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echo-three-one · 11 days
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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from
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Of course this has to be from the Ghost NSFW that I did. 😭😭
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🥹🥹🥹 missing soap hours
for the record. [John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader]
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history is indeed written by the victor.
and in his eyes, you would always win.
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main pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader, mild Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader.
status: work in progress. 
current word count: 6,667
chapter 1 - alpha
chapter 2 - bravo
chapter 3 - charlie
chapter 4 - delta
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echo-three-one · 2 months
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REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️
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echo-three-one · 3 months
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I won.
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echo-three-one · 3 months
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nvm it's from a crate smh
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someone tell me who this guy is and where I can purchase the skin (the one in glasses)
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someone tell me who this guy is and where I can purchase the skin (the one in glasses)
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How ‘bout Jealous Soap x reader?
Hello Earthisdonut 🌍 🍩
I saw your ask while I was at work and I can't stop thinking about how the story goes... I had a lot of ideas but as I wrote, it kept on swinging on the other direction. Maybe it's my feelings being resonated into the words or an entire force telling me to go this way. Anyways here you go...
A jealous soap x reader fic.
Take me home
You take a deep breath and closed your eyes, clearing away the mixed sounds of random chatter, loud tv commentary and the all the yelling. 'Friday evening shifts are the worst' you thought to yourself as you make your way back to your station, wearing a smile on your face.
"Hey miss!" a customer whistled from the far end of the counter. You hastily walked to him and smiled. 
"What can I get you?" you asked with sincerity in your voice. You've worked long enough to master the art of faking a smile when in fact you are tired, but this job is all you have and the tips kept the bills afloat.
"Two beers and roasted nuts, please." He ordered, you were impressed at how kind he was, unlike the other new customers who reeked of rudeness and bad manners.
"Coming right up, Sir!" you winked as you tend to his order, mentally noting his tab for later. You hand him over the beer, placed on a circular chip that served as a coaster, followed by a heaping bowl of roasted nuts.
This kind of scene continued throughout the night, just with different kinds of people with different combinations of orders. You feel tired but you tend to forget it when you look at the tip jar, the thing that kept you moving forward. It's also the thing that's holding you back from life, you remembered when your best friend told you that you should unwind sometimes instead of rendering overtime during your day offs, to which you replied : "Soon enough", and that was well over a year ago.
As you wiped off the recently left spot by the counter, a well built man immediately took the spot and sat down, you tilted you head upward as the action surprised you. There he was, you couldn't miss his look, he stood out on the crowd because of his haircut, a perfectly cut mohawk and a scar on his left eye. He grinned at you, his blue eyes looked excited as soon as it met yours.
"John? I didn't know you'd be home!" You gasped as soon as you realized he's actually there, quickly putting a shot glass and pouring his favorite drink.
"Hey Y/N! I knew I'd find you here!" his hand gestured for a shake but he quickly dismissed it as soon as he realized he couldn't do it while you're at work.
"Yeah, working as always." you replied, trying to sound contented. He smiled at you as he raised his glass and downed the drink. You couldn't help but look at the way his Adam's apple moved as he consumed the drink.
His face turned into something incomprehensible as he let the taste of the strong alcohol set in, making you chuckle a little. His eyes turned to you as he heard you laugh.
"What's funny?" he asked. You simple shook you head and poured another pint on his shot glass. 
"I'll be back in a few. I have to serve drinks for these wild crowd." You informed him, but as soon as you were about to step out, you hear him stand up.
"What time will you be off?" He asked.
"Two more hours." You replied without looking back. You could feel your cheeks warm up and an uncontrollable smile plastered on your face. 
"Okay. I'll be here till then." he yelled as you entered the door to the employee's area. 
'Shit Shit shit shit.' you whispered to yourself as you regain composure. He felt way off. He didn't act like this toward you before. You could feel something odd between you two, and you're very distracted about it.
You made your way to your manager's office to request a five minute break. You knew he'd approve a breather from you because he was a accommodating to you since day one. You believed it's because you always give it your all in every shift.
You softly knock on his office door and pushed it slightly ajar, peeking your head through it as you saw him on his desk, doing some paperwork.
"Ah, Y/N. You need anything, love?" he greeted in his usual tone. His endearment didn't matter you as he calls every female "love".
"Can I take a five? Just needed to breathe." you huffed. He nodded in approval and stood up. 
"Let's puff it out, yeah?" he smiled as he offered a stick of cigarette.
The cold breeze of the Saturday evening wrapped around your work uniform. The noise from the bar was muffled but occasional screams would echo across the street. You exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke through your mouth as the relaxing feel of nicotine coursed through your system. Smoking was your go-to activity whenever you feel extreme unexplained emotions, such as seeing John MacTavish after a long time.
"Tough crowd?" Your manager turned his head to you as you casually leaned on the cold metal railing.
"Not really. I just saw someone I least expected to see." You retorted, pressing your lips against the cigarette butt as you closed your eyes and inhaled the vice.
"Someone you hate?" He queried. 
"Not necessarily. But at one point of my life, maybe... It's just... it's complicated." You complained, sighing at the thought of him once again. You mentally fought against yourself whether to reminisce or not, reminding yourself that the reason you went out here was to clear your head, not to fill it with memories of summer 4 years ago.
You fixed your posture and flicked off the cigarette butt to the ashtray. Your boss followed, escorting you back to the office. 
"Thanks for the company. I needed it." You thanked him as you crossed the street. He hummed in acknowledgement as he opened the door for you. You couldn't help but scan the room quickly for a mohawk, but he wasn't around. Maybe he went to the bathroom, you thought to yourself as you get back to your station.
9:59 pm. Your eyes trailed to the huge digital clock by the door, rapidly moving across the crowd still no mohawk in sight. This actually made you sad, he wasn't the kind of guy who dissappoints, you always saw him as a man of his word. You did confirm that he already paid for his tab about an hour and a half ago, just after your short break.
Guess you're going home alone. So much for ' I'll be here till then' you mentally argued, frowning as you wiped off the last glass in the tray.
10:00 pm. You sighed and lazily grabbed your time card and let the huge metal clock record your departure. You felt your energy quickly deplete due to the dissappointment that is John MacTavish.
"See you on Monday!" you waved goodbye to your coworkers who seemed to notice your sudden loss of energy. You push the back door slowly and stepped outside. It was getting cold and you weren't prepared for it.
"Hey." A low scottish accent muttered just beside you, making you yelp in surprise.
"Holy crap, you scared the shit out of me!" you angrily punched his strong arm, hurting yourself in the process.
"I'm sorry." he spoke lazily, almost tired or drunk. You couldn't exactly tell, but it was far from his tone earlier. 
"Pretty chilly, eh?" you asked him, imitating his accent. Something that you always considered a major turn on when it comes to him.
"A little bit. And your impression is way off, I don't say it like that." he retorted nonchalantly making you worry if something happened while he was waiting.
"You seem a little off, what's the problem?" you asked, playfully bumping him while you walked the empty streets on your way home.
"It's just... uh.. Nevermind." he trailed off, his secrecy was making you impatient and you stopped on your tracks. He continued walking, looking down at the ground until he noticed you're no longer beside him.
He turned back. "You forgot something?" 
"I don't get you." you raised your voice. He slowly walked back to you until he's just inches away from your face.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I should've just asked..."
"Asked what? You told me you'd stay here till my shift is over and then you're gone like that?" you complained, the tone of your voice was demanding and you could see him flinch when words hurt.
"I didn't want to raise suspicion." 
"Who would be suspicious of you?!"
"Shortly after you left, I took a smoke. But I didn't do it by the smoking area. I was way up here, enjoying the breeze." he said, turning to the smoking area which was very visible from up here. Was he sad because he saw you and your manager by the smoking area? What kind of eyes did he have? You didn't want to assume things so you started to supply him with questions to fill in the blanks.
"And? Was the area too sad for you to be all emo like that all of a sudden?" you complained, soing your best impression of an angry person, but you know deep inside that you couldn't get angry at this man.
"Yeah. You could say that." he chuckled. He couldn't even look at you anymore.
"Bullshit." you retorted. He slowly tilted his head and smiled as soon as your eyes met. The view was so gorgeous you almost felt like the world was in slow motion.
"You don't have to believe me if you want. Why are you walking with me home anyway. You could've said no. I bet he has some nice fancy car to drive you home." he blurted, fog started to huff out of his mouth as the snow started to fall from the sky.
"Where are you going with this, John?" you spat, letting the emotions get the best of you. If only he was clear enough then this wouldn't have happened.
"I saw the two of you smiling while talking, I thought to myself. Yeah, she's happy with that bloke huh, I wish I knew that before I invited her earlier." he breathed out. You almost felt guilty, but it wasn't your fault. He easily assumed things that weren't even true.
"What made you think we're together? Just because we're smoking together doesn't mean we're in a relationship. Is that what you thought?" you replied, fighting back helping him on his way to the truth.
He paused, it's as if his whole thought process was shattered when your words stung him. 
"I got jealous. To be fair, I was gone for 4 years... I always thought you already found someone else within that time." he frowned. It was not usual of him to feel this vulnerable.
"Look-" you tried to explain but you suddenly felt his warm embrace wrapped around you.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered. The same words he said before leaving 4 years ago. The same words that hurt you back then and the same words that's going to hurt you at this moment. He was the one that got away, he was the one whom you shared your most magical moments with, but not the one who's going to be there until the end. He'll have to leave anytime soon, as his job requires him to save the world. You told him he could settle for less risky world saving endeavors but he insisted that this was his purpose. And you were not willing to let him choose again.
"You know... you're not supposed to feel jealousy." you consoled, rubbing his well sculpted back. 
"I know... I couldn't help it." he whispered. 
"Let's get you home, John." you whisper to him as he pulls away from you, his face pouted like a baby whose candy got stolen.
"Why are you here anyway?" you added.
"I'm getting reassigned to a new task force. I figured I could say goodbye to someone I hold dear." he smirked, he felt normal, but then again you couldn't help but feel that this would be the last time you'll be seeing him. You we're thinking he won't be able to travel freely back here anymore or worse, he'll be the hero the world wanted him to be.
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echo-three-one · 3 months
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a soapghost comic i never finished (i wanted angry bloodied soap)
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echo-three-one · 4 months
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vanilla extract cake
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echo-three-one · 4 months
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echo-three-one · 4 months
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PLEASE spare some love for Captain Mactavish too, LOOK AT THIS MAN
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HE’S FR SO FINE. I wanna give his scar a lil smooch 😚
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echo-three-one · 4 months
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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, (2023)
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echo-three-one · 5 months
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So come rain on my parade, 'cause I wanna feel it
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echo-three-one · 5 months
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nod nod nod
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