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Here's Soap in a kilt

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Some gazprice and ghostprice for Ezlebe and brenna! Thanks 💛

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Johnny let out a quiet snort of laughter at Simon’s dry humour despite his worries, and when he felt a hand on his thigh give a little squeeze he glanced over, a grateful expression briefly flickering across his face. Simon must have caught the anxious look on his face.

He wondered how far Simon’s promise to look after him would go. There wasn’t a lot Johnny could do entirely by himself at the moment, and he would imagine Simon only had so much patience. He had his own life and things to do as well, especially here, at his home. Johnny didn’t want to be in the way of all that. He didn’t want Simon to have to be constantly attending to his every need, this was meant to be their time off for recovery, not his time off and Simon’s time to look after him. He didn’t want Simon’s whole day to be filled with helping him get around, get ready in the morning and before bed, doing things for him.

He would just have to try and do as much himself as he could, he supposed.

At least he could admit his cooking was awful.

And, Simon seemed pretty enthusiastic about joining him in the shower at least. That, he certainly wouldn’t mind.

Simon’s nerves seemed to ease a bit at Johnny’s reassurances, some of the tension slipping from his body and expression. Still, he seemed shy about it - Johnny was just going to have to show him hen he went inside, rather than tell him, in that case.

He stayed put, as Simon asked him to - it wasn’t like he could do much else. He watched in the mirror as Simon got out the chair, then as he pushed it up to the door, sitting back and letting him do all the work. He could have opened the door himself, but Simon seemed to be enjoying doing things for him at the moment.

How long would that last?

Johnny only briefly considered his options before he started moving. He scooted to the edge of his seat using his good arm for support, then swung his legs over the side. He gestured silently for Simon to move a bit closer so he could reach out and use his arm to stabilise himself as he pulled himself up, pivoted, then dropped himself down into the chair.

“Easy,” he said, giving Simon a satisfied smile at his own accomplishment. Of course, if Simon hadn’t been there he could have found something else to use as support - he didn’t necessarily need the help.

It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the help. He did. And he was sure that Simon would be willing to offer it as much as he could, within reason. He just hated being so reliant on someone else, unable to do basically anything that required movement himself. And, as he’d already thought about plenty on the drive there, he didn’t want to take up all of Simon’s time.

Ghost, in all truth, was very fucking relieved that he didn't have to be around for when Johnny had announced to his family that he'd be staying with him for his recovery.

It seemed only right that he stayed out of it. After all, they weren't his family to deal with.

Was that callous? Maybe he wouldn’t share that thought with Johnny.

But, not everything could be peaches and cream on the trip back to the house. There wasn't a chance in hell that they would manage to go this whole visit without bumping into at least one of Simon’s neighbours.

Maybe it’d be the family down the road, the little ones that always made a beeline to latch onto his legs while their parents talked to Simon about various DIY projects that had been going on around their house. Last time, the topic of interest had been their new bathroom tiles. 

Or maybe it would be the old widow who lived opposite, who’d invite Simon around for tea every other day whenever he was on leave and, for some reason, Simon always found himself accepting the offer.

The more he thought about it, the less certain he felt about letting Johnny see this side of him. He didn't feel ready, but he wanted to be. 

He wanted to be able to be gentle around Johnny, to show him that he was more than just the brutal soldier he’d been introduced to all that time ago. With the hesitancy, there was also excitement. He was excited to introduce Johnny to this part of his life, something about him that no one else had ever seen.

He was happy for Johnny to be his first, in one of many things, he was sure.

Johnny pulled him from his anxious thoughts with a little bit of snark, and Simon snorted out a laugh as he shook his head.

"Lucky I had to get my skull drained before my head popped open, you mean," he replied dryly, risking a glance at Johnny. He wore a strange look, one of worry and Simon wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

With one hand, he reached over and placed it on Johnny's undamaged thigh, giving the meaty flesh a gentle squeeze.

"Course I'll look after ya. As much as I can, anyway. Don't think you really want me doing the cooking, yeah? Might actually finish you off. Help you with everything else, though, I will. Dressing, undressing, showering…" With a suggestive little eyebrow raise, Simon gave his thigh another squeeze before he returned both hands to the wheel.

Johnny was reading the situation one hundred percent right. Simon was nervous. About everything, really. But, Johnny, as he always did, managed to ease those nerves with barely two sentences. 

Simon replied with a firm nod and the corner of his lips curled up into a rather shy grin. He glanced away as he shoved his door open and stepped out. "Stay put, yeah? I’ll get the chair out of the boot, help you into it."

The door closed with a dull thud, leaving only Simon's coat bunched up on his seat in his place as he got to work getting the wheelchair, carefully folding it out before rounding the car and setting it as close as he could to Johnny's door.

Opening the door, he ducked down a touch to meet Johnny's eyes. Glancing between the Scot and the chair, he ran his tongue between his lips thoughtfully. “How do you fancy doing this, then? I’m pretty sturdy, you can use me to pull yourself up. Or, I can help you scoot out.”

The offer of picking him up was left unspoken, Johnny had rather visceral reactions to that in the past. But, Simon hoped he knew that if he did need—or even want—that kind of help, he'd jump into action.

"Whatever's best for you, yeah?"

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❛ dude thinks he's hot shit. let's fuck him up. ❜ - for Gaz

- @the141ghost

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

Having to lay in the dirt for hours, even if it was with one of your best mates, could get pretty boring.

Gaz was starting to get pins and needles in his arm from laying in the same position for so long, but he couldn't exactly afford to move, just in case it somehow gave away their position, or he needed to respond to something quickly at the exact moment he decided to shift. Unlikely, but not impossible, and definitely not worth the risk. Should someone down below be alerted of their presence, they would be outnumbered within moments.

A vehicle came into view, and Gaz's hopes rose. He relayed the information to Ghost with a quick mutter into comms, keeping it within view as they began to slow, then finally stopped.

And then, at long last, out stepped their target. He was a large man, dressed up in a fancy suit despite the setting. Even the way he carried himself looked so self-important.

"Target in sight," he said, and a grin spread over his face at Ghost's reply. Dude thinks he's hot shit. Let's fuck him up. Enough said.

Maybe Ghost managed to make these kinds of ops manageable, sometimes.

"On your mark, sir."

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what kind of shopper is your muse? are they a slow, methodical shopper, a list-maker, or a grab the items and go kind of person? how long do they usually spend getting their groceries? how long do they spend clothes shopping? do they use changing rooms?

//gaz and otto

IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS

Gaz: Gaz will go in with a list of things he needs, but whether he actually sticks to it or not is a different question. He’ll go half off the list (usually the basics/necessities) and half just based on what he feels like grabbing in the moment. He generally doesn’t take too long shopping, but if he happens to be doing so on a bad OCD day he might take longer, feeling the need to check the food labels before he adds them to the basket. He prefers shopping in person. Buying clothes is a different question entirely - he shamelessly takes his time, wanting the perfect clothes with the best fit.

König: Otto doesn’t enjoy shopping, but it's necessary so he puts up with it. As a result, he’ll get it done as quickly as he can. He goes in with a list, he’ll stick to that list (with maybe a few deviations for snacks), then he’ll pay and get out again. Clothes shopping is a necessity for him too, rather than something to take slowly, browse and enjoy. That, and it’s difficult to find clothes that fit him. Changing rooms are essential.

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𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 .

bold: always italic: sometimes

For Nikolai

aggressive | annoying | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messy | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronising | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-critical | self-righteous | self-indulgent | self-patronising | serial killer | stubborn | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful

tagged by: @detnu-a-h (thank u so much!!) tagging: anyone who wants to steal it! tag me if you do!!

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brushes soap's fur, lovingly, humming a lively tune. this time, it's the fluffy ears that hear the song — sounds not flowing through elsinael's mind to his.

If Soap was some kind of werecat, he might have been purring. He still wasn't used to the bliss of kind touches such as these, nor the soft notes she hummed as she brushed him. There was nothing but care and kindness, here. He shifted his head just enough to reach her arm, giving it a quick sniff before he gently licked it. He felt like he needed to show his appreciation, somehow, for this. For showing him what tenderness was, and that he could deserve it, too.

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∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text .

//foap to @peacedomain :)

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .

13:28 [ You > elsie 🪽 ] : okay so

13:28 [ You > elsie 🪽 ] : this is a bit embarrassing but

13:29 [ You > elsie 🪽 ] : it's shedding season rn and i think i'll go insane if i can't get someone to brush me

13:29 [ You > elsie 🪽 ] : is it too weird to ask you to do that

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does you muse like road trips, or would they prefer to fly in a plane?

//gaz and roach :))))

IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS

Gaz: For sure a road trip. This poor man has too much trauma with flying, he is just no longer comfortable in any aircraft, no matter the situation. On the other hand, he doesn't mind a long car ride - might even enjoy it.

Roach: Roach is fine with flying. As long as it's not too long a trip, he'll put up with it. He'll do fine on a road trip, too, if he can take regular breaks to get out and stretch his legs. Or, if he can take a nap in the back of the car. He loves his naps.

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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

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"Took the scenic route eh?"

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Unfinished Business | Modern Warfare IIII (2023)

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if something bad happens, who will your muse call first?

will your muse eat at fast food restaurants? if they're on a time crunch, what type of food will they grab?

what are your muse's biggest fears, and what caused them?

(For Roach and/or Nikolai)

IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS

(doin a lil read more cause this one got a bit long)

if something bad happens, who will your muse call first?

Roach: When he was living out in hiding, he had no one to call - only himself to rely on. Outside of that, though, his closest friend and the person he'd rely on most to help if something happened would be Ghost. The two of them have been through a lot together.

Nikolai: Entirely depends what the situation is. He’ll call whoever suits the situation. Usually, though, it’ll be either Price or Laswell - they’re his two most trusted friends, and they’re good problem solvers too. They know he'd do the exact same for them.

will your muse eat at fast food restaurants? if they’re on a time crunch, what kind of food will they grab?

Roach: Roach will absolutely eat fast food. He's the type to always nab other people's fries when they're not looking. He's more of a nuggets guy than a burger guy, but he'll still eat a burger if it's placed in front of him. Not the pickles though.

Nikolai: Nik prefers to cook for himself, but when he doesn’t have the time or it’s not possible he’ll take whatever he can get. That includes fast food - and this guy eats a lot, so it'll be whatever's the biggest and/or most filling for him.

what are your muse’s biggest fears, and what caused them?

Roach: Fire. He’s had too many encounters with it. First the fire that took his parents, then the one that almost killed him. In both instances it, in some way, also took his voice. He tends to avoid molotovs and explosives, and will always sit a little further away from the campfire.

Nikolai: Not exactly a fear, per se, but Nik is a very paranoid man. Most - if not all - of his work is very secretive and very complicated, so there's always that worry in the back of his mind that someone will be after him. Whether that's for information or revenge, it doesn't matter, because either way he will not be caught unawares and without a weapon on him, or at least nearby.

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Nikolai | Modern Warfare III (2023)

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There was a very human sounding huff of laughter from nearby, startling Soap, who had turned just enough in his fight to see the dark figure of a very large man leaning against a tree at nearby. He hadn’t heard the man approach, whether his steps had been silent or Soap had been too concentrated on the fight, he wasn’t sure. Now he was distracted, though, and one of the drowners took advantage of its brief opportunity.

Soap saw the lunge with beast made for him just in time to dive out of the way, but as he stumbled back his foot hit a rock, and combined with the ground slick with mud and guts he lost his footing. He tumbled backwards into the dirt, hitting it hard. His hands met the wet floor as he threw them out to break his fall, somehow managing not to loose his axe in the process (it was the small victories), and he grimaced at the feeling. Lucky he was next to a lake so he could easily rinse this shit off once the last few drowners were dealt with, if they didn’t get to him first.

The drowner swung at nothing but thin air, stumbling too from the inertia of the action. He’d succeeded in getting out of the way, but at the cost of putting himself in even more desperate need of a bath and to have his clothes cleaned, as well as bruising his arse.

“Fuckin’ bastard!” he cried, unsure himself whether it was aimed at the drowner, the man by the tree, or just the world in general. “What are ye sneakin’ up on me like tha’ for?!”

He scrambled to get up and out of the way again as he called, all three drowners still after him, descending quickly.

He hadn’t been given much of an opportunity to study the man, he’d barely got a glance of him, but what he had seen had been large, dark, and… armed, he was pretty sure? He hoped, anyway, coming this close to an active fight, because he was likely to be dragged into it. Then, he realised the man must be here on purpose - it was out of the way of the main village and he didn’t look much like a fisherman, from what Soap had been able to tell, which meant he must also have been there for the bounty on these beasts. Fuck.

Ghost, too, had seen the bounty postings about the drowners.

Dead villagers, dead fishermen...

It was always the same old shit. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually had to make an effort with a hunt; two, three years ago, maybe. Since then, monotonous bounties of the dullest creatures were all that were being posted.

But, coin was coin, at the end of the day. Something more exciting would come along, he was sure, so for now, he simply had to make do with scraps. He'd admit, the hunt became a tad more intriguing when the villagers mentioned there was another fighter taking the bounty, too. He had left first, they said, but so long as someone brought back the proof of kill, they'd be the one to get paid.

So, he set out to work, tracking the other man as opposed to the hunt itself. He'd find them both, either way, but truth be told? He was more interested by the stranger than the slimy selection of drowners he was probably being swarmed by.

Nearing the lake, he began hearing grunts of effort coupled with the soft sound of steel cutting through drowner flesh and their pained screeches as they were taken down one by one. Ghost continued to step in the direction of the racket and, finally, he found it.

A man, smaller than he was but no less sturdy, swung his axe around with surprising precision. He cut down the beasts with ease, careful steps over the muddy ground. Ghost half expected him to lose his footing, maybe face plant into the slick ground (conditions worsened by the already slaughtered drowners, their guts lay out across the dirt like a grotesque rug) and the beasts would get the upper hand.

They didn't. Dark eyes hidden in the shade of his mask, Ghost blinked lazily as he watched the man continue to prance about, cutting down drowners with a decent efficiency for a human. He took another silent step forward, before leaning one shoulder against a tree. One hand resting on the hilt of his sword, as it always was, and the other hanging loosely by his side.

A low, rumbling chuckle slipped past his lips as the man dropped yet another drowner, finally seeming to pull himself back from his own thoughts. That kind of mistake would get him killed one day, as weak and squishy as humans were.

Maybe that would happen today. Ghost could only wait and see if the man met his demise, he supposed. If he did, he'd take the bounty in.

If not? Well, it'd be a first.