relative silence as Japan sits on the pavement to rest. America is bandaging Sov's arm, muttering insults as well as cutesy nicknames as he does so. After around ten or so minutes of mostly nothing, Japan slides her gaze over to her phone, makes a small noise of surprise, hauls herself to her feet, strides over, and ends the stream.]
#countryhumans#countryhuman#countryhumans america#countryhumans japan#countryhumans ussr#countryhumans germany#(but only briefly)#countryhuman america#countryhuman japan#countryhuman ussr#writing#my writing#my stuff#the whole chatfic is on both wattpad and a03 (i have the sam username on both)
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