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#who was soap talking to??

s0fter-sin · 3 months

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“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”

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sarcasticchaosbitch · 3 months

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Rudy, who's been practicing his tea-making skills: I'm making you tea, and you'll drink it whether you want it or not!

Every single Brit in the surrounding area: *horrified gasps*

#i didn't know who/where to send this to so i'm posting it here instead #tf 141 #task force 141 #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #cod headcanons #british humour #the tea talk #UNCONSCIOUS PEOPLE DON'T WANT TEA #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra

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shit-talker · 2 months

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Roach makes a tiktok rating the signatures the 141 use on their emails;

"Regarding question, please refrain, Lt Riley"

Roach : Very in character for the big man, unfortunately it was in regards to a question of requesting leave so. 4/10.

"Your brother in Christ, Sg Garrick"

Roach : Wonderful form. Made me laugh. Solid score. 7/10

"Stay positive and test negative guys, Sg McTavish"

Roach : Covid jokes are always funny, but he's made this one several times now, and I'm bored of it. 3/10 for fuckery.

"Don't fuck this up you little enabling shits, Cpt Price"

Roach : Hilarious. Our group chat is now titled "little enabling shits" not very professional from the captain. Still 9/10.

"We will discuss more later, SC Laswell."

Roach : Terrifying. Actually, bone chilling. Scared all of us so much. 10/10 for pure fear.

"Eat my ass, Sg Riley xx."

Roach : This one's super old now, but I love it, so it's staying here. 11/10. Gods speed, Si.

#captioned : yes we all routinely use emails stfu #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kate laswell #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #roach tok #this is just becoming an excuse for mw to write silly shit istg #anyway they all totally use emails to talk to one another and heavily abuse the subject and signatures #price once received an email from soap while he wa son medical leave that was subjected “ow”#he got mildly concerned and then rolled his eyes when he read “price pls send help my sisters are killing me :(”#“your favourite sargent (who is SUFFERING)”#price sent back “lol”

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lunarw0rks · 2 months

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buying an old, secluded house in the scottish highlands, intending on renovating and reselling it. but you find out quickly that it's haunted. like, haunted haunted.

at first, you refuse to believe a man that pretty would be dead. let alone, a nefarious spirit with... questionable intentions.

but, compared to the (literal) horror stories you've heard, spirit!johnny is pretty cordial in his ways of messing with you. always picks up the books he knocks over to startle you, or when you scream at him to give you back your keys, or quit hiding your glasses, dammit

sometimes, when you're in the right mood, you find it comforting to know you're not all alone out in the middle of nowhere. it's not like you can tell your friends and family any details of this. you'll sound downright insane.

you learn to deal with the strong scent of his cologne or the creak of his footsteps (which you only hear because he wants you to, of course).

and—naturally—the feeling of large hands smoothing along your spine, down to your hips, a thumb strumming your lips. possessively, right as sleep engulfs you. the first few times you chalk it up to an erotic fantasy that only surfaces when you're exhausted and bordering on delirium.

however, it proves difficult to rationalize the voice. especially when he knows your name.

#and occasionally his friend appears who is ummmm MASSIVE and /definitely/ scarier #simon thinks its funny to stand behind you in the mirror and disappear right when you notice #hes usually nicer if you set out a cup of tea or cigs for him before bed #you havent heard him talk but sometimes hear a deep chuckle #does this make any fucking sense im experiencing a caffeine crash #do i elaborate or shut the fuck up #unedited #pls spare me #spirit!johnny #spirit!ghoap #[also simon hates you touching his things]#mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #ghoap #soap mactavish #simon riley #rachel speaks

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ceilidho · 5 months

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wait can I share an absolutely crazy thot I just had with you?? Lowkey dudcon/noncon

hear me out here…Masseur soap who is highly recommended to you because you have chronic pain and somehow your insurance pays for it and idk he got into it after he left the military maybe??

Idk anyway you go and he’s incredible wow but also…weird.

he doesn’t have a full sheet to cover you, just a tiny thing to cover your butt (he says something about needing easy access to your legs idk) but sometimes during your sessions he lets the sheet drift too high and you keep having to pull it down to cover yourself. But he just keeps pulling it up?? and sometimes you think he’s trying to rub himself against your hand when it drifts too far to the edge of the table ?? You dont know if he’s really doing it on purpose or not. But…he’s really helping you so you keep going back.

And eventually during one session he lets his hands drift and drift and suddenly hes actually touching your pussy through your panties telling you he’s been thinking about you while he jerks off?? You actually feel his lips against the back of your leg then. He just shushes you and tells you he’s gonna give you a happy ending to “complete the experience” and help you fully relax ??? And you just lay there totally baffled omg while he eats you out and he’s talking to your pussy?? About how he knew she would be so pretty and he knows what she needs and clearly no one has been taking care of her like she needs because she’s so wet and needy for him but dont worry pretty hes here now ?? and it feels so good you can’t help but come def against your better judgement tho.

Idk this is so half finished and dumb but im obsessed !!

get yourself an ao3 account because I’m going to need precisely 5k more words of this holy shit. I’m SWEATING, anon.

#Weirdo soap who talks to reader’s pussy like it’s a person AND assumes consent ? sorry call me a sicko but this is my jam

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Soap: Before you yell at me, just know whenever you give me a mean look I get hard Gaz: *jaw drops* Ghost: *unable to say anything, only a squeak coming out of his mouth* Price: *looking around the room* Where is the fucking camera-

#who's soap talking to?#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #incorrect quotes

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majinbangus · 2 months

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just read the side boob tattoo blurb...what about dear reader surprising our feral captain with a brand new badass back piece?

perfect for those back shots, no? eheheee

Ooh anon he's gonna destroy you is that what you want (i want it too)

He finds out when you present yourself so sweetly in nothing but a flimsy silk robe- a coming home gift, as you phrased it- something to unwrap for coming home alive and safe. He suspects nothing, eager to be reunited with you, to feel you wrapped around him again.

But once you bend over onto all fours and arch your back once the robe comes off? It's all he can focus on. He won't let you back up or flip you over. He's gonna keep you pinned and wailing, eyes laser-focused on your back tattoo, maybe even be a little selfish and focus on his pleasure as he treats you like a new toy he gets to break in.

He'll leave little scratches along the edges of the tattoo, tracing the outline as if he drew it, but he's careful to leave the actual tattoo alone. He just wants you to feel the sting, to feel his sting. Leave his own marks on you. And you do feel it. Both inside and out. Captain MacTavish is a thorough man and he's gonna leave his marks scratched into your back and painted inside you.

And as much as the tattoo makes him want to bend you over constantly, he wishes you asked him to do the tattoo instead. He's an artist, after all, it's no trouble for him to sketch marks onto what's his. Not to worry, though, you've got plenty of skin still unmarred and untouched. He'll find a place to tattoo his initials into your flesh.

#anon if you were talking about price im sorry im probably gonna be writing for soap only #maybe that'll change in the future but who knows #but if you were talking about og soap? i gotchu #bangus answers #anon #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soapy thoughts :]#captain mactavish x reader

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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year

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More ghost! Roach - Accidental Necromancer Soap AU : little moments

141 in the middle of a briefing, when suddenly Soap gasps, interrupting Price. Everyone turns to look at him and he looks back like a deer in headlights, apologises with a stammered excuse, something like he saw a spider or something, and the meeting continues with dubious looks.

"You're so bad at that," Roach giggles from where he's floating around above the table. "It wasn't even that big of a news, they were flirting for months! I have way worse, you know one of the Corporals under your command, the redhead one? She's been secretely married for years to the medic lady that stitched you up last week! Stop gaping at me, where's your pokerface oh my god-"

And then Soap uses all that information to win bets against Gaz.

Or also, Roach telling jokes while there's people around Soap. "Don't laugh," he taunts him. "Don't even smile or they'll know you're crazier than they think."

And then he tells the worst joke ever and Soap can't help the snort that escapes him and again, everyone turns to look at him.

"I can't believe you're laughing in a room full of explosives tied to people," Roach gasps, knowing full well that's exactly the result he wanted.

Soap rolls his eyes at him quickly and focuses back on defusing. He'll get him back when they're alone and he doesn't look weird talking to the air.

"He knows you find him hot, he's neither blind nor stupid," Roach says, peeking above Ghost's shoulder. "If you want him to blush you need to call him 'pretty'. Worked every time..."

And he's right. When Soap tells Ghost he's a bonnie lad, explains what it means, it's very obvious how flustered he becomes, and the visible part of the bridge of his nose gets very red.

"Be ready to be grabbed at every opportunity, his love language is physical touch but he'd rather die than admit it."

Roach has a bit of a poltergeist moment when he finds out he can touch things again. Cups go flying into walls, chairs move around, shoes disappear. Roach is very overwhelmed and gets non verbal, which is a bit hard because Soap only knows the basics of BSL and has to ask Ghost to translate by copying live what Roach is saying. (Ghost, who has seen the ghost of his dead lover save his life just a day before objects started flying, recognising in the back of his mind the quirks of Roach's way of signing being reproduced by Soap, but not willing to believe yet)

It lasts a few days and the whole base is convinced they're haunted by a ghost. They're not wrong, Soap wants to say. And not only one, but the others are far more apathetic, barely there.

Then Roach calms down, all at once, when he realises that maybe... maybe he can touch people too. He's very nervous. It's been years since he touched someone, years of his hand going through Ghost's arm as he tried to make him see him. Years of not feeling the warmth of a living being.

That scares him. What if he can touch Soap, but he doesn't feel anything? What if it feels the same as the glasses he's been trying to juggle for days?

So he waits until Soap is asleep and he holds out his finger, slowly, hands trembling, and presses it softly to Soap's forehead. He's... He's warm, he realises with a gasp. He's warm!

Soap wakes up to sobbing and soft fingers on his cheeks and in his hair. He gets reassured very quickly that it's happy sobbing and Roach kisses him.

Ghost, after learning about the ghosts existence, starts having really bad nightmares every night. Has to be reassured that no, he's not actually a ghost. He hasn't actually died in that grave, he's here, he's warm and he's alive and loved.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostroach #soaproach #ghostsoaproach #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #oh imagine soap saying 'excuse me' walking around someone in the corridor and the other people looking at him like ? bc there's no one #because it was just a ghost walking around and he didn't realise #gaz going 'cap i think there's something wrong with soap' 'yeah i know he ate all your cereals...' 'no no something actually wrong as in #horror movie wrong he speaks to people who don't exist' '... and your first thought is horror movie? before ptsd or schizophrenia or smth?'#'yes i know he's... well i'm pretty sure he's fine he's just speaking with ghosts i'm sure of it'#and soap - sweating - being like 'ahah speaking with ghosts? me? ahah ghosts don't even exist what are you talking about ahah?'#and gaz just looking at price like see? see how bad he's lying? and price thinking it's such a bad lie that it's probably a joke

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starsofang · 18 days

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Call of Duty || Coraline AU || Part 4

Running away to start a new chapter and escape the troubles of your past, you find yourself in a darker predicament than you had hoped for.

Coraline with a twist. And COD men. Obviously.

PT.1 / PT.2 / PT.3 / PT.5

You pinched the skin of your arm. Still, the warped version of your mother stood before you. You pinched again, harder, so hard you could feel the slight swell of blood vessels rush to the surface. And yet she wouldn’t disappear.

This wasn’t a dream, nor was it even a nightmare. It was reality hanging in front of you, dangling on a string, swaying, taunting. Everything inside of your stomach turned, and the only thing keeping you grounded was Si perched steady between your feet.

“I was wondering when you’d show up, dear,” your mother – other mother – chirped. “Oh! And you brought a friend.”

The last word seemed almost spiteful, a slight dose of venom leaking through. You nearly missed it, the way it dripped off of her tongue, but you noticed it. Too stunned to let it sink in, you opted to simply stare while Si seemed to have similar ideas.

“Don’t just stand there! I’m making your favorite – chocolate chip cookies. Always a simple girl, aren’t you?”

She knew your favorite cookies. She was standing in the warmly lit kitchen, smiling and whisking away at a mix of ingredients in a bowl. Even the kitchen was strange to see – clean, not a single speck of dust in sight. The colors seemed much more vibrant than the dull ones of your home beyond the door in the wall, but it didn’t help with the unease. If anything, the new lens being placed in front of your eyes to peer through felt like a trick.

“How did you know that?” you asked carefully, eyes flickering between her thin fingers wrapped around the handle of the whisk, to her perfectly straightened hair, not a single strand out of place. Her skin was a ghostly white, much like your real mother’s but her smile wasn’t crooked like hers always was. Her teeth were too straight and bright to be your real mother’s, too.

“I’m your mother, of course I know that! Silly girl.” She threw another radiant smile your way, and for a moment, it caused your chest to tighten. Despite the button eyes and perfectly straight lips, she looked just like your real mother. She was giving you a glimpse into a world of what life might’ve been like, had your mother been a loving and doting woman.

“You’re not my mother,” you corrected with a frown of disapproval.

“Right. I’m your better mother. After all, I’d never hit you.”

The statement was a slap in the face.

“Go on, sit down. I’ll pop these in the oven and we’ll talk! Oh, I really have been waiting for you!”

Your eyes glanced over at the dining room table. Chairs perfectly arranged, a fancy tablecloth lining the top of the table, intricate details sewed in to create a beautiful piece of fabric. It looked as if she had made it herself.

It felt as if you had no choice but to sit down, so you complied. Taking a cautious seat, remaining on the edge in case you had reason to bolt out of there and back in the security of your real home, you watched as she hummed to herself, placing a baking tray full of cookie dough into the oven.

Observing the kitchen a bit more, you noticed that there was no tickling of fur itching at your ankles. Peering down, Si was nowhere to be found, and the slightest bit of panic welled inside of your chest. It was as if somebody had grabbed hold of your heart and squeezed it, harder and harder until breathing proved to be a task.

Your dread was interrupted by the sound of a chair being pulled beside you, and when you looked up, you were greeted with a smiling face. It sent shivers down your spine, the way it seemed so… emotionless. The button eyes were unsettling to look at. It was like looking into a black hole, peering into nothingness.

Realistically, it was nothingness. It was empty and desolate, despite the way she smiled, how her cheeks puffed up from the curl of her lips, how her chest rose and fell as if she were breathing. You wondered what she was. You hadn’t a clue, and Si certainly couldn’t tell you. God, it was silly to even wish for a cat to be able to talk.

“I’m so happy you’re here, sweetheart. I’ve been preparing for a long time, and now that you’re here, we can finally catch up on lost time.”

Red alarms went off inside your mind, yet for a reason unknown to you, you found no purpose in wanting to run yet. You hated your mother, truly, but seeing her in a form that was caring and attentive had your inner child reeling for that affection. She never spoke to you this way. Her voice was never so smooth and soft, like a string of melodious chords playing in perfect symphonies.

“Catch up…” you repeated, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought. “What are we catching up on? I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of this.”

“Oh, dear, don’t worry about understanding. There’s no need. Just know that you’re safe here, and that I’m so pleased to have you. Everything will be okay here,” she assured, but it didn’t feel all that comforting.

Something nagged in your chest, desperate to tell you how wrong this was. All of the warning signs were right in front of you, yet your shattered heart only wanted the pieces to be glued back together with this act of unadulterated love.

How long had it been since somebody had spoken to you like this? You couldn’t even recall a single time, when you really thought about it. Your real mother was always so cruel. She was a broken woman, so destroyed over her own life that she had taken you down with it.

“Well…” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What would you like to know?”

You lost track of the time spent with your other mother. Over the course of your conversation, you had felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders for the first time in your forlorn excuse of a life. She listened and cared for what you had to say, button eyes staring into your own with that toothy smile gracing her thin lips. Everything about her felt safe in your heart, despite your mind telling you otherwise.

You told her about your real mother, about your escape, about how lonely you had been until that point. She told you everything you ever wanted to hear, feeding you bits of security. She soothed over the open wounds with a bandaid of love you had never received, and you fell into that pool of comfort like a warm blanket, waiting to engulf you whole.

The shadows of your mind overpowered the logical side, all too eager to step into a realm where for once, you could be a person again. Your other mother was the key in stitching up the holes in your heart, mending them with nimble hands and stuffing them with light so blinding, you dove right into it.

By the time you returned home, making your way through that lovely, little tunnel and back into the sorrows of your own dreadful sight of a home, the sun had risen just barely from the pane of your windows. The living room was quiet when you stepped into it, and you felt a hint of bitterness fill your mouth at the remembrance.

You were alone, in a world that was much too cruel to you. Your scars were still open and bleeding out, urgently needing to be tended and cared for. Lucky you, you had a newfound mother figure who wanted to give you just that.

“Good morning, Caroline,” John greeted you as you stepped out of your door hours later. “Heard quite a ruckus in your place last night. I do hope that you were alright.”

You took in the sight of John, whose kind smile looked more like a grimace the more you stared at it. Gaz was standing behind him, but offered no smile like John had. Instead, his eyes were hardened as they looked at you, shifting up and down your body like you had just said something to offend his entire family.

Confusion bubbled inside of you. Had you done something to offend them? Surely, you couldn’t have been so loud last night that they had heard you from their apartment down beneath your home.

“I’m alright, thank you. I apologize for any noise. I was doing some spontaneous cleaning around the house,” you lied with a forced smile, shrinking under Gaz’s gaze as his nose flared in what appeared to be annoyance.

“That so?” John hummed, eyes boring into yours for a moment too long. It felt like he knew you were lying, but how would he have known?

It felt like all three neighbors had eyes on you at all times, yet you couldn’t figure out how.

“That’s right,” you confirmed with a nod, attempting to appear more confident in your answer so as not to raise suspicion.

John said nothing and instead stared at you for a beat longer, before musking up another one of his bright smiles that was near hidden behind his facial hair.

“Alright then. Let us know if you need anything, yes, Caroline? Anything at all.”

Weird.

“Actually,” you spoke up before they could walk away. John raised his eyebrows at you, and Gaz glanced over at John then back to you. “I was wondering… you mentioned there might be something wrong with this house. We didn’t get to talk about it before, but I’m quite the curious person, you see.”

“…I see.”

“Right.” His stare was anything but amused. “Well, I found a door in the wall. It’s all bricked up, but I was a bit nervous about it.”

From behind him, Gaz tensed, shoulders tightening up. If it were even possible, his glare seemed to become more cold.

“Mm. And why’s that, if it’s all bricked up?”

Fuck, you had to come up with a lie. All you wanted was answers, but you knew John wouldn’t give them to you if you told him what you saw. He might’ve even thought you were a mad woman.

“You don’t think, um, rats or anything can get through it, do you?” you opted to ask. You could see his eyes glimpse over to Gaz so quickly, you nearly missed it.

He went silent for a moment, before letting out a thoughtful grunt.

“Don’t think anything can get in and out of that thing. It’d be best to keep the door locked. Don’t go meddling around in it if you don’t want unwanted guests, hm?” he asked. His tone was a bit off, that much you could tell, and it was clear that his words held a certain firmness that showed he definitely knew more than he let on.

You gave him another firm nod, flashing him a smile in hopes of easing the tension, though it crumbled a bit when Gaz sniffed and looked away from you, hands shoved into the jacket of his hoodie.

You bid your farewells to them, even when Gaz made no effort to look at you anymore, and once they were out of sight, you began your trek around the side of the house.

You hadn’t seen Si since he disappeared on you last night, but when you began passing by the stairs that lead upstairs to Soap’s apartment, you felt a pair of familiar eyes piercing into you. Halting in your steps, you bent your neck up to see Si sitting along the railings that Soap was leaning against during your last encounter. He was peering down at you, and just as always, studying you.

“Hello, Si,” you greeted politely. He blinked at you, eyes slightly narrowed into judgmental little slits.

Before you could continue your journey around the house, the door of the apartment flew open and out came the obnoxiously loud Scotsman. His grin was even wider than it was when you had first met him, and he joined Si in staring down at you from where you stood on the ground.

“Miss Caroline!” he exclaimed joyfully. “Lovely to see you made it out this morning!”

The smile you offered him dropped and was replaced with an uncomfortable frown. Si’s tail flicked lazily behind him, like always, and he didn’t tear his gaze away from you once.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you questioned, tilting your head at him.

“It seems somebody didn’t keep their promise. Ain’t that right, Miss Caroline?”

How did he–

“Si tells me everything, sweetheart. He’s a talkative, little thing, y’know.” Soap lifted a hand to affectionately swipe a large hand over Si’s head, causing him to purr. His fuzzy, little head nudged further into Soap’s hand, egging him on, to which Soap granted him scratches behind the pointed ears.

“Cats don’t talk,” you deadpanned, wondering if Soap was crazy or maybe hallucinating.

No. Definitely crazy.

“Si does,” he corrected with that signature grin. “Ratted you out like a little minx. Ain’t that right, SI?”

Si meowed in response, and you stared in bewilderment at how Si was so at ease in Soap’s presence.

“Is he yours?” you asked.

“He’s nobody’s.”

“That doesn’t make sense. He has a collar with his name on it. Surely, he’s your cat.”

“Wrong, love. He’s his own person.”

What the hell did that mean? This dude was definitely insane.

“Right.” You let out a sigh through your nose, shoulders deflating in defeat. Clearly, you weren’t going to get an answer on how Soap knew you broke your promise and went through the little door he warned you about. He would simply tell you that the cat talked.

“Suppose since you broke your promise, I’ll break mine. I’m going to blast my music a bit louder now,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he peered at you.

You glanced back up at him with a frown. Si shifted his gaze to look at you, and there it was again – that look of disapproval.

“Why do you play that silly music anyway? You have a secret circus in that place of yours?”

Your question caused him to roar with laughter. It was a heart laugh, one that came right from his gut, and it filled the dreariness in the air with a bit of light. Regardless of how infectious it was, you didn’t know what was so funny.

“No, lass, not at all. Si wouldn’t like it if I had a little circus army of rats in my place,” he mused once the laughter settled. You thought he said Si wasn’t his cat. “She doesn’t like it.”

This stumped you. “Who doesn’t like it?”

Soap’s hand trailed from Si’s head and down his back, causing the cat to arch into the touch. He offered you a knowing smile, but for what you still weren’t sure. These neighbors of yours sure loved to play a game of mystery, entangling you in webs of confusion and offering you no resolution in the end.

“You’ll learn to like it, lass,” he stated instead, picking Si up and cradling him to his chest. “Believe me.”

With that said, he turned his back to you and stepped back into his apartment, shutting the door and successfully cutting off any hopes of you getting answers.

#cod #cod mw3 #cod mwii #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #coraline #coraline au #ghost cod #soap cod #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #simon is a cat :p #who talks!!! supposedly #call of duty

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cherryatombomb · 1 year

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i think ghost would really like animals. like as a coping mechanism he just tends to watch a bunch of nature documentaries just as background noise but just ends up absorbing himself in them

and he's a little embarrassed abt it bc oh big macho man simon ghost riley knows a lot of animal facts?? isn't that super cringe??

so he just decides he'll take it to the grave with him. yep nobody needs to know

(until soap. obviously)

he just initiates his ritual of putting on an animal documentary when he goes to sleep and soap is so confused?? and ghost kind of forgot soap was in bed with him LMAO

he goes to turn it off but soap encourages him to keep it on

occasionally asks him for some animal facts every day. once ghost stops thinking he's making fun of him he just enjoys telling him abt it. it's just a sweet bonding time for them

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 1 year

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Soap going all nerd and ranting about the latest season of something or the coolest theory of another and he thinks Ghost hasn’t got a damn clue about any of it, is just being nice and listening to his interests.

But then Ghost says some throw away comment about whatever Johnny’s talking about and its the sort of comment that only a fan would be able to make. With info that only someone who knows would have and Soap falls about 10 times harder for the man in the process.

#fic prompt #ghost x soap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #prompt #call of duty #fic #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #nerdy soap #secretly nerdy ghost?#or just ghost who read up on things to talk to Johnny?#i dunno you decide #they’re in love your honour #theyre so cute tho #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost

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