#ghoap dads

[gugapuppy]

Have a lil jerboa ghost dad

(After I'd finished drawing I realised that I'd made them more rat-like instead of jerboa, but fuck it, I'm too tired to do it again!)

[divine-draws]

POV you knock on the Riley-MacTavish door and get greeted with this (originally posted on my ko-fi)

[mactavishenjoyer]

(wedding planning)

Soap:"your dad? Duh."

Ghost:"He's dead."

Soap:"Oh my fucking god he Is literally right there. I don't care if Price and you got in a fight he's still your dad and I want him in our wedding."

Price:"I- I'm not his dad?"

Soap:

Gaz:"Bullshit."

Roach:"Biggest damn lie I've heard all month."

Soap:"Womp Womp, you're not getting out of the wedding."

[mrjeremyman]

RAT DAD GHOST!!! HE HAS MANY RATS THEY’RE HIS FAMILY!!!

Phillip: absolute trouble maker, will escape and will cause chaos. Has to be separated from the group sometimes because he will start fights.

Gregory: Polite and gentle young lad, loves his berries. Ghost tends to let first time rat handlers hold him first to get a feel as Gregory isn’t fussy.

Ivo: Most skittish but over all nice. Never bites, will go bald soon.

Toms: most energetic and curious rat, is usually the one scrapping with Phillip. Fussy eater, might bite of feeling moody. But on a good day, very happy to get pets and to be held. Might run away if too excited.

I love them. So much.

[risetherivermoon]

Soap asks Price for his blessing before proposing to Ghost, and Price is just like: "What? I'm not his dad."

Soaps like: "Youre not?"

and when Soap retells the story to Ghost at the actual reception Ghost furrows his brow and goes: "Wait he isnt?"

[pfhwrittes]

i can't get the thought of simon calling johnny "our johnny" out of my head.

it's such a northern thing to do. it's such a normal thing for him to think in the privacy of his own head where he doesn't have to soften his nasal manchester accent or hide away the linguistic markers that make the brass bristle or recruits snigger.

but he's never said it out loud to anyone because when he thinks "our johnny" what he really means is "my johnny". and that's not a thought he can share with anyone.

[staytrueblue]

Haven

"Johnny asked if he thought it could be possible for them to be parents one day. And to his utmost surprise, Simon didn't find himself hesitating in his response."

wc: 872 tags: Fluff. Adoption of a toddler. Ghoap as parents.

ao3 link

She is going to be there any second.

The anticipation is killing them.

Johnny grips Simons hand tightly, trying to stay grounded as they wait. He is a bundle of anxiety, energy and nerves vibrating from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

He bounces on his toes glaring at the man next to him, a perfect example of cool calm, holding him in place. But Johnny knows the tells of his husband, and the clammyness of his palm is what gives him away.

Suddenly, they hear it. Johnny glances up at Simon, eyes wide as a little patter of sneakers comes down the hallway. Soft against the linolium floor.

Bright curious eyes and ringlets of hair peek around the corner of the door.

And their world stops.

Simons hand loosens its grasp. Johnny feels his heart jump into his throat, the little girl looks up at them, eyes still wide as her Caretaker encourages her to walk further into the room.

His eyes flick to the tiny hand wrapped around two of the Caretakers fingers.

Letting go of his husbands hand Johnny slowly bends a knee to the ground. Ignoring the aching twinge as he gets closer to eye level with the girl.

Their little girl.

"Hi, little lass."

Simon blinks, thrown back in time. The softness of his voice bringing back a memory. It has only been two years since Johnny asked if thought it could be possible for them to be parents one day.

And to his utmost surprise, Simon didn't find himself hesitating in his response. At that time they had been retired for over a year. They were in a good place. Physically therapy for Johnnys knee and Simons shoulder had been going well. As well as it could be.

After a long discussion and several arguements, they both had started regular therapy. It took a while to find a therapist that saw through all their bullshit and nonchalance, but once they did things only continued to get better.

They communicated with them as well when it came time to prepare for the adoption. The therapist ended up even providing a recommendation letter for them to give to the adoption agency. Along with Laswell, Price, and Johnnys' parents. Which thinking about brought Simon to tears even now.

In the beginning, so soon after their retirement, quiet was what they needed. But as time went on the peace became painful. It felt like something was missing. So when Johnny asked under the cover of darkness about them becoming parents Simon found himself saying yes.

And the moment that little one and a half-year-old peeked her head around that corner Simon knew he had made the right choice.

His heart pounds like he's in the middle of a gunfight. Limbs becoming loose and senses more aware. But there isn't gunfire, there is only the tip tap of little shoes.

Simon watches the girl let go of her Caretakers hand, balancing for a moment until she starts to waddle toward his husband. Who was waiting with open arms.

"Little love." Strong arms wrap around her carefully as he carefully lifts her. She pants her hands against Johnnys chest, showing off her few teeth with a smile.

"I'm your Da!" Johnny chokes on the last word breathing in sharply. She babbles in response, laying her head down on his shoulder.

Large eyes flick up to Simon. He holds his breath. She looks him over in the judgemental only a toddler can when finally a little hand reaches out, in awe of the swirls of ink on his arm. Chuckling he leans forward, letting her poke and pinch at the designs.

Johnny turns feeling her movement and sees the interaction of the two of them. Smiling he gently lifts her from his body. Extending the babbling girl to him.

He finds himself hesitating, feeling almost unworthy to hold such a gift, but as his Johnny smiles encouragingly and the baby babbles with her arms still stretching to him he accepts.

Simon gathers her in his arms. It takes a moment to balance her against his body. His heart aches once the weight of her settles in his hold. She's small. Barely bigger than his thigh, so light and fragile. Holding her close he smiles down at her round cheeks as she babbles on.

She presses a hand to his face. At her touch he closes his eyes, tears he hasn't felt in so long stinging in the corners. She traces the raised bumps and indents along his face. Completely unfearful and unknowing of what is behind the scars

"'M yer dad." Simon whispers to her, voice tight. He presses her small forehead against his.

Johnny slides his arm around him, curling to include her in his embrace. He presses a gentle kiss on his husbands shoulder. The tears formed from watching their interaction finally sliding down his cheeks.

"Have you decided to change her name?" The Caretaker asks quietly, making the couple turn.

Johnny smiles at his husband as he nods, wrapping an arm around his husband and holding their daughter close, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Haven." Simon replies, voice tight.

"Her name is Haven."

[meowmeowriley]

"Why'd the soldier run into the demo site before it went down?"

Soap sighed, throwing a long suffering glance to his Lieutenant. He shifted his grip on his rifle. He could pretend he didn't hear the man but... either morbid curiosity or masochism won out. He wasn't sure which. "Why?"

"To C-4 himself."

"Awful."

"More?"

"As if you'd stop if I said 'no'." Years of practice kept a smile off his face. In all the time Soap had known Ghost, the man's sense of humor had remained steadfastly terrible.

Their unit advanced. Ghost and Soap were in the lead, spread far enough to need comms to talk, but close enough to signal one another if need be. Their men fanned out behind them.

"You hear 'bout the microwave incident on base?" Ghost's voice had taken on an ethereal quality.

Glancing over again, Soap spared a moment to admire the other man's silhouette against the muted orange glow filtering through the trees. He deftly stepped over branches and around trees. Rifle at the ready. Always ready.

Soap had missed this. Missed him. Missed them.

Soap hadn't blown up a microwave for fun in much too long. He hadn't had time, too desperate to fix things. Things were fixed. He'd need to change that when they got back. "Go on."

"Lost two kernels in a popcorn explosion."

"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."

"I'm just warming up."

Good. "That's a worrying statement."

"'Fraid of a good time, Johnny?"

"Afraid your jokes'll be the death of me."

"You could only hope so."

Trees and branches created illusory enemies as the trudged through the wood, but their trained eyes and steel nerves kept their small platoon from panicking. Sure-footed, they kept searching.

Soap offered one of his own. "What do you call an officer who spends too much time at the head?"

"What?"

"A loo-tenant."

"Not bad." A pause, Soap had just begun to soak in the praise when Ghost continued. "Not good either."

"Fucker. Yours're no better."

"I'm much better."

You are. "Keep telling yourself that."

"Why's there no winning a war with zombies?"

"Ghost." Soap's warning fired off nearly unbidden. He didn't like where this joke was headed. Behind him he heard one of his men misstep, a twig snapping. Perhaps the cause of his warning had been mistaken.

"Cause it's dead even."

"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."

Minute crackling from the smoldering world around them filled the uncomfortable silence that followed his outburst.

"Lighten up, Johnny." Easy for him to say.

"I'll try, Sir."

"Heard the Navy is the most religious military branch. 'Parently they love a good warship."

***

Why did they have to use comms? Why did they have to keep that thing around?

The Sergeant was a freak, but at least he was still human. Still alive.

"Hnnnnnnggggrrrrrrraaaaahh." The fucking monster that had once been their Lieutenant moaned, scratchy and split. It traveled through the smoke unnaturally, fraying the nerves of the men it led.

"Go on."

"Rrrrrah arrrrrrrrnnnnnn."

"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."

It still moved like a man, from a distance you'd never know.

But the sounds. Why did they keep it? It was one of them.

"Eyuhm. Mruuuuaaammm."

"That's a worrying statement."

Why the hell did the fucking thing moan into comms? Why did the Sergeant respond like it was talking? Why did they all have to pretend they weren't being led to their deaths by a fucking Zombie and a mutant who'd lost his mind?

"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."

MacTavish's snap quieted the monster for a moment. Holy shit he could breath again.

"Ahhmff. Ohnneeee."

"I'll try, Sir."

The beast began to moan again, it floated back to them, broken bloodied nails against his nerves. It crackled through their comms. It was destroying him. "I can't fucking take this anymore!"

Both freaks rounded on him. He leveled his gun at the former Lieutenant.

"Corporal Evans, what the fuck?" Sergeant MacTavish snarled. Green eyes mutely glowing.

"That fucking thing keeps moaning. He's dead, he's one of them! Why are we pretending he isn't?"

The Sergeant was moving before Evans could even blink. Evans fired off a shot but it went wide, nowhere near his target, as the Sergeant laid hands on him.

Green smoke emanated from the mutant, eyes glowing fiercely as he threw Evans into a tree and held him there. Pain in his collar bone and a loud crack told him it had been broken.

The Sergeant barked something at him, but his ears were ringing too loudly and his mind was clouded. He must've hit his head against the tree.

***

"Heard a shot, boys. Report."

"Evans lost his damn mind and took a shot at Ghost." Soap spat. He was ready to rip the Corporal limb from limb, the traitor would deserve it.

"He hit?"

A hand landed on his shoulder. A bloodied skeleton print glove, missing the ring finger and revealing grayed flesh and blood caked under the nail.

Toxic green met milky white. Ghost's eyes still conveyed such intense emotions. He was worried about the shot and yelling giving away their position. He was feigning indifference to being targeted. He was angry about Soap losing his head.

"Ohnee. Rauhghh."  Ghost's voice echoed within Soaps mind as well. 'Johnny. Cool it.'

"Ghost's fine. Shot missed."

"Hhhnnnnaowww."

Soap rolled his eyes and dutifully translated for the others. "Apparently I just broke Evans's collar bone."

Price grunted before ordering. "Right. Bring him back in one piece, he'll be dealt with later."

Two of the others had stepped up. Zip-cuffs and duct tape in hand. There'd be no more outbursts from Evans, then.

"He probably got heated because you're not translating for us, Soap. I'm missin' his comedy gold." Gaz piped up.

Ghosts exposed mouth was one of the benefits to his condition, he refused to use a different mask since the incident. His slack, broken jaw didn't stop him from smiling.

"Hnnh hnnhh huaaaaaarrrrrnnnnnghuhh."

Soap closed his eyes and centered himself. Things had been so touch and go for so long. Theyd kept Ghost caged because they didn't know they could still trust him. No one could hear him. When The Director had offered to change that, in exchange for Soap participating in a few experiments, he'd jumped on it. Hearing the man in his own mind now, he could never regret it. Even if the damn respirator on his face could never be removed.

" 'Picasso used to drive a tank. Was known for art-illery.' Sure you want me to keep translating?"

"Terrible, Sir."

"Fucking hell, Simon, that was bad."

A few of the men around them laughed or chuckled. None would look either officer in the eye though.

"I was trying to save you all." Soap said before taking his position back up and letting his men handle Evans.

They resumed their advance through the smoldering wood.

[tellmealittlelie]

Ghost and Soap shopping at the mall:

Ghost: hey, johnny, what do you call a store that sells only clothing for ghosts?

Soap, rolling his eyes: what?

Ghost: a "boo-tique"

Soap: okay, I've got one, what did the colour blind person say at the art exhibit?

Soap: "i'm here for the 'shades' of gray"

Ghost: that sort of insensitive to the colour blind folk like me, johnny

Soap: 😧 *mind blown*

Soap, holding up three fingers: how many do you see?!?

*based on a true story*

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Ghost putting up glow in the dark stars above his bed because he gets nostalgic about sleeping under the stars sometimes. Ghost having a nightlight so he can see his surroundings and make sure he's not back in that coffin when he wakes up from a nightmare. Ghost keeping a fan on in his room at all times to stop the ringing in his ears. Ghost only being able to sleep if another member of the 141 are in the room with him. Ghost who secretly enjoys cuddling and being held, but only Soap, Roach, and Price get the honors of being able to even touch him for prolonged periods of time. Ghost who cries when overwhelmed and overstimulated, but blames it on allergies or sweat.

[robiinurheart33]

John “terrible quips” MacTavish

Simon “dad jokes” Riley

[divine-draws]

i love the thought of simon making his own masks so here's some si doing some crafts for his kids (little skelly beanies and "daddy dolls" of himself for when he's deployed)

[floatingaimlessly333]

NikPrice who are trying desperately to have date night but keep getting interrupted by their children asking questions through the ring camera

The worst part is that the questions start before the couple even leaves the house.

Nik is styling his hair and John is grabbing everything they need to head out when they both get the first ring notification of many to come.

Alex: I’m heading to Tesco, do you guys need anything?

John, over the speaker: No, we’re good, lad. Maybe ask your siblings.

Alex: Will do. Have fun on your date!

The next comes seconds before Nik pulls out of the driveway.

Gary: Did you buy any apple juice yesterday? Also, if there’s free bread at the restaurant, you should steal some.

John: Gary, we’re right behind you, you didn’t need to use the camera.

Gary: *looks at his dads in the car and then back at the camera, staring deeply into it*

John, sighing: Yes, there’s apple juice in the pantry. And we’ll try and bring home some breadsticks.

Gary: Okay! Bye, love you!! *runs back inside*

They manage to get seated at the restaurant before the next notification goes through.

Simon: Hey dads, can Johnny and I take Captain for a drive?

John is about to turn on the microphone and give a firm ‘absolutely not’ when Simon starts talking again.

Simon: I’m gonna take your silence as a ‘yes.’ Bye dads, see you later!

Before either man can react, he and Captain are sprinting off the porch and hopping into Johnny’s waiting car.

Nik, chuckling: When did that boy get so bold?

John, exasperated: I’m entirely blaming this behavior on you. You’ve always had a penchant for giving me headaches.

Nik just laughs louder.

After that, a new alert pops up consistently every 10 to 15 minutes. And everytime it’s something that very easily could have been said over text.

Gaz asking if a few of his football mates could come over to play video games.

Farah and Valeria arguing over which movie to should watch and trying to get another opinion.

Gary trying to convince them that he should be able to have more pet cockroaches.

Alex asking if his running leg would look more impressive to his crush (even though it’s really not meant for regular walking).

The fathers look at each video message with fond but very tired sighs. Their next date is definitely going to be a ‘no phones’ affair.

Their phones ding once again as they’re handed the check. It’s Simon, and he’s holding Captain up to the camera like the massive dog weighs nothing.

Simon: Captain wants ice cream. But, he’s a dog, and therefore has no money, so…

John doesn’t even answer, he just sends Si £20.

Si stands at the doorbell until he gets the notification that the money went through.

Simon: Thanks dad! Love you!! *he runs back to the car*

After that, all is quiet. And that makes both men very suspicious. When they get home, the house is still and quiet. Which is incredibly suspicious.

Worried that their children have someone managed to murder each other in the hour and a half that they were gone, they approach the house with caution. John is tense when they reach the door, and it almost feels like he’s back in his military days again, about to breach an enemy’s safe house.

He unlocks the door and lets it slowly swing open. Once he catches sight of the living room, he’s almost brought to tears.

The two large living room couches have been pushed together and piled high with blankets and pillows. The coffee table holds their favorite ice creams and wine, and the tv is cued up with a movie they’ve been meaning to watch for ages.

Nik turns to John with tears in his own eyes, but is cut off by the ring camera.

The image that greets them is all of their kids standing out on the porch.

Alex: We know we kept bothering you guys during dinner, so we thought we’d make dessert a little more peaceful.

Farah: Si, Gary, and Gaz are staying at Johnny’s. Alex is coming with me to Valeria’s. Enjoy your night. We love you.

A chorus of ‘love yous’ can be heard and then they head off their separate ways.

Nik, wrapping his arm around John: Those sneaky little shits. They must have used the back door.

John, giving Nik a kiss on the cheek: Maybe we should get a camera for out there too. The first one turned out to be a pretty good purchase.

(I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THE LAST COUPLE WEEKS HAVE BEEN STRESSFUL 😭😭😭)(BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!)

[mrjeremyman]

Showing my rats places they haven’t seen!!

I wanted to add more but drawing is hard and also I have to go to a wedding tomorrow and the day after.

WIP of sleeping Johnny with the rats as an apology 🙏

[numberonecodwomenfan]

constantly torn between soapgaz, ghostsoap, ghostsoapgaz, or a secret fourth thing (token straight gaz)

[staytrueblue]

Golden Sunrise

Drabble. New parents Ghoap anxiously waiting for the announcement that their new babe has arrived! ao3 link

“For fucks sake Johnny you’re makin' me nervous with your pacing.”

“Aye I know I know, but she said her water broke and now she’s in the room there and the babes gonna be coming and I haven’t even set up the bottle heater and..”

“Johnny”.

Simons's voice came clear and quiet. Heavy hands rested on his shoulders grounding him, pulling his attention away from the double doors. Comforting golden brown eyes flicked over him above his black medical mask.

“You’re going to be a good da, Johnny.”

Johnnys' forehead fell to his husband's shoulder as the doors swung open, a nurse coming through with a smile as a lullaby started twinkling from the speakers overhead.

“Dads, are you ready to meet your girl?”

Throat tightening he gripped his husband's arm.

“It’s a girl.” Simon breathed his eyes wide looking down at him excitedly. The words were whispered with such adoration that the tears being barely held back finally spilled silently down Johnnys' cheeks.

The nurse led them into the quiet hall, the sun just starting to rise in the window as they approached. A small wrapped bundle was cradled against the chest of the lovely lass who had offered to carry for them.

“Congratulations.” she smiled softly at them, exhausted. At their pause in the doorway, she motioned them forward, “It’s okay, she wants to meet you.”

Johnny sniffed as Simon led him with a steady hand on his back.

“Little love,” the woman whispered to the cooing tiny bundle as she carefully lifted her to Simon's hands, “these are your dads.”

Simon's giant hands cradled the infant delicately, carefully supporting her neck like they had watched in all of the parenting YouTube tutorials.

“Johnny” Simon said tightly, emotion being held back by a string as he looked down at the baby in his hands. “Can you please?..My mask.”

Reaching up he unhooked Simons mask for him, revealing the crooked scars and broken angles of the man he loved.

He watched as Simon tentatively smiled, and as his broken lips gently kissed the new forehead of their baby girl he felt a new wave of tears spill over.

A soft hand reached out to him, rubbing his arm. He looked over to the woman on the bed, a smile on her face as she watched him.

“Alright?”

“I should be askin yew that.” Johnny sniffed, gripping the woman's hand in his own. “I don’t have words for how much this means to us. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this gift.”

She squeezed his hand, “Of course. Everyone deserves to experience this type of love.”

His heart throbbed at the words as the newborn in Simons's arms let out a whimpering cry.

“Oohh”, cooed Simon rocking her gently side to side. “You want your Da don’t ya little dove.”

The woman smiled at him encouragingly as he sat back steadying himself on the bed, Simon leaned toward him.

“Like we learned Johnny, alright?” His husband smiled at him, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright as he handed him their baby. A slow transition of hands supporting small heads, backs, and tiny bums.

Warmth radiated from the bundle as he felt the lightest weight settle in his arms. Breathing he looked down at the light blonde tiny babe nuzzling against the warmth of his chest. Their daughter, the realization came to him, this is who they had been waiting for.

“Just a wee bairn.” Johnny whispered holding her closer. “I cannae believe you’re finally here.” The bed sunk as Simon sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You both are going to be wonderful dads.” The surrogate said softly. “I cannot imagine a more loving family for her.”

Simon squeezed his shoulder as Johnny sniffled. “Less worried bout that bottle warmer now, huh?”

He let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, seems like we have much bigger things to worry about now.”

Pulling their daughter close he leaned against Simons's side feeling him curl his arm protectively around him, pulling them closer.

In the midst of overwhelming emotion, neither of the men had noticed a nurse come in and take a photo of the scene. Johnny found himself staring at it each time he went to her crib, the moment printed and hanging in a golden frame above it.

The four of them were highlighted by the golden sunrise, Johnny's face wet with happy tears, Simon's cheeks rosy and round as he smiled at their baby in his husband's arms, and the surrogate resting contentedly behind them, watching the scene unfold with the new fathers.

It made every diaper change and tantrum worth it, to remember the moment when they had found their love had become tangible, and they had become a family.