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I'm going to eat your knees

only soap mactavish and john price can eat my knees sorry

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i cant believe i skipped over hesh on my first playthrough of ghosts. mfer is so fcking cute. i need to replay it just to see him again....

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the boys

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CoD-themed Discord Server

hiya, CoD tumblr! i’ll keep this little advertisement short, as to not heavily disrupt your scrolling :) i posted this to several CoD tags hopefully to get this noticed…

wishing you had a group of people to talk CoD with and make friends? well, i have the thing for you! recently, i set up a discord server aimed for fellow lgbtq+ (although anyone is allowed!) CoD fans to have a safe and chill place to chat and bond over our favorite franchise.

if you’re interested, follow the link here to join!

hope to meet and be friends with y’all!

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All The Signs (pt. 2)

heya all, back again with part 2 of "All The Signs"! missed part 1? here's the link to the tumblr post for part 1, or if you'd like to read part 1 and 2 on my ao3, here's the link for that, too! furthermore, if you'd prefer to read part 2 here on tumblr instead, keep reading past the post break!

Solitude gave a calming atmosphere to the gym locker room as Simon rummaged through his workout bag. As he searched for one of his extra protein bars, a peculiar item sitting on the adjacent bench caught his attention.

A notebook—the cover was a simple black. There was nothing inherently special about it from the outside, but something drew Ghost to the seemingly abandoned writing material. Eyebrows furrowed, he walked over and knelt, bringing the book into his gloves.

He opened the cover and was immediately met with a world map, several locations around the world were marked with red ‘X’s. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the ‘X’s, Ghost was pretty sure he’d been to at least two-thirds of these places on deployment.

And then he flipped the page, and a neat heading wrote,

‘IF FOUND, RETURN TO:

SGT. JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

22ND SAS REGIMENT, CREDENHILL, U.K.’

“Ah, Johnny’s…” He muttered to himself. Simon knew he should leave the journal alone—should bring it to Soap so he could open up his locker and put it away—but curiosity got the best of him. Pages rustled as he thumbed through the book.

He came across several different things within the journal; a table documenting a weekly workout routine, a diagram or two of combat drills, several accounts of missions that didn’t get too classified. Ghost paused as he saw a familiar face sketched into the paper.

It was a drawing of himself, a waist-up bust of himself with a little comment reading ‘Mo ghaol ort, L.T!’

“Johnny…” He murmured to himself, unable to stop the smitten smile forming underneath his skull-patterned balaclava. Simon had heard the Scottish Gaelic phrase before—the equivalent to ‘I love you’, Soap had told him.

It was sort of peculiar, finding actual love in the sergeant, but it was something he held on tight to.

He flipped the page, revealing a bust for Gaz and one for Captain Price, captioned ‘Best mate, Gaz’ and ‘Favourite Captain, Price’ respectively. Ghost uttered a small snort to the emptiness of the room, “One for each of us, eh, Johnny?”

But then he turned the page again and was met with someone he was sure he'd never seen before. Their face was obstructed by an undecorated balaclava and dark goggles. The caption read ‘Smartest mute, Roach.’

“Roach? Who in the hell…?” Simon muttered. The 141 didn’t have a soldier called ‘Roach.’ In fact, in his entire SAS career, he didn’t think he’d met any soldier called ‘Roach.’ He stared at the unexpected drawing, trying to make sense of its presence in Soap’s journal.

“An old friend? Maybe someone Price might know…” Ghost spoke to himself. He backtracked and started to read the mission accounts Johnny had written. His narratives made sense to him, but as he was reading a mission he vividly remembered being with Soap on—‘Roach’ was mentioned.

‘I still can’t believe Shepherd threw us out for Graves and his Shadows—we were getting close! He’ll pay. He’ll pay for hurting Ghost and Roach…’

“‘Ey, L.T, ‘s ye’r turn in tha’ showers.”

Simon quickly slammed the journal closed as the familiar Scottish burr reached his ears. His head jerked to see Johnny walk in, a towel situated around his waist and a bottle of body wash in his hand. He grinned at the masked man, “That ma’ journal, Si?”

“Sorry, Johnny, I—”

“Did ye’ see the art o’ ya’? ‘s ma’ favourite part.”

Ghost swallowed, his throat quietly clicking. Soap didn’t seem angry that he was snooping in his private writing and art. He slowly nodded, “… Yes, it’s—it’s incredible, love.”

“Och, glad ye’ think so, sook.” Soap’s grin softened to a smile and he walked over to Ghost. As he approached, Ghost rose to his feet and surrendered the book to him. He took back the diary, “Go‘an wit’ ye’r shower, Si.”

Simon made a light grunt of debate, walking back to his gym bag and extracting a tightly-rolled towel and bottle of wash from it. He pulled his balaclava off and turned to Soap as he tossed it atop the bag, “Only if you’ll join me.”

“Oh, now ye’ wanna join me after I finish?” Johnny chuckled, strolling to his locker and opening his own gym bag. He tucked the journal in his bag and straightened up, he said to him with a smirk, “Aw’right, love. Let’s go get… soapy.”

A small grin pulled at Ghost’s lips and as Soap headed back to the showers, he fell in line beside him—a gloved hand gracing the bare small of his back. He could inquire about Roach later.

Odd, how he once knew someone who didn’t exist.

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All The Signs (pt. 1)

hello all! i’m finally writing something for CoD and i figured i’d post it here since i see a lot of you enjoy writing.

this fic is a safe-for-work, sort of 3-part “oneshot” that’s pretty much soap-centric bc woah mama i love him !!!

a version on my AO3 account can be found here! otherwise, if you’d prefer to read it here on tumblr, continue reading after the break!

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“Oi, Garrick, ye’ ready?”

“Almost, ‘Tav,” Gaz called back, “Hey, mate, could you fix my tie real quick?”

The bathroom door opened and in stepped Soap. He shuffled over to Kyle’s right, turning to face him just as he shifted a bit. He took the tied piece of fabric and helped him to adjust it and his collar.

“Och, dark blue fits ye’ right well. Ye’ look bonnie.” Soap complimented as he turned to inspect Kyle’s suit in the mirror, “Aye, no’ bad at all.”

“Cheers, ‘Tav…” He responded, his brown eyes slowly scanned his suit before he saw Johnny’s beside him. He spotted the gray and red tartan specially situated around the Scotsman’s waist and he stifled a laugh.

“‘Ey, ye’ laughin’ at me, ya’ dobber?” Soap accused, but the knowing grin on his face chilled away the heat to his words, “Fuckin’ Brits, no respect ‘fer ma’ people…”

But as he stood there in his sharp kilt and jacket, Gaz’s gaze flicked to the reflection of his face. When did Soap get that new scar? A soft scar running vertically through his left eye.

“Mate, when’d you get that?” Gaz asked, gesturing to the scar in the mirror. Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed and he examined the area before he turned to face Kyle,

“Get what?” he inquired, and Gaz could see clearly that the scar was suddenly gone. His dark eyes blinked once, twice—shifted between Soap and the reflection of him. The reflection bared the scar, but the man himself did not. Soap looked back at himself and gestured to his chin, “This?”

“No—not that one, you already told us all about it,” Kyle shook his head and waved a finger around his own eye trying to show him what he meant, “There’s a, a new one…” his voice trailed away as Johnny looked between him and the mirror.

“I don’t see nothin’, mate,” Soap said finally, “the only scar o’an my face is ma’ chin one.” The Scot turned back to the Englishman, “Might be, ahh, trick o’ the light, eh?”

“Yeah, sure—trick of the light…” Gaz echoed, shrugging with acceptance of the strange visual indiscreptancy between Soap and the mirror. A small smile quirked Johnny’s lips and he patted him on the shoulder,

“We’re wheels-up soon, let’s get go’n’.” He said, turning and making his way out of the bathroom. Kyle nodded and reached for his coat, sliding his arms through the sleeves and situating it with a tug of finality. He followed Soap out, looking to the afternoon ahead.

Odd, how his eye once had a scar.

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We really dont talk enough about how muscular/thick Soap was in mw3

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my soap headcanon

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Okay... I'll admit this got away from me but just... GOD I love them so much.

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johnny in his fav hoodie doodle

was playing around with some textured brushes ive made :P

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idk what you people find funny but i made this bc ive seen the two get mixed up…

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Next on the COD fan art menu - something I did for all the Keegs girlies! Enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Alex ver. 🎸

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💦💨

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Life is good, so I celebrate by drawing Price :) (x my oc)

(It's just messy lipstick, I swear-)

Had a bunch of refs saved and decided to finally use them to sketch Price :3. Mwah, I love him.

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last game

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a few cod men according to a friend of mine who isn't into cod

so during a voice chat i asked a friend of mine who isn't into cod to rate several of my favorite guys according to just an image of them. below is a quick summary of my findings (that i thought were very funny):

Graves: “a smug fuckboy”

Alex: “silly little guy”

Ghost: “pot smoking recluse”

Price: “dad, guy to go fishing with on the weekends”

Soap: “joined the military because he was good at games and thought it’d be cool”

Gaz: “(very) baby-faced, not seen the troubles of the world, sleeps very well at night”

Keegan: “takes things way too seriously”

Mason: “he has daddy issues (not an asshole)”

Woods: “cant get laid, probably from the midwest and/or texas”

Adler: “needs to get shot, seems like a used car salesman”

Hendricks: “an alpha male content creator in another life”

thank you @theundergroundphoenix for the free content. i will be educating you in cod <3