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00ops1e · 10 months

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taskforce 141 + könig x sick! reader

warnings: emetophobia trigger warning, mentions of puking/being sick, fluff, hurt/comfort maybe??, not proofread a/n: omg here it is. the first cod thing ive written! but not actually theres some filth hiding in my documents. this is totally lowkey a self insert. geared towards female! reader but if you squint at the petnames could be gn. i've been so so sick lately and tbh scares me a lil but what cant be fixed by fictional men?? nothing.

Ghost

A little bit of a germaphobe

Will take off his mask, but replace it with a medical mask

Only so he can still hold you, just with a peace of mind

He does NOT want to get sick too

Because then how could he take care of you?

Always has a puke bowl at the ready

Orders your favorite takeout, even if you don’t feel like eating

Because hes a firm believer in leftovers.

Which may just be the cause of this

But you'd never tell him. poor man would get so guilty he had forgotten to throw it away.

Puts on a movie and lets you fall asleep on his chest

I feel like he’s a cold-blooded type of person, doesn’t generate much heat

but makes up for it in comfort

so many blankets

so so many.

Checks your temperature in your sleep

Lowkey counts respirations just to be sure

Makes sure you keep hydrated

Will bring you to urgent care if he’s really worried

No matter how much you protest!

Soap

Squeamish when it comes to throwing up

Will try his very best to stay with you, but sometimes ends up running from the room

Because the last thing he'd wanna do is gag at you

While hes ran away he gets a cold rag to press on your forehead, and clean you up a bit in the process

"yer hidin? awh bonnie i wasnt meanin' to embarrass ye" he says while taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his eyes

"sickness and health yeah? i wanna take care of you"

Insists on rubbing vicks/ vaporub on you

Not because hes a little perv (he is)

But because he loves you and the sniffles break his little heart

peppers kisses across your collarbones, vicks smell clogging his nose

but he’s too focused on the goosebumps that rise on your skin, your little shivers

“Awh, my poor sick lass,”

Constantly checking for a fever

Forcing you to stay in bed, even after you feel better, “not takin chances, rest up.”

this man on the other hand is a human space heater

throwing a blanket on and off the two of you, getting too hot and then shortly after too cold.

not as convenient when it’s hot out lol

head rubs

Gaz

Tries to bring you to a doctor/ urgent care immediatley

Will try to call an ambulance over a slight fever

Stocks up on pedialyte/makes sure youre hydrated

Cuddles constantly, does not care if he catches anything

loves being the big spoon so he can lay in the crook of your neck and still hold onto you tight

Has extra blankets on deck

entertains you with silly little jokes

but then apologizes while giggling because you laughed so hard it hurt a little.

Will feed you cold medicine/tums

teases you when you complain about taking them

“i don’t need you gettin any grumpier love”

Will hold back your hair/ stroke your back while youre getting sick

gets offended when you get embarrassed about it

“are you judging my girl?” he teases you

Tries his best to cook, but lowkey fails miserably

Resorts to cup of noodles and lipton packets.

Price

Such dad vibes

Will make soup or other comfort foods from scratch

And his cooking skills are unmatched

Runs you a shower/bath and washes your hair for you

back rubs and massages

pressing small kisses to your shoulders as he works

also a human heater but not too hot, just the perfect temperature

also just the perfect shape to spoon you, cradling every inch of your body

“I hate it when my baby’s sick,” he says, rubbing soft circles into your side

Doesnt even have to make a pharmacy run because hes so well prepared

Feeds you medicine, on the dot, every few hours after it wears off

(he totally sets reminders in his phone. [typing like an old person with reading glasses on])

Will stay in bed all day with you, quietly typing and mumbling to himself while you nap at his side

occasionally leaning down to kiss your forehead while he works

the computer goes away as soon as you wake up

"how're you feeling princess?"

loves having you in his arms, pulled close to his chest

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch (bridal style ofc)

Will hold your hair back, refuses to leave your side

“Of course youre not gross darling, we all get sick,”

Konig

rubs your back as you're hunched over the toilet

will sit down with you on the floor, back up against the bathtub when its too much of a risk to leave the bathroom

just wants to keep you company :(

"take as long as you need, liebling"

fills up the tub while still convincing you to get in

he promises you'll feel better after

caves and offers to join you as a last resort to get you cleaned up

Long baths, cuddling in the warm water

Letting the steam clear your sinus

Brushes and braids your hair

when you start feeling better but are still running a fever, hes worried.

but youre dealing with a burst of energy and simply must start with the housework

konig will put you over his shoulder and escort you back to bed

will paint your nails in bed to entertain you, anything to keep you still and in bed

Lets you put your cold feet on him, but only when you dont feel good

totally unprepared because i feel like this man has an immune system of steel

makes a quick pharmacy run, but has to call you for the shopping list bc oops he forgot

depending on how sick you are, lets you come along for the ride

“promise you’ll stay in the car ja?”

always returns with a sweet little treat or small gift/toy for you

“gesundheit!” as he chuckles at your sneeze

jokes that maybe he should put a mask on you

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mangoguy · 3 months

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"Map out the question"

John "Soap" MacTavish(2022) x GN! Reader

Warnings: none just fluff, never wrote for a Scottish accent before

Johnny goes a bit extra when popping the question. Use of prompt 12!

For @glitterypirateduck Soap It Up challenge.

"I'm going to marry ye'"

That was what Johnny said one year into your relationship, you talked about it before and agreed you both liked to get married someday. But you thought he wasn't being totally serious about it considering his friend, Kyle, recently proposed to his partner. But then he couldn't stop mentioning it at least once every month and said he had it all planned out. Again you thought he wasn't being serious...

Another 6 months pass, and he's been quiet about the topic for the last few months. Summer was when he normally went on his yearly biking trip across Scotland (when he wasn't on deployment), and this year was no different. Unfortunately, you couldn't go though you weren't too hung up on it, considering the last time you tried biking with the guy, you almost "died" as you put it.

"So over dramatic," he muses.

You did promise to meet him on the last day of his journey which he seemed to prefer since he said he had a surprise. Claiming it was going to 'knock your socks off.'

"What would that be, you all sweaty and out of breath? Not much of a surprise Johnny," you snickered, deciding to give him a hard time.

"Har har, I guess ye' will just have tae wait and find out," he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You better take lots of photos and videos," you playfully threatened.

"Aye, I will... I definitely will."

That was a month ago, it was the last day of his journey as he was set to meet you in Glasgow today. You were waiting by the waterside, a bit anxious for his arrival when you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw him in all his glory, he looked triumphantly at you as you ran over and brought him into a bear hug.

"Miss ye' too," he mumbled into your shoulder, hugging you tightly in one arm while holding his bike with the other.

"How was it? I can see you got a few scrapes..." You pulled back and examined him, grimacing slightly at his legs.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it was great! Loved seeing the scenery again" he grinned before kissing your cheek. He placed his bike on the railing.

"So, what's that surprise you mentioned before you left? You were hyping it up before your trip," you chirped.

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there..." He paused before speaking again.

"I took some photos like ye' asked, wanna see them now?" He started fishing out his phone from his backpack. You nodded your head, smiling as he brought the phone into your hand. You started scrolling through the album. It was mostly pictures of the scenery he saw and the occasional selfie, but one particular photo caught your eye. It was a screenshot of what looked like a map of Scotland, but that's not what caught your eye. It was the words that were drawn on it.

'Marry me ❤️'

The next photo was of Johnny holding an engagement ring. You slowly brought the phone down and saw Johnny on one knee, holding out the same engagement ring that was in the photo.

"I wasn't joking y'know? I can't imagine my life with anyone else but ye'... yer so beautiful and I find myself lucky every day to have ye' in my life" he expressed, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. He seemed shy all of a sudden, fidgeting slightly out of nervousness. Despite this, his eyes were looking at you with so much love and hope.

You were quite speechless yourself, words escaped you for a moment. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from the overwhelming amount of love Johnny was pouring on you. You stared into his eyes before gathering your voice.

"Yes, I'll marry you! Is that even a question??" You beamed, feeling some tears fall but you had the biggest smile on your face. He had the biggest smile on his face as he stood up and delicately placed the ring on your finger, wiping the tears that continued to fall from your eyes.

"Wait... there's no way you went biking across the country just to spell that... right?" You asked.

"Of course I did! I took this very seriously besides I needed to make it memorable and if you still don't believe me I have a video," he explained, going back to the boyish grin he loved giving you.

"Oh, a video you say?" You smiled playfully but brought him closer to you, planting a few kisses on his face before finally kissing him on the lips.

"Well, I needed to one-up Kyle's proposal somehow..." he mumbled into the kiss.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me, MacTavish...

A/n: So this is my first official long fic on here! I really appreciate any feedback. I was inspired by this story I read about this dude who traveled across Japan and proposed to his partner via drawing out 'Marry me' with a GPS tracker and thought, hey Soap would totally be that extra lmao hope you enjoyed it!

Words: 798

#call of duty #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soapitup #johnsoapmactavish #fanfic #x reader #Guy.Writes

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naconaco · 2 months

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#CoD #CallofDuty #AlejandroVargas #JohnSoapMacTavish

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mandalover2023 · 15 days

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It's finally finished! I couldn't upload it yesterday because I was getting my driver's license! But hey, here it is! I hope you love it!

I had a great time doing this project and I definitely want to make stickers and more things with these designs…

If you are interested, stay tuned because I will soon give news and updates about my online store

PS: don't mind me and my ugly handwritting trying to do a watermark

#ghostsoap #soapghost #gazsoap #pricesoap #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish #johnprice #kylegazgarrick #callofdutymodernwarfare #callofdutymw2 #ghostxsoapfanart #ghostxsoap

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deadunderorbit · 11 months

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I fucking hate you, but I love you

ac: batmobiledits on tiktok

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radiantblog-cod · 4 months

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Soap snowman

Ghost has a new buddy, who can better speak english than soap....

#callofduty #callofdutymodernwarfare2 #codmw2 #SimonGhostRiley #JohnSoapMacTavish #SimonRiley #johnmactavish #cod #daz3d #myrender #myart #rendertime #render #simon ghost riley #codfanrender #john soap mactavish

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nymahjoie · 7 months

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Day four of kinktober '23, featuring f!yn, Gaz, Soap, and doubling up.

[ao3] / text in read below

Funny what a little too much alcohol in your system can do. You weren’t piss drunk, you still had your wits about you, but you wouldn’t be walking a straight line for at least a few hours. All happy, throwing a smile at anyone who moved within a three-foot radius of you. Just more pleasant, friendly, and giddy when inebriated.

So when your fellow sergeants suggest heading back to the lodgings a little early, you don’t complain. Inhibitions out the window and all, much like your clothes. Not literally, Soap hadn’t been that careless in his hasty removal of your top and pants. They were…somewhere on the floor of Gaz’s room. You hoped at least.

Not that you cared much for that now, not when you’re pressed chest to chest with Gaz, Soap knelt between you with his tongue working its way between your folds. A mixture of saliva and arousal trails down your thigh as Soap shifts your hips forward to get a better angle on you.

“Shit,” you breathe, dropping your head onto Gaz’s shoulder; the smell of vetiver and vanilla lingering there from his cologne.

“No, no, no,” he tuts and takes your face in his hands, lifting it back up, “Don’t hide. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

Pretty is one way to put it, face flushed with your eyes glazed over. If only Gaz had thought to keep his phone nearby so he could get a picture to keep for later when the three of you were separated. For now, he’d settle for a mental picture and enjoying you and the way you react to Soap’s tongue in the here and now. His eyes flicker down to where Soap’s tongue is working its magic. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through him, his own desire growing with each moan that escapes your lips.

Those beautiful expressions switch from brow-furrowed concentration to dazed unfocus when Soap’s mouth moves forward to seal around that little bundle of nerves, two fingers filling his tongue’s absence. Instantly you whine, weight leaning into Gaz as your legs briefly give way. Ever the gentleman, his arm snakes around your waist to help support your body.

“God, you are a sight right now, love,” he whispers into your hair, “Wish you could see what Johnny’s doing to you.” He presses gentle kisses to your neck, his stubble grazing against your skin. "You like that, don't you?"

The idea makes you moan and you can feel Soap’s grin as he draws another whine from you when pulls his mouth away and withdraws his fingers. “‘Nough teasin’. K, get down ‘ere.” He slips between your legs to sit behind you, one hand full of cheek while his slick fingers move two inches backward, making you gasp when one presses against the tight ring of muscle. Gaz obliges the other man, his kisses moving lower down your chest, stomach, and one final one below your navel before his mouth takes the place of Soap’s. With a mischievous grin, Soap continues to apply gentle pressure, slowly working his finger and tongue against the clenching entrance.

All you can do is choke back a rather embarrassing sound, fingers curling into Gaz’s coarse hair as they each take handfuls of your ass and thighs. You curse again, your body unsure of which direction it wants to rock, just knowing it wants more. Each twitch in one direction has a tongue chasing you in the opposite one until you’re not sure if you can remain standing on your own. The pressure in your core builds like a carbonated drink being slowly shaken up, but you don’t want the cap to be twisted off, not yet.

Being the needy thing you are, you want more. Crave more of them, never satisfied with just this. You tell the two men knelt around you as such (in so many words), tugging their heads away from your slick, sensitive skin by taking handfuls of their hair.

For a man of his build, Soap moves to stand with a quickness that could rival a competitive sprinter and removes his pants, not even bothering to wipe his mouth clean. Equally if not more eager to give you the contact you crave, clear in the way he captures your mouth with his. Hardening flesh ruts against the back of your thigh.

“Careful, Johnny. Don’t suffocate her.” Gaz sits back on his heels to look up at the two of you, his hands trailing up and down your thighs when your body tenses at the intrusion of the Scot’s fingers between your cheeks. For all his preparation, it’s still unexpected, though welcome once your brain convinces your muscles to relax.

“S’just payback for all the times she took my breath away tonight.” He chuckles, parting from your lips long enough to let you catch your breath before closing on you once again. Once satisfied that you can handle him, Soap’s fingers retreat to line himself up and slowly press in as his other hand rests on your back, guiding you to hinge forward. “Fuck. That’s it, lass. Just lean up on Kyle there, yeah?”

You nod, hands planted on Gaz’s shoulders for support and forehead to his. His hands settle onto your waist to draw soothing circles when your brow furrows at six inches finding themselves where they ought not to be. “Perfect, pretty thing. You’re doing amazing,” his lips find your temple, kissing it. “Think you can handle more?” Another nod accompanied by a whispered “Yes” from you is all the answer Gaz needs to help you back into a standing position, ass flush with the front of Soap’s hips.

His strong arms wrap around your waist to ease your weight off the ground so your legs can settle around Gaz’s middle when he stands. You groan at the change in pressure in your abdomen and your head falls back against Soap’s shoulder, head turning to press a series of needy kisses to his neck. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muses upon hearing the sweet moans that fill his ears as Gaz sinks into you, The two men hold you between them, sharing your weight, for a few moments, allowing you to get familiar with the feeling of them.

You finally lift your head and kiss them each in turn. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?” Soap asks, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Yeah,” you repeat back, giving your hips an experimental roll that causes your head to fall back again with a moan, “Amazing.”

They share a look and a silent nod before partially moving out, and then back in. Slow and easy movements until a rhythm is found that works for the three of you. Opposite time from the other, ensuring that at least one hole was filled fully while the other ached for more. Back and forth you rock between them; grunts, moans, and panting fill the otherwise silent space in these four walls.

You can feel the pressure building in your core again as they push and pull their way in and out of you, the fullness from their lengths making it difficult to concentrate on little else. They move faster, Gaz’s thumb finding your clit and rolling it in circles over the sensitive nerves while Soap’s teeth dig into your shoulder. Your moaned curses get louder and more desperate; the bottle being shaken to its breaking point until finally, the cap comes off. Your body tenses and spasms between them as they continue in their movements and your fingernails dig into Gaz’s arms, needing to find something to ground you as your orgasm overtakes your vision and heartrate muffles all other sounds.

Reality comes back to you only to feel hot spurts shooting onto your thigh as Gaz strokes out his own orgasm. You catch his scrunch face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss that muffles your moans as Soap continues to chase his own completion. A few more good thrusts and he finds it, filling you while planting wet kisses across the back of your shoulders and neck.

“Atta girl, you fuckin’ beautiful thing.”

“Did wonderful, love. Took us so well.”

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You’re a right mess.”

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nimozinee · 1 year

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did i read all the ghost comics because i think he's hot? yes.

have i played call of duty? no.

#simon riley #cod mw2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnsoapmactavish #captain john price #ghost mw2 #degeneracy #call of duty

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toby-is-dumb · 1 year

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Literally going fucking feral rn 😭😭

#neilElice #Soap #Soapmw #Mwll #mw2 #johnSoapmactavish

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secularpoet · 1 year

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Call of Duty: Task Force 141 (on Wattpad) Two months after Hassan's assassination, America's President receives a video regarding the kidnapping of his niece. Task Force 141 is requested for the mission. Y/n is the mission. Once rescued, there will be two problems: your secret, and the man known as Simon "Ghost" Riley. Whose life will you choose: yours, or his?

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alexgscod · 2 months

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🧼❤️🐶💀

Twitter / Patreon for NSFW & Extra / DA

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnsoapmactavish #modern warfare #johnny mactavish #3dart #3d render #fanart #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostxsoap #simonghostriley #simon ghost riley

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oreillyautoparts · 5 months

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Name’s Soap for a Reason, Bonnie

So I've been on a Modern Warfare II kick and Soap is so underrated... like, I have found very few stories of just him so I'm listening to Jonny by Faye Webster and writing this little blurb since it's weighing so heavily on my brain.

Word count: a lot

Warning: little foul language, and a quote at the end that may be a lil nasty

Summary: The Southern Belle medic for TF-141 has a disastrous girl's night, and needs some help cleaning house--pun intended. Who better to assist than Soap?

You had dishes piled in your arms, holding them steady with your chin, as you walked the tightrope-like line toward your kitchen sink. You mentally scolded yourself for letting Price convince you to have a girl's night to make more girlfriends; sure, he was just concerned since all you did was spend time with MacTavish, but that would be the last time you allowed the known bunker bunnies into your home. They had destroyed everything they touched within a matter of seconds. As you gingerly placed the dishes in the piping hot, soapy water, you heard three knocks on your front door. You wiped your hands on your already damp tee shirt before running toward the door to see who it was.

If Sofia left something here, I'm gonna kill her, then Price for even suggesting this dumbass idea in the first place.

You opened the door, met with a broad chest and a brunette mohawk.

"Soap! Hey, how are ya, darlin'?"

"Not bad. Just needin' some help with my nasty injury."

You nodded as he showed you the poorly wrapped wound on his arm.

"C'mon in, sugar. Sit on the couch and I'll go grab my kit." You ran into the kitchen, grabbing the medical kit from the far cabinet and snapping on some fresh latex gloves. When you returned, you could tell he was eyeing the mess. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Had some girls over last night."

"Ah, I was about to ask if you'd gotten robbed," he smirked.

"Nah, just a break-in. Some shiftin' lowlife with a mohawk demanded I patch up his arm," you pulled the slightly bloody bandage a little, earning a wince and a chuckle.

"I deserved that. What really happened?"

You let out a sigh before starting, "I already told you... Price told me I needed more girlfriends, so I planned a girl's night; that bunker bunny Sofia you're so fond of was here... wouldn't shut up about ya." I began to clean the blood away and slowly stitch the gash.

"Ah, is my wee bonnie a little jealous?"

"Believe me, sugar, it ain't none of my business where you put it, and I'd like to keep it that way." You made one more loop through the skin with the needle before tying it off and cutting it. Being so close to it helped hide the pink hue that came to your cheeks because of his taunting and the ability to smell his cologne and sweat-tinged skin. When you were certain the blush had dissipated from your cheeks, you leaned back up and grabbed a bandage roll to wrap around his wounded bicep. He stared down at you as you continued to meticulously wrap, unbeknownst to you. "Alright, sug, you're all set. You can be on your merry way and I'll get back to this hellhole.."

"I, uh... I could help you if you'd like."

"You ain't gotta do all 'at. It ain't your mess, hun."

"Here," he said making a beeline for the coffee table, "lemme help." He began grabbing dishes from the table and toting them to the sink. He rinsed crusted food and alcohol from the dishes while you unloaded the fresh ones and put the new batch in. You played your music and danced a little, humming to the songs and making Soap chuckle at you.

An hour and a half later, you'd both been listening to Faye Webster--despite his weak protesting-- while you worked, only one load of dishes remaining. You bent over to grab the dishes on the bottom rack, feeling eyes watching your movements. You glanced up to see MacTavish rinsing a plate and staring with a silly smile on his face.

"What're you gawkin' at?"

"Me, gawking? Really?"

You got in his face playfully, standing on your tiptoes, mimicking his 'really' and him repeating it right back in your face, still smiling. Your guard was down, and Soap trapped the sink's spray head and unleashed the icy water on you. You squealed and laughed as he continued to spray you down, and ran the entirety of your body weight into him, soaking clothes getting him wet, and attempting to wrestle him to the floor. He laughed so hard at your attempts to knock him down, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab the spray head, shoot it right back into his face, and push him flat on his back. As he began to tumble backward, he grabbed your wrist to pull you down with him. You landed on top of him, laughing hysterically as you brushed the soggy hair from your vision. You finally looked at him lying underneath you, still wearing that goofy smile and staring at you with hazy eyes. You pushed against his chest to get up, but he grabbed your wrists making you look back at him.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" You felt your face flush before he continued, "...when you're soaked and you can see that lacey red bra you're wearing?" He began to laugh, and all you could do was push his forehead back and stand as quickly as possible.

"Of course you'd notice, you slut. I'm going to change; stay there."

You practically ran away to your room, hearing his laughter fade the further down the hallway you went, finally closing the door to your room behind you with one hand over your thundering heart. You exhaled before grabbing a USMC sweatshirt for yourself and your brother's Disney World sweatshirt and grey sweats for Johnny. You glanced at the wall clock while slipping on your new shorts: 11:30. Shit, it's late.

You finally emerged from the room to find Soap looking at photos you had hanging on the wall, mostly at the one of you and your brother.

"Here, try these on. I'm pretty sure they'll fit you."

"These your boyfriends, lass?"

"Pffft, no. They're my brother's. That's who's in the picture with me, by the way, creeper."

"I knew that."

You chuckled at him while he stripped the wet shirt off in the middle of the dining room. You tried not to stare, but god, was he chiseled... You don't know any woman alive that would be able to look away. He popped his head through the top of the hoodie, breaking you from your trance.

"I feel bad you got roped into all that cleanin'. If you want--since it's late--you can stay the night and I'll make us a late dinner."

"I'd love nothin' more, lass."

He smiled and you returned it before going into the kitchen and searching the fridge. Without turning, you shouted, "Maybe don't change pants in the dining room?"

He chuckled before retreating to the bathroom, leaving you alone to cook.

When he came out of the bathroom, you felt him so close behind you, then lay his chin on your shoulder. "Smells phenomenal, bon."

"I try. Sit."

He walked back to the dining table, the pale yellow light illuminating his face. You brought the hot dish in the pan over, rooster oven mitt grasping it tightly in one hand, and in the other a large bottle of whisky.

You both ate, drank, and laughed till your guts were sore.

"Say it," you leaned against your elbow, enamored with Soaps Scottish phrases.

"Okay, okay. Yer erse is oot the windae."

"Yer erse is out the windaeee," you replicated, laughing at the Scottish slang. "What's it mean?"

"It means yer ass is out the windae or like you're talking fuckin' crazy."

"That one's easy. Gimme somethin' challenging!"

"Alright, bon, here's a good one: Tha thu bòidheach."

"What the fuck? Ha-ooh-boy-ah"

"Steamin' Christ, bon, that was fuckin' horrible."

"Say it again. Slow." You leaned closer, watching his lips move to replicate it perfectly.

"Fine. Ya ready? Tha... thu... bòidheach..."

"Ha-oo-boy-och...?"

"Eh, better."

"What does that one mean?" you asked smiling from ear to ear, waiting to hear what hysterical meaning it had.

Soap smiled at you, the same cheesy smile he had when you were unloading the dishes and when you fell on top of him. "It means you are so fucking beautiful."

You stopped smiling, eyes growing a little wider and cheeks growing a little warmer and pinker. You realized how close you were to Soap, but you didn't make to move away from him. Instead, he slowly began to close the small space between you until you felt his warm lips against yours. He picked you up by your rear, your legs instinctively wrapping around his midsection. You finally pulled away for air, gazing into his eyes as he did the same.

“Tha mi a’ dol gam fuck a-nochd, Bonnie,” he smirked at you as he carried you into your bedroom.

#johnsoapmactavish #codsoap #soapmactavishxyn #soapmactavishxreader

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mangoguy · 2 months

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Displacement (2/2)

John "Soap" MacTavish('09) x Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish('22)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Ghost and Roach), no y/n used, no pronouns other than they/them used a few of times.

You can't help but find it difficult to get used to your new surroundings.

It's finally here!!! I meant for this to be out a week after the first part, but school got busy lmao

Read the first part here

There are a few things you have noticed after being thrown in here.

One, the year is 2023.

Two, You are married to John (or Johnny as he likes being called) in this timeline.

And three, you don’t work in the military, you are no longer with Task Force 141.

That third one hit particularly hard. Your task force was a huge part of your life along with John.

You faked memory loss, thinking it was a smart move for now. You doubted they would even believe you if you started spouting that you were not from here. Even to you, that sounded crazy.

‘Because it is…’ you thought bitterly.

This universe wasn't in World War III, you weren't complaining though, that was the mission after all. You still had a hard time adjusting, especially with him around, Johnny. The man who wears your husband's face. Well, you guessed you're even… since technically you were wearing his wife's face? That's how you saw it anyway.

He was worried about you, often asking if you were okay. You could never really answer him, just stare and nod. You felt so foreign here, out of place, and you missed John so much it made you ill. You wondered what happened to him? Was he okay? Something told you he wasn’t. With where your mind was going this was going to be a long hospital stay…

It's been two months since you've woken up. Your mind convinced you it was some weird coma dream.

‘People have those, don't they?’ You thought, staring out the living room window. You felt silly mourning the loss of some older version of yourself and Johnny. It was morbid of your brain to think of how Ghost would die, or mourn the loss of two others you ‘barely knew.’ You found it funny how Price looked in your dream, older, a little unhinged. Gaz was what scared you the most in terms of dream Gaz, you didn't want to think about it.

You met them briefly, Task Force 141, Johnny's teammates, and friends. They all seemed very concerned about you, maybe even a little guilty like they caused the accident. You assured them you were fine and mentioned that the doctors said you were healing quite nicely.

“Aye, but they… have memory loss, can't remember a damn thing… the doctor said it looks severe,” Johnny spoke in a hushed whisper when you went off to fetch something.

“They can't remember anything?” Kyle spoke.

“Yeah, and I'm talkin’ like their whole life, it's like they're a new person… Can't even remember our weddin’ day, our first meetin’, or… anythin’” Johnny could feel his heartbreak just speaking it out loud. A painful reminder of what happened, he thought maybe someone was punishing him. Probably was, for the things he's done. He gave a deep sigh, as Kyle gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Price and Simon both frowned, giving the Scot a sympathetic look, that's when you decided to enter the room again.

“Bonnie yer… are ye okay? Ye've been starin’ out the window for a while…” you heard Johnny speak softly. You turned to look at him, nodding your head softly.

“Yeah sorry, just… I guess I'm reminiscing on some weird dream I had while in that coma,” you admitted.

“Hm? Dream ye say? Do ye want tae talk about it?” John sat near you on the couch and pulled you into his arms. It was comforting being in his embrace.

“Hm, not much to say other than… I guess I just dreamt of a whole other life for us? You were there, though you were a bit older… definitely more handsome in my dream,” you gave him a cheeky grin.

“Looks like I've got some competition,” he paused to chuckle softly. “But older you say? Were ye dreaming of tae future or somethin’?” Johnny asked.

“Hm, you could say that… though there are differences in dream John and you in real life.”

“Aye… and what's that?”

“Well for one he was a bit taller than you,” you snickered.

“Aye!”

“And well he didn't have an arm tattoo, like you do he had one on his neck, a revolver,” you paused to think, your mind was getting a little muddy on details.

“Oh! And your scars are different, that's all I seem to remember at the moment...” you finished. Johnny was silent for a moment, absorbing this new information. It was nice hearing you talk again, even if it was about this mysterious other version of himself.

“Damn, sounds like one handsome bastard…”

“Johnny…”

“What I'm bein’ serious,” he muses.

Something weird was going on, you couldn't place your finger on it. It all started with a pair of jeans. What scared you was that you vaguely recalled wearing them somewhere. You placed them down on the floor and stared at them.

‘Of course, I wore them somewhere they're pants…’ You thought, thinking it was silly you were worried about jeans. You shook your head, grabbing them off the floor but that's when something slipped out from the pocket. One fell with a hard thunk and the other fluttered to the ground. You pick them both up. One was a simple wedding band on it was an engraving, two sets of dates

xx-xx-‘07

xx-xx-‘09

The other item made your heart drop in your stomach. Time seemed to stop as familiar sets of eyes were on you. John Price, Ghost, John “Soap” MacTavish, you. In the corner of the photo were the words ‘OP Kingfish.’

This was it.

The evidence that your ‘coma dream’ wasn't a dream after all. How could you think it was a dream? How dare this world make you think your John was a dream, your world. You assumed it was the universe trying to make you ‘fit in,’ but that begs the question, how did your stuff get here? You shoved the ring and photo in your pocket as you heard Johnny walking over to where you were.

“Hey Bonnie, are you almost done gettin’ ready? Simon texted saying he was at the bar already,” Johnny watched you as you put the jeans back in the closet.

“Yeah I'm ready, can't keep the man waiting,” you smiled though it didn't reach your eyes.

While watching Ghost and Johnny converse you felt the ring and photo through your pocket for the tenth time. You worried they would disappear and yet they never did. You stood up from your seat, getting the attention of the two men at the table.

“Just heading to the bathroom,” you spoke, walking towards the small hallway that housed the restrooms. You entered, taking a quick breather, your emotions were everywhere tonight. It was starting to annoy you, if you were being honest all you wanted was to just relax and enjoy the evening…

Even it felt fake.

Doing your business and leaving the bathroom, you noticed Johnny had a conflicting look. But when you approached he smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat down.

“Everything okay?” You asked and he nodded, though you noticed it was stiff.

You ended up drinking, not a lot but enough to get a bit tipsy. You barely remember the car ride home, though here you are, in bed and snuggled into the blankets. You were reaching out towards Johnny’s spot but found he was not on his side of the bed. It’s cold, meaning he was gone for a while. You slowly sat up, groaning from a slight headache. You called out for him but didn’t hear an answer. You got out of bed and walked towards the living room, spotting him sitting on the couch with the table lamp on. He was staring at something, upon closer look it was the photo, your photo with your team. Your John.

You blinked once, then twice.

When did he get that?

Shit.

“What are you doing with that?” You asked, slightly on the defence.

“What am I doin’ with it? What are ye doing with this? What am I even lookin’ at?” He asked, looking over at you his expression inconceivable.

“It's… complicated Johnny, you probably wouldn't understand.”

He went quiet after that, rubbing his face in frustration, he then stared at the photo again. You needed to figure out where to go from here. You bit the inside of your cheek in thought.

“So, are ye from the future or somethin? Because that's what it looks like… we all look older in this photo… Plus why the hell are you in this photo anyway?” Johnny spoke up finally after a long silence.

“No… it's complicated…”

“Then enlighten me!” You could hear him getting frustrated.

“Fine… I'm… not from here, I don't know how to explain it! One moment I was someplace else then the next thing I know I'm here, in Scotland… In a hospital with someone who looks like my husband but isn't!” you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all your feelings were bursting out.

“But I am yer husband, didn't you tell me ye were dreamin’ while in that coma?” Johnny tried reasoning.

“I lied, at first I thought maybe it was all a dream but how do you explain the photo and this? I know for a fact I wasn't dreaming I had a completely different life,” You pulled out the ring, showing him the engraved dates.

He stared at the ring, at the dates that were engraved then at the photo. He seemed a bit distant, thinking, processing.

“Is that why whenever I look at ye… It feels like I've lost someone… lost my Bonnie,” Johnny lamented. You were caught off guard by that. But you couldn't deny that you also felt a huge loss whenever you thought of John. The two of you stayed silent, grieving but didn't want to think about why. You refused to think your John didn't survive that explosion.

“I… guess you could say I'm from an alternate universe, god… that's even more confusing but makes the most sense” you decided to change the subject. Johnny finally looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Aye… that sounds crazy… maybe-” he didn't finish his sentence but you knew he was probably still trying to find a reasonable answer. You couldn't blame him and this is exactly the reason you didn't bring it up. You decided to take a different approach.

“That photo was taken on a joint mission with Task Force 141 and Delta force, we were going after this guy named Vladimir Makarov, Intel claimed he was in this facility in Ukraine but he wasn't and it ended up being a trap… That's when John or my Soap, I guess I should say, got injured and Price was captured,” you explained. You were starting to sweat a bit, speaking that mission out loud sounded insane. It sure did catch Johnny's attention though. A dark look crossed his face at the mention of Vladimir Makarov but it quickly faded.

“Huh…” was all Johnny managed to get out, it was a hell of a story. You could tell he needed more convincing.

“Well, one person in that photograph isn't alive… Ghost, along with another member Roach were shot by a man named Shepherd…” Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned deeply.

“Betrayed by him and his shadow company…” you seethed. That seemed to make Johnny perk up. From the looks of it, that story of yours seemed to hit a little too close to home. He gave you a thoughtful look albeit a concerned look.

“Well, shite… that just all but confirms your theory… But the question remains why are ye here? And how come yer body in yer time stayed there?”

“I don't know… it's not like I have the answers. I was literally on a mission to assassinate Makarov but then an explosion went off behind us and I ended up in that hospital.” You explained.

“Ye know… that sounds similar to what happened to my spouse, well they didn't work in the military but there was an accident that involved both me and them, they ended up taking most of the damage which is why they put you in a coma… but you already knew that,” he mumbled that last part.

“I wonder if that's related… but that still doesn't explain why I'm here…” You crossed your arms, sitting opposite from him on the couch. You stared at your reflection on the TV for a moment, observing your new skin, you often didn't look at yourself for too long. You found it troublesome and dare you say uncanny.

This whole situation was confusing, but you found some comfort now that Johnny knew and seemed to believe you. You did grow fond of him over the couple of months you've been here. It was slow, sure, unfairly comparing him to your John but you quickly came to realize that although they might share the same name and hair- they were different. That also made you realize something else though, something unpleasant.

"Johnny… I understand if you want me to leave, I am technically wearing your spouse's face..." you suddenly spoke. Johnny turned to look at you with a bewildered look on his face, silently asking if you were for real.

“That's a way to put it…” he mumbled with a long pause before speaking again, "...But I don't want you to leave."

"...Why?" It was your turn to be bewildered now.

"Well, is it bad I still want to be with ye? I know you aren't the version of my Bonnie I married but... you're still you whether you're fighting in the big fight or here making the house a home... I loved you in both timelines,” he suddenly proclaimed, bringing a hand over to caress your cheek. There was hope that maybe this could work.

That couldn't be a bad idea.

The universe brought the two of you together for a reason.

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