#sergeant mactavish

[luxcuriousao3]

The wolf reader fic is gooood! I was actually wondering about Soap's take on reader leaving, considering in part one he felt the bonds break and it actually hurt?????

Love your work 🫶

Thank you!! As for Soap's take, I think he eventually becomes aware that the ache in his chest is a pack bond breaking, and he knows that it's his bond with you. But he doesn't realize you're the one who broke it. He thinks his subconscious finally broke it for him after weeks and weeks of putting it off because despite your "bigotry" and his attitude towards you, he didn't want to break it. Wolves are loyal creatures, after all. A part of him will always love you, even if you hate him.

[nightcrews]

A knock at your door rouses you out of bed, bleary-eyed and immediately pissy. Squinting at your clock, it reads just past midnight, so whoever is on the other side better be there to tell you World War Three was starting, or their ass was grass.

Turns out it’s Soap, who gives you a sheepish look when you open the door, dressed suspiciously in a sweatshirt with the hood drawn up. It’s ninety fucking degrees out, for Christ’s sake.

“Promise ye won’ laugh.” He says, pushing his way into your room without asking.

“Soap, it’s fucking midnight, you’re lucky I’m not kicking you right now.” You grumble, rubbing your eyes.

“It’s an emergency, I swear!”

“Fine. I won’t laugh.”

He pulls down his hood and you laugh. It bursts out despite your best effort to hold it in, clutching your stomach as he glares at you, “What did you do?”

He looks like he got into a fight with a lawnmower, his mohawk fucked up with jagged lines and uneven patches. There might even be a chunk of short hair missing from the back.

“Tried cleanin’ it up myself before we ship out tomorrow. Was gettin’ a little too long, ye know?” He scratches the back of his head, “Thought it couldn’ be tha’ hard, could it? Went a bit feral.”

“I’d say.” You can’t help the grin on your face, “It looks like a wild animal mauled you in your sleep.”

“Can ye fix it? Please?” He widens those damned blue eyes, giving you his best puppy-eyed look, “I’m beggin’ ye, hen.”

You balk, “What makes you think I can fix it?”

“You seem capable!” He waves his arms around wildly, producing a clippers from his hoodie pocket, “Ye’ve saved my arse so many times, I need ye to again. I canna face the others lookin’ like this.”

You sigh heavily.

“Please, lass. I’ll get on my knees if I have to.”

“Please don’t.” You mutter, despite the thought that that actually wouldn’t be so bad, “You owe me.”

You roll out your desk chair and pat the seat, taking the clippers from him when he sits, “My life.” He vows.

He sits the stillest you’ve ever seen him as you run the clippers over his head, fixing and shaping whatever’s left to salvage. The only thing moving are his fingers tapping against his knees, anxiously awaiting to see how badly he’d be made fun of by the rest of the 141. How long he’d have to hide himself in his room from the rest of the base.

If you had anything to do about it, which you do, he wouldn’t need to. Soap was as close to you as close could get before going intimate, and even then sometimes you wondered where his interest lay. Yours definitely would hurtle that thin little unspoken, unacted-upon barrier, if only you knew for sure it wouldn’t kill your friendship if he didn’t feel the same. All the same, you wouldn’t let him leave your room in his current state.

“Kinda dangerous lettin’ you this close te my neck.” He grins at you through the mirror on your desk.

“Should have thought about that before giving yourself a reverse mullet.” You quip, offering a small, concentrated smile.

“Still dead sexy though.”

“Maybe.” You tip your head in thought, “If you squint really hard. With the lights off.”

“Och. Tha’s brutal hen.”

“So was this haircut.”

You both laugh as you poke your tongue out between your teeth, running the the clippers slow and steady next to the long part of his ‘hawk.

After a bit more cleaning up with some scissors, you pat his shoulders and say, “Well, I think this is about as good as you’re gonna get, Soap.”

He turns his head from side to side, smoothing it back with his hand before grinning. Jumping up, he whirls and grasps your head in both hands, planting a big wet kiss on your forehead, “Ye saved my life, bonnie!”

You roll your eyes and turn away to hide the blush on your cheeks, “Can’t have people thinking you’re more of a lunatic than you are.”

“Seriously.” Soap’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging slightly until you turn to glance at him. There’s a soft look on his face, one that makes your heart flutter fondly in your chest. His blue eyes hold yours unwaveringly, and he steps forward to pull you into a warm hug, “Thank you.”

You hug him back, closing your eyes to soak in the heat of his body, his smell, the feel of his arms around you, the beat of his heart. He feels good there, like it’s where he’s supposed to be. When he steps away, he takes all the warmth right with him.

“An’ lass?” He gives you those puppy eyes again, “Ye won’ say anythin’ te the boys, will ye? This stays between us?”

“My lips are sealed. But I expect you’ll give me your dessert in our next rations.” You mumble, trying not to act like his hug had been more than worth getting woken up in the middle of the night.

“Already yers.” He grins, giving you one more kiss to your temple as he sweeps out the door.

You crawl back into bed, cheeks burning, wishing he’d say that about himself.

The next day, Soap beams when more than one person around base compliments his trim.

[lunarw0rks]

i like how we collectively agree that soap is the type of friend that would fuck you if you asked. no argument, no negotiation necessary. he just will.

and you don’t even have to be a bestfriend; johnny is slutty like that.

[vrtvyg]

John Soap Mactavish who gives the SLOPPIEST head.

He fucking loves sucking you off, settling between your legs anywhere anytime.

it's almost disrespectful, the way his spits on your cock, two hands stoking it.

he'll turn it into a damn challenge, seeing if he can take ya all the way down without gagging. He wants you to grip his hair and push his head all the way down. doesn't care if he gags, wants to keep going. wants you to cum either in his mouth or on his face. he'll groan and talk you through it, jerking you off quickly as you get closer, opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

"Cmon lad, give it to me. f'ockin give it to me want ya to cover me in yer com."

Might ask you to take a pic of him, drool dripping down his chin, cum across his face, on his tongue. Will use the picture to get him off on deployment, along with a pair of your boxers stuffed in his mouth.

[salemlinnet]

package secured 🫡 full on twitter and bsky

[blackcrayons]

💀 "It's capture or kiII."

🧼 "Copy that, L.T."

I added some color variations requested in comments ❤️💜🩵

Apparently Soap looks surprisingly good in magenta 💅💖

Free 4k on my P@treon, etc. 🙃

[confused-wanderer]

Gaz definitely shows Soap that one meme where scots can’t say “purple burglar alarm”

He is now the sole person responsible for Soap’s spiral to madness when the man kept aggressively repeating it even during missions.

Soap: Purp-berglarah- FUCK

Enemy he currently has at gunpoint: Oi mate it’s not that fucking hard. “Purple. Burglar. Alarm”

Soap: DIDN ASK YER OPINION DINNAE

Enemy: LEARN HOW TO FUCKING TALK

Soap: OH GO AN BOIL YER HIED

Ghost finds the whole thing amusing and is occasionally tormenting him on the comms. Price has given up all hope of trying to stop the madness.

[danibee33]

https://youtube.com/shorts/-bvNKbuongQ?si=PZ2EyapSWtrgkflh

Which one of the guys would act like this?

first of all, i love this and i giggled, so thank you♥️

& to answer your question:

hear me out… Johnny. my mans can get shot, stabbed, beat up- you name it, and he’ll get up ready for more.

bring out a needle though? immediately no, immediately no.

[pekoehoneyncream]

Soap Basic Info

Legal Name: John MacTavish Call Sign: Soap D.O.B: 18, August, [REDACTED] Rank: Sergeant Nationality: Scottish Race: White Height: 183cm, 6’ Eyes: Blue Hair color: Brown Pronouns: He/Him Notable features: Wears hair shaved into a Warhawk Associations: SAS TF-141

Soap is the second eldest of the six MacTavish children.

(Dau, Son(soap), Dau, Dau, Son, Dau)

MacTavish was invited by his cousin, Sean, (a member of the 23d Regiment of the Special Air Service) to see what it was like to be in the British Army. Afterwards, MacTavish often visited his cousin on weekends. When he was sixteen, he tried several times to enroll in the SAS and while he lied about his age, he was caught every time. After his eighteenth birthday, MacTavish officially joined. MacTavish was trained as a sniper and demolitions expert. MacTavish passed the selection tests with the highest possible marks on all three phases of the course, coming just a few seconds behind the record holder, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. He became the youngest candidate to pass the SAS selection in the British Army history.

(As always this is my personal canon, with influence from canon)

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[nightcrews]

*Gaz and Soap driving across base to pick up Price and Ghost*

Soap: mind if we pick up Joe, too?

Gaz: *squinting in thought* who’s Joe??

Soap: *grinning*

Gaz: wait.

Gaz: no—

Soap: Joe ma—

*tires squealing*

[strawbvnnii]

Fanart of John “Soap” MacTavish 🧼

As Neil would say, stay frosty!

[lisenberry]

Just finished watching My Lady Jane, all I could think of was how perfect this actor would be as a young Soap. I don't remember his character's name, but he's the love interest of King Edward.

[salemlinnet]

October 28th, 2022 and October 31st, 2022

i've always wanted to show that tac vest some real love, i've always adored the color palette of his night ops skin. they're meant to be loose ghost pov. the first is inspired by my favorite part of my favorite mission, securing the helicopter crash site in Capture or Kill (in terms of gameplay. i just need to hear ghost tell me to keep up every few months that's how i keep sane and focused, sometimes a few times in a row. that and Cartel Protection (and usually when i'm done playing that on repeat i end up playing close air on repeat but we're not talking about you rn graves). Alone is my favorite in terms of story telling). the second is inspired by the morning they arrive on the airstrip in Las Almas, though for narrative purposes this would actually take place the next morning. ghost gets blinded by the sunrise on his morning run c:

this was such a dream to paint, even a year later when i can see the errors i'm still so proud haha. smut's coming soon. the fixit comic's a bit longer and needs to be cropped for the web so that'll be later. brief early access for patrons as they don't have to wait for me to put social media posts together. also first scene of ch6 probably out today.

[addlermme]

So I have been thinking, what if...

Soap is a very observant man when it comes to people

Like, with just a glimpse or a person posture, way of speech and reaction, he can tell you what their fav food is (or maybe not that way, that's just an example)

He can easily read a person like an open book. What type of person are they, what are their intentions, when will they break? He just knows more and more the longer he's with them.

And only his Lt, Gaz and Price know this. Ghost might sometimes ask him what and when will the person break during interrogation before giving information they needed and it helps a lot.

He probably have/known this ability of his before getting into military service and it is pretty well known amongst his family members

Maybe that's why Soap manage to break the wall Simon had build, found a way to get closer to his Lt and made him happy again.

And it's probably the reason he easily befriended some people. Tho he prefer to use his real personality in front of people, unless it's work related, still he probably gonna do it.

~~~

And there goes another headcanon :3

Tell me what do you think 'bout it?

Bye! Lucks and Hugs :3

[archive-doll]

So, I'm finishing my Frank Castle fiction (never been more in love with a man), but I got a new idea...

Poly!141, though it's not official but when sweet Gaz fall deep in love with reader the only think he wants is for her to meet his lads (love of his life), and slowly they starts a polyamorous relationship.

In most fiction, the boys are already together somewhat but I like the idea of them yearning for each other but never quite going there -- until sweet you, you treat 'em all nice and soft help them realize that yeah, it's nice, waking up by each other side. And it's alright too, to want it.

[fiveshelmet]

NEIL ELLICE IS ON TIK TOK!!? BFFR 😫