#ghoap headcanons

[eiraeths]

thinking about artist soap who always jokes about never being the muse. now ghost doesn’t have a lick of artistic ability in his fingers, but he does have money and a long mental list of soap’s favorite things.

it takes a few weeks to arrive in the mail. ghost doesn’t think he’s ever seen soap this quiet. a portrait from oil paint made by one of soap’s favorite artists.

[queermentaldisaster]

Soap, no matter how old he gets, forever gets a simple joy from receiving balloons.

Ghost will go out and buy them just to inflate them and give them to Soap.

They pop or float away within a day or hours but it's always worth it to see Soap beaming for that short time.

[robiinurheart33]

Or alternatively on the outside they look incredibly focused on the maps, standing side by side and glaring at the messy stack of papers, outsiders can only wonder what’s going through their brilliant minds at the moment.

“You looked pure braw today, LT.”

“Keep it in your pants MacTavish.”

Or

“What do you call a soldier who has gone through pepper and mustard spray?”

“No.”

“A seasoned veteran.”

“…Christ.”

All while pretending to plan, pointing at locations and staying in their seemingly intense strategic bubble.

Huge fan of a ship (ghoap) being secretive and cute with each other.

Like before a mission and ghost leans down to murmur at soap or soap keeping an eye on everyone while crossing his arms and speaking quietly to ghost.

Just them in general being good at their jobs and being all secretive and deadly, working together GREAT as a team. Like there’s a reason why they keep getting paired up together because they get the job done. It’s almost scary how well they seem to work together and when they set their mind on something there’s nothing getting in the way of ghost’s loyalty and soap’s stubbornness.

I can imagine the rest just whispering among themselves while soap and ghost pour themselves over a map, going hours at a time planning and strategising by themselves like it’s amazing. I love them. I love weird strange deadly couples.

[ghcstao3]

ghost’s accent being pretty neutral. says he’s from manchester but no one thinks he really sounds it.

until, that is, he’s either very drunk or under heavy anaesthesia. it’s after he’d taken a nasty hit during a mission and soap had visited him near fresh from surgery that he discovers this fun little quirk.

obviously he takes great joy in throwing ghost an “english, riley,” even though the man is far too loopy to care, and probably to remember as well. and best believe soap takes a video to remember because he knows very well that ghost will do his damnedest to deny the fact he sounds like a liam gallagher clone when he really lets loose.

[skyrigel]

Cop: What are your names?

Johnny: Don't tell them, Y/n.

Cop, writing: Y/n...

Y/n: Bloody good job, Johnny!

Cop, writing: Johnny...

Simon:

Simon: Simon.

Cop, writing: Simon...

[xombite]

“You can’t just pull a bit of mistletoe out of your pocket whenever you fancy a kiss, Johnny.”

"Why no’? Ye didnae complain the last six times.”

“Fair point.”

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[subliminalghoest]

Safe house

Ghoap x f!reader

The safehouse was barebones—four walls, a door that didn’t close properly, and a single narrow bed shoved against the wall like an afterthought. One thin blanket. No heater. Concrete floors so cold they bit through your boots.

Soap stepped in first, glancing around with a sigh. “Right, well. Guess this place was built for one poor bastard, not three.”

Ghost dropped his gear by the wall with a grunt. “I’ll take the floor.”

“Hell no,” you said automatically, slinging your pack down. “You’ll freeze.”

“I’m used to it.”

Soap rolled his eyes and gave Ghost a flat look. “You’ve got enough screws loose without adding hypothermia to the list.”

“Then I’ll take the floor,” you offered, already tugging at your jacket zipper. “I’m small enough to crash on my pack.”

Both men gave you the same sharp look.

“No,” Ghost said, voice final.

“You’ll ache for a week,” Soap added. “We’re not doing that.”

You all stood there a moment, silent, stubborn. Then Soap looked at the bed again and shrugged.

“We’re all adults. One bed, three bodies. Head to toe if we have to.”

You arched a brow. “Ever tried sleeping with Ghost’s boots near your face?”

Ghost snorted, the faintest smirk in his voice. “I’m not sleeping in my boots, you know.”

Eventually, an agreement was made: all three of you in the bed, boys facing outward—Ghost on one side, Soap on the other, and you safe in the middle. They’d flank you, keep you warm, no funny business. Just sleep.

That had been the plan, anyway.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up—just that the moonlight had shifted and the room was bathed in soft silver. You were too warm, wrapped in heat that had nothing to do with the thin blanket.

Soap’s arm was slung lazily over your waist, his hand resting just beneath the hem of your shirt, skin-to-skin and entirely unbothered. His breath tickled the curve of your neck, soft and steady. One of his legs had somehow worked its way between yours, your leg hitched over his.

Behind you, Ghost was molded to your back, chest pressed close, the slow rise and fall of his breath an anchor against your spine. One of his arms wrapped around your middle, the other tucked beneath the pillow you shared. Protective. Possessive. Present.

You shifted slightly, caught between warmth and awareness, and felt Soap's fingers twitch.Ghost’s hand tightened, just a fraction. Like they both felt it too.

Your breath hitched.

It wasn’t anything overt. Nothing crude. You were surrounded, caged in heat and strength and quiet tension.

And God, it felt good.

You could’ve pulled back. Should’ve. But you didn’t. You leaned in—drifting your fingers along Ghost’s forearm, letting your leg press deeper against Soap’s. Neither man spoke, but Soap’s breath caught, quiet and sharp.

Ghost... Ghost exhaled against the back of your neck, slow and deliberate, his face pressing in closer.

You fell asleep again like that—wrapped in the kind of tension that lulled you rather than startled. Wanting to stay wrapped in this dream a little longer before having to face reality.

—————————————————————————

The second time you woke, it was slower—every inch of your body aware before your mind caught up.

Warmth. Weight. Pressure. Breath against your throat.

Soap had shifted in the night, his head now tucked beneath your chin, resting lightly on your bicep. Your arm had curled around him, cradling him. His hand had drifted lower, fingers curved gently around the dip of your thigh. Your hips pressed snugly to his. Innocent, but barely.

Behind you, Ghost had only pulled you closer—his hand now splayed along your ribs, thumb rhythmically stroking the soft skin just under your breast.

You stayed still. Testing the moment.

Then you moved—just a little. A shift, nothing more.

Soap stirred against you, his body pressing closer.

Ghost’s hand stilled… then resumed its slow stroke.

Deliberate. Intentional.

“You’re awake,” came Ghost’s voice—low, gravelly. Dangerous.

You swallowed. “Didn’t mean to move.”

“Didn’t say stop.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Soap chuckled, his voice still thick with sleep and something else. “Think she likes waking up between us.” He arched his neck up and you felt his nose run up your neck, running back down to your collar bone where he nuzzled into you.

Your breath hitched.

“You’re imagining things,” you mumbled, but your voice betrayed you. Soft. Breathless.

“You sure about that?” Ghost leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear through the mask. “Because from where I’m lying, you haven’t moved away.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. You were burning now—trapped between them and completely unwilling to escape.

Soap shifted again, his hand trailing down your thigh, thumb brushing the edge of your shorts. “We won’t do anything you don’t want, love,” he murmured.

“But if you want something…” Ghost said, voice dropping to a low, dark promise, “…just say it.”

The silence stretched.

And you wondered how you were going to convince yourself that this was a bad idea.

Part two Here

[thatoneautisticshark]

When Ghost drifted to sleep on Price's bed in the room where they were all hanging out, no one really noticed for a little while.

He'd been quiet today, so no one pushed him to talk, so they didn't spot he was snoozing for another few minutes.

Gaz was the first to spot it, face splitting into a grin as he nudged Soaps leg with his foot to get his attention. “Pstt Tav. Bet ye can't cuddle up to him without waking him.”

Soap grinned ferally, “Bet, ay can totally snuggle ‘im” he stood up, sitting next to Ghost on the bed, giving an extra look over to ensure he was indeed asleep.

He then just layed down, onto one of ghosts arms that was splayed out. Holding his breath as Ghost stirred.

Luckily for him, the lieutenant did not wake, simply rolled over slightly, pulling soap closer, and cuddling him.

Gaz pulled a face in surprise. “Damn … ye reckon he'd cuddle me two?"

Soap grinned, gesturing for his mate to try, as Gaz settled against Ghosts other side, subsequently also being pulled into a cuddle.

Both sergeants had shit eating grins as the snuggled closer. Both in disbelief that this actually happened.

When price finally glanced over, he has to do a double take. “Lads… what?”

Soap grinned “Come on cap! We are gently dog piling LT, aka cuddles”

Price, after a moments hesitation, gently settled on top of them.

Within 10 minutes all of them were out. When Ghost woke, he got a little bit baffled, but simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

[bluebonnetbandit]

John who has memory loss after he was shot in the head but was still medically cleared to go back to work. While recovering, he stayed home with his family, with everyone always coming by to see him so he could re-familiarize himself with everyone. Then, when he came back to Britain, everyone took turns staying with him at his flat, but due to medical requests and requests from each of their own therapists, they weren’t allowed to tell John too much or answer a lot of questions. They couldn’t tell him what he was like before, couldn’t tell him where his journals were because they knew he was trying to rush the process of remembering everyone and his relationship with him (they even changed all their contact names in his phone to just their names, no nicknames or emojis). They couldn’t call each other by their nicknames or callsigns; Soap couldn’t be ‘soap’ or ‘Johnny’; he was just John. Even though he remembers his own name and callsign, he was John for now. Simon was also asked to slowly introduce his mask, they didn’t want there to be any confusion on John’s behalf.

It’s his first week back on base and he spends the day getting familiar with everything again. At night, Kyle walks him to his room because their rooms are closest to each other. He tells him to get him if he needs anything and John nods with a smile. He couldn’t sleep, something just felt wrong when he tried to fall asleep. The room didn’t feel like his bedroom in a way, it didn’t feel like his bed. After a few hours he finds Simon room. He hesitated a little before knocking. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Simon would asked panicked. John just looks at him, doesn’t know what to say or do, doesn’t know how to describe his feeling. “I know that’s my room, but it’s not MY room, that’s not my bed.” Is all John says. Simon moved over and lets him walk into his room. It’s like muscle memory and instinct took him over as soon as he was in Simon’s room. His body knew where to walk to find the extra blankets and pillows. He knew where to lay on the bed, his body knew where his spot was. Simon could feel himself start to cry, John didn’t have any memory but he remembered where he belonged, where he was comfortable. Simon got back into bed and John body instantly shuffled towards Simon’s and he rested his head on his shoulder. Little peeks of Johnny were starting to show. Johnny was coming back slowly but surely.

[leathfaic]

Ghost thinks he's cracked the code when he gifts Johnny an ultra complicated lego set for Christmas. Something to keep his hands and mind busy for a while.

He's watching, with terror and awe as Soap burns through a 1000+ pieces in an hour, with half a bottle of whiskey in him - drinking more while he's at it. He smiles the whole way through, though - and Ghost gets a tipsy peck on his cheek. Which might or might not have made the whole endeavour worth it.

"Thought that might keep you busy a while longer." he admits later, when he's deep into his own cups.

"Ach, dinnae sound so disappointed Ghostie, not'ing in there tha' can explode. Can work fast and sloppy."

Ghost just spent an hour staring at Johnny's hands and the concentration painted on his face. He knows there was nothing sloppy about that assembly. But he has to admit that compared to Soap's usual jobs, this is bound to be rather calming.

His eyes meet Price's over in another corner of the room. And the message, conveyed by a single raised eyebrow is clear. Ghost is not to add explosives to any gifts, even if it would make Soap very happy.

So naturally the next time - at Johnny's birthday - he slaps down a timer and a fully assembled lego set.

"Better get it done in time Johnny. And no cheating."

The way Soap's face lights up at the implication that there might be a bomb in his birthday gift should be concerning. But all it does is make Ghost wish there actually were some.

Johnny is a good sport about properly disassembling the marzipan compromise inside though. And just to prove he can immediately rebuilds the legos into the other figure they can form - taking a shot every time he has to look at the manual.

And when he carries his way too drunk partner to bed, Ghost vows to apply for Christmas leave. Which is something he hasn't done since...well for a long, long time.

Johnny, being the man that he is, never questions why they are going to spend Christmas in the countryside. A small cottage barely worth the name, as far away from other people as you can get on the Isles.

He just takes the chance to kiss Ghost every chance he gets, enjoying the fact that their isolation means he's getting an unprecedented amount of mask-free Simon.

"Got a surprise for you out in the shed, sweetheart." Ghost whispers when he catches Soap from behind while the man is about to open a bottle.

"Sounds like what a serial killer would say to lure ye into the open."

Ghost decides not to ponder that. With the reality of their jobs that answer... more than he's willing to argue right now.

"Should wait with that until you've had the surprise." he says instead, gently taking the bottle from Soap. Who for the first time frowns.

Ghost relents and they bring the scotch to the shed.

When Soap sees what he cooked up, he whistles low, no need to confirm that what he's seeing is the real deal.

It has taken all of Ghost's knowledge about explosives to craft the abomination. The two lego sets combined with a new third one, 6 sets of cables - all the same colour, and of course a live charge inside.

Johnny goes all still. Stalks closer like he's trying to get the drop on the inanimate object.

Watches it from all sides before turning to Ghost, "Do Ah need to follow protocol?"

His voice clearly tells him he hopes he does not have to. Ghost once again feels vindicated in his choice to move them out here, just pressing the bottle back into Soap's hand with a smile.

If this is what takes them both out then it's already worth it for the unhinged grin it gets him. Johnny's feral joy is infectious, and when he finally steps away raising his hands like he's expecting a crowd to cheer, Ghost honestly couldn't tell you how much time had passed.

He doesn't get a chance to ponder it either because the next second he's tackled by a full grown Scot with a half empty bottle of scotch in his hand and taken clean of his feet.

And if he hadn't already convinced this had been worth it, then the way Johnny makes sure to say thank you certainly is.

They do not make it back to the cottage for a good long while.

(This whole thing was inspired by my dear beloved @dismightyman who's singlehandedly holding it down in the Ghoap trenches with me)

[eiraeths]

sometimes when soap wants attention from ghost and they’re by themselves he’ll pick a spot in their flat and sit down and play excessively dramatic music until ghost tracks him down

[queermentaldisaster]

Okay, we all know Ghost has some thick thighs.

But Soap. Soap has slightly thicker thighs, and he's incredibly insecure about it.

Ghost loves them. Ghost, while he's fucking Soap raw, will press kisses to Soap's thighs and praise the hell out of em - “such pretty fuckin thighs” “i love these damn thighs” “Johnny, you drive me crazy just with these” - and it gives Soap a massive confidence boost. He will often be seen wearing shorts around the base just to drive Ghost crazy (cause he wears tight fuckin shorts)

[machveil]

Johnny towel whipping Simon in a locker room, all giggling and immature. smile dropping immediately when Simon runs his towel under water - twisting it up while slowly walking towards him, “Havin’ a laugh now, Johnny?”

[brattypagansub]

*Gaz exhausted and trying to figure out what a cranky and concussed Simon wants*

Gaz: ok.. cool cool cool cool.. got it.. but when you say Soap.. do you mean *pantomimes* hand soap… dish soap.. body soap.. or your husband Soap..

Ghost: *trying very hard to not head slap the man.. points to his ring finger*

Gaz: ah… he’s on mission but I can phone him for you..

[hawkeykirsah]

Don't remember if I ever shared this idea here before or not and I can't be arsed to check. Anyhoo.

Ghost never covers his face while on leave/at his flat. As soon as he's put some distance between himself and base the mask comes off. His neighbors have never seen him wear one. They only know Simon Riley, a regular bloke that helps out when people need it, be it moving furniture or helping his elderly neighbor with the shopping, not The Ghost.

Soap can hardly believe it the first time he's over and it's Simon who opens the door, not Ghost.

At first he's not sure if he's jealous that these people just...get to see Simon, no secrecy or anything, but mostly he's happy that he ALSO gets to see Simon like this; he's certainly not going to complain about it.