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I don't want to alarm any one... But I found more... and one had me ugly laugh/crying for a straight five minutes 🤣🤣🤣 (I'm so miffed I've never caught it before!)

So...ah... be ready for a part 2 🙌🙌🙌

Updated this video for this new blog, so you might remember it 😉 but now it has more grouchy Ghost because I purposely went around seeing if there were more moments where I could annoy him (but don't worry, he gives Johnny a piece of his mind at the end 🤣🤣🤣)

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Me, loading up MW2 yesterday to find all my save data gone 😭😭😭

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That's my boys!

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Whatever he did he's forgiven!

Whatever he wants, it's his!

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Here, have some of my fave Soap stills from MWZombies act 3! 🧼

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You know, I was looking at some of the screens I got from OG MW2 & MW3 and...

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Price: You ah 👀 You doin' alright there, Sargeant?

Soap: He's dain' ma heid in, sir... Can we no jist... Ye know? 🧊🥶

Ghost: *on Comms* s'he doin' tha’ face again? 💀 Like a bulldog chewin' a wasp?💀

Gaz: 😅 A-firm

Soap: Fuck aff...bunch eh belters! 😠

Shepherd: Shouldn't we—

TF141: SHUT IT 🤬

Shepherd: 😐

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Updated this video for this new blog, so you might remember it 😉 but now it has more grouchy Ghost because I purposely went around seeing if there were more moments where I could annoy him (but don't worry, he gives Johnny a piece of his mind at the end 🤣🤣🤣)

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Felt like messing around in Blender today, so I recreated the pose from that bit of art I did 🥰 (this one 🙌🏻) then did a couple more...😏

I though we I lost ya...

I can't take them seriously in their wee masks 🤣🤣🤣

Choices Have Consequences...

He's a smooth operator...

Hah, I originally just wanted a side profile for Soap...oh well 🤣

If any of you use Blender, or want to have a go, I've linked some stuff under the cut 😁 👇🏼 (+bonus Soap Stuff I did a while back!)

Blender 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

I got the models from here (apart from Simon's face, I extracted and retextured him myself 🙌🏻 I'd have done the others myself too, but ahhhh....my pc ain't up to extracting campaign stuff...it just laughs and closes the app 🤣)

I used this to import the models into Blender 🙌🏻

Helpful Tutorial Vids 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

this if you wanna extract them and this for how to fix materials/textures

I have been working on some of the operator skins for Soap and Ghost (Look at his wee face 🤣) Slowly doing Ghost's Venator one too! 🙌🏻)

Well, I wasn't in that tunnel 👀

Oh look - they gave him legs... so I gave him shorts 🤣

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Don't think Mac is as thrilled about this discovery as I was...

Ghost: I was lookin' for MacTavish... who the fawk is this lanky tosser? 💀

Oh...and I'm slowly rehoming my Cod stuff over at @hauntedbubbles 💀🧼

Fun fact: I finally decided to cave and check out MW2, after I kept seeing you guy's Ghoap content, and I realised Soap was Scottish I thought he'd be a cool reference for my Scottish Nate and his military background!...never expected to end up with a new hyperfixation 🤣

the mod is Modern Warfare SAS Companions - Ghost and Price and they're both voiced (MW 2019 Ghost)

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I forgive them a little (a wee teeny bit) for mw3 now *whispers* they gave Soap a whip 👀

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My first Goap art! 🧼💀

Look at dem! 🥺

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Ghost: *hands Johnny a tea* Here, this’ll sort ya out. Soap: I swear you fuckin’ Brits think tea’ll fix anything. Rudy: *confused* You’re both British, no? Alejandro: *kicks Rudy under the table*  *Whispers* Now you’ve done it…  Soap: *sipping tea* I identify as Scottish. Ghost: You can identify as a fuckin’ tree, mate. But it don’t change nothin’ Scotland’s part of Britain…you’re British. Soap: Geographically, aye. But that’s no’ the point!  Ghost: You know, none of the Welsh or Irish boys make as much noise about it as you… Soap: This doesny concern them! Rudy: *to Gaz* Are they going to fight… Did I miss something? Gaz: *who’s been sitting quiet* Nah mate, this is foreplay for them…I’m just glad my room’s not next to theirs… 

Some Soap Headcanons/Thoughts from a Scottish person? 👇🏼

“Fuckin’ Brits!” 

I’ve seen a lot of folks mention how odd it was, and that the writers have somehow forgotten about Scotland being a part of Britain.

Some folks have suggested that maybe this was just an attempt of them writing Soap as a Nationalist only to be countered with comments that he would have said “Fuckin’ English.” Because Scotland is still a part of Great Britain.

Keep in mind that “British” is often used as a generalisation by many for those living in the UK, so anyone who is strongly against the Union may refuse to associate themselves with it and strongly emphasise by affirming their  “I’m Scottish.”

Whatever Soap’s political views on the treaty of Union, signed all the way back on the 1st May 1707, matter not, because it’s purely banter. The Scots and English have history, and they’re playing with it (Especially when you consider Ghost's whole “Speak English.” stuff.)

As a Scottish person, who’s man was also born here, but his family are English, I often take the piss about his heritage…some of us are just like that, okay? 🤣

Soap’s accent.

I’ve seen it come up again and again in comments that Soap’s accent changes, and sometimes his Scottish accent seems forced…that his VA is clearly not a native, unlike Captain MacTavish’s…

Besides the fact that his VA is actually Scottish, Soap travels the world, he works closely with folks from all over, so it is no surprise to me that his accent is going to dip and change from time to time.

And the times where he’s “forcing it'' in"Alone ","Awa and Bile yer heid!” “It’s pishin’ it doon oot here.” c’mon now, he’s purposely trying to goad Ghost! 🤣 

I worked in tourism, my colleagues came from all over. I’ve grown up with American TV shows and video games. And you bet I hear an accent and have to mimic it! When folk ask me where I’m from, it’s like a default to emphasise my accent as much as possible… oh and angry and drunk… tends to rev up the accent a little more too 👀

Basically, the accent is Scottish… with extra seasoning 🤣

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They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."