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Rip guys

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TRANS GHOST HEADCANONS (but not in the way you think)

- She/Her but also goes by he/him just because she's like "but no matter what people are still gonna call me a guy, so why not just have it be one of my preferred pronouns" and the rest of the boys are like(in the most loving way possible), "that's not how that works dumbass"

- T4T (she and Johnny are deeply in love)

- Doesn't want to change her body because buff women give her MASSIVE gender envy. Why would she want to change the way she looks when she already looks how she wants to??

- Doesn't want to/has no desire to change her name. Firm believer that names don't and shouldn't have genders 

- Just like Johnny, protects trans kids with all of her being. Going out on a walk and seeing young people wearing pride items and being queer out in the open just warms her heart! 

- Def known she was a girl for a long ass time, just didn't know when it'd be appropriate to come out

- If she catches ANYONE being transphobic it's on sight. Definition of "call an ambulance, but not for me"

- Doesn't have to get breast implants, she got enough titty already (but will definitely on occasion put padding underneath her shirt or look for workouts that supposedly make ur boobs bigger)

- Only likes wearing sports bras because she struggles to reach the clasps at the back of regular bras😭 (buff problems frfr) 

- One of those older queers that will not hesitate to give advice to younger trans people. You can ask her about anything in regards to gender/transitioning and she will answer you 100% without judgement 

- Awful bottom dysphoria. Price is best dad and will give Ghost days off if its really bad

- Is an older queer with older views but she really enjoys getting to bond with younger trans folk so if she says something outdated just tell her, she'll try her best to learn dw😭

- Has no idea about who Blaj is and just doesn't get the appeal😔 (old person moment😔)

- Ghost isn't a fan of social settings but she's down for a good ass pride parade. 100% ONE OF THE FREE HUGS PEOPLE, SHE KNOWS HER HUGS ARE COMFORTING AND SHE KNOWS TRANS PEOPLE NEED GOOD SAFE HUGS 

- Homophobic guys assume she's one of them and i want you to imagine her absolutely putting those dudes in their place, ZERO TOLERANCE 

Def not self indulgent hehe (o3o) 

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Punching an artist in the face and getting paint everywhere

No artists were harmed in the making of these palettes!

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oml hiiii, i rushed here immediately when i saw your requests are open ive been in love with the idea of maybe ghost having a teenage niece (his older brothers daughter) who he basically raised when he wasn't on duty but like none of the 141 knows about it because he keeps her a secret. He's basically her father at this point cause the rest of the family was murdered when she was only a baby. Anyways, you can do whatever you want with this prompt or not if you don't want to. But like I can totally just imagine Soap just seeing them in a Tescos and absolutely losing his shit when seeing a teenager swinging from his Lieutenants arm.

if you choose not to do this prompt that's completely fine!!! thank you!!!

—Sole Survivor

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

When you were the only one to live, the sole survivor of that massacre, Simon knew he was in trouble. 

He’d found you under the bed. The blood was still congealing over the wooden floors—whoever put you there, Tommy, his mother, Beth, or even his nephew, was all a mystery that no one would ever know the answer to. Yet, the larger question was how you, a baby, had managed to stay silent through it all. 

Simon had picked you up with panicked breath and tears in his eyes as the sirens of the police had gotten closer, holding you to him as you blinked awake and yawned. The bodies of his family were strewn around the floor, broken and bent; murdered. But you. Little you. 

Alive.

It would be best to leave you to be found by the authorities. To go somewhere far away from him and the future that was now stained into his soul—the pact of revenge and horror that would live through him like a brand. It was the right thing to do; the correct thing.

And then he remembers his mother’s eyes, and he’s already rushing to the back window while cradling your squirming body. The rest, of course, passed as the flow of time always did. 

“I’m thinking we should have steak,” your voice pipes up as Simon grabs a bag of crisps from the shelf. Brown eyes blink down at you, balaclava tight to this face. 

“You have steak money?” You were a teenager now, older and figuring life out one day at a time. He hadn’t told you the whole story, and he won’t until much later, but you know enough to a point that you were comfortable with. 

You know your family loved you. 

“You’re the one with the job,” he huffs at you as you utter under your breath. 

“Exactly,” Simon grunts. “Eatin’ me out of house and home like I never feed you.” 

“I,” you point a finger into the air, “am growing. Soon I’ll be just as tall as you, y’know that? I’ll be towering over everyone and giving them that same dead-eyed look that—” brown orbs level with you, unimpressed. You beam, punching his shoulder. “See! That one!” 

“Fuckin’ piss off, would you?” Simon grumbles, moving down to the next aisle in his large and darkly-clothed glory. Your laugh trails after him, feet heavy on his heels. “Givin’ me a headache.” 

You both walk around the Tesco, Simon getting strange looks while a beaming teenager walks beside him talking about supper, class, and anything in between. He offered short responses, sometimes sarcastic and sometimes serious—it depended, but the point was that he did answer you, no matter how pointless the conversation. 

“I think I’m going to join a club this year,” you speak as you gaze at the items your Uncle puts in his basket. A gaze side-eyes you slowly. 

“What, then?”

“I don’t know,” you hum, shoulder bumping into his arm and tilting your head. “Were you in any clubs?”

He grunts, shaking his head before a hand descends to your hair, ruffling it as you hiss in annoyance. “Never had time.” Simon hadn’t told you about his father or what he had done, and God help him if he ever uttered a word about it. That wasn’t something that mattered in your story, just his…he’d never place that weight on you willingly.

You frown as your uncle's arm loops your shoulders casually, keeping you to him as other people walk past you. Brown filters over posture and facial expressions—looking for the barest hint of ill-intent. When there’s nothing, and the forms move around you as easily as they had come, Simon’s attention leaves, and he continues on as if nothing had happened. 

“Try Debate.” Your face turns to him, curious. 

“Debate?” His eyes twinkle, and behind his face covering you immediately find the tell-tale twitch of a smirk. 

“Argue so bloody well you could convince a rookie that a P890 can hold 10 rounds.”

You fight the shocked smile that pulls at your lips. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not.” Eyes swirl, and a hand squeezes your arm; jostling you slightly. 

“It’s a compliment.”

“You’ve always been shit at those.” You get a firm glare and a grunt from above.

“Fuckin’ language.” Your lips mock his response, making fun of him before he sends a flick of his thumb and forefinger into your temple.

“Hey!” Simon chuckles lowly, walking closer to the front of the store to get ready to pay as you mutter. “Jerk.”

It was a surprise though, that when you had barreled onto your Uncle’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride as payback—which the man didn’t even flinch at, already used to your antics—that the wide eyes of a man with a mohawk met yours. Your head is atop your Uncles, resting there as the lady at the front gives you strange looks from behind the register as Simon places the items in front of her. 

He was gobsmacked, this stranger with his hair all done up like that, and your eyes blink at the display of tags around his neck that mirror your guardians. Broad, yet not so like Simon, and muscled, also, not as much as Simon. 

“Unc?” You ask, and the man below you hums in question, pulling out notes from his wallet absentmindedly. “Who’s the guy with the mohawk?”

Simon tenses under you, fingers freezing.

“With the what?” It wasn’t really shocking that no one knew about you besides Price—and the only reason he knew was that in the event something happened to him, Simon had made the Captain swear that you would be taken care of. 

Imagine his horror when his brown eyes darted up only to find them meeting the cobalt blues of his Sergeant, the Scot's hand outstretched to a box of pancake mix with a pack of Irn Bru in the other. 

There’s an immediate sinking feeling in Simon’s chest when Johnny awkwardly tips his fingers in a shocked greeting—eyes flashing up to your curious face before he thins his lips and blinks. 

You wave enthusiastically back. 

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell.”

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chamomile kisses

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: illness, guns, fluff Prompt: Taking Care Of Each Other & "Are you wearing my shirt?" Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: next up, a little sickfic for @glitterypirateduck’s GazFest 2023 💜

It’s a ritual the two of you have.

When he gets back from a mission, Kyle sends you a text before he has to disappear into a plethora of debriefs, and you spend an entire day getting ready for him to come home.

It’s nothing extravagant, not wanting to overwhelm him after what is usually months of intense action. More often it’s a home-cooked meal, hot shower, and a night spent watching his favorite childhood movies in bed while you tell him about all of the “excitement” of civilian life. It’s simple, but an easy change from the blood and gunfire that always threatens to follow him home. 

It’s something he starts looking forward to the moment he steps onto base. Stress melts from his shoulders when he pictures your smiling face, the feel of your skin, the taste of your lips. It’s hard to keep the smile from his face as you flood his thoughts, and Price has caught him grinning to himself like an idiot on more than one occasion.

Which is why he feels a small, creeping concern when you don’t text him back. He tries not to let it bother him, telling himself you’re just busy getting ready for him. He talks himself through deep breaths the entire drive to the house, assuring himself that you’re perfectly fine and safe.

His heart is gripped with ice when he walks into a completely dark house with you nowhere in sight. He tries to calm himself, taking deep, steadying breaths as he shifts into Sergeant Garrick and searches the ground floor of the house. 

The doors and windows are locked, no signs of a break-in. Your shoes are by the front door, the fridge is fully stocked, and your bag is sitting safely on the counter. 

Panic seizes in his chest, and Kyle reaches under the sink to grab one of the various handguns hidden around the house. He rushes up the stairs two steps at a time, heading straight for the bedroom. 

The bedroom door is cracked, but there’s no light coming from inside. 

Kyle creeps toward the door, reaching out a hand to lightly push the door open. The bedroom is dark, the curtains closed so no light can reach inside. He blinks twice, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness as he scans the room. He spots you, a huddled lump on the bed buried beneath a pile of blankets with one of your arms hanging off the side of the bed. 

He hears you breathing, but it’s shallow and hoarse, more wheeze than inhale. There’s no immediate danger, and that thought is enough to lessen the anxiety in his chest. He moves quietly, careful not to disturb you, as he sets his gun on the dresser and toes off his boots before making his way to your side of the bed.

There’s a collection of mugs on your nightstand, interspersed with half-empty bottles of painkillers and cold medicine. Your phone is hanging off the corner, dead to the world just like you. 

Sympathy courses through him, and he leans down to lay a delicate kiss to your cheek before he starts collecting the mugs. He quietly carries them down to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink while he gets to work on making you a fresh mug of chamomile and ginger tea. 

When he finally returns to the bedroom, the light is on and you’re sitting up, one hand cradling your head while the other rubs sleep from your eyes. His eyes rake over your disheveled state, hair a mess, eyes swollen, and a familiar shirt hanging off of one shoulder.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he laughs softly, watching the way your eyes widen in surprise as your head snaps to him. 

“Ky-le?”

Kyle winces at the rough state of your voice, hurrying to offer you the steaming mug in his hands. You take it with a thankful smile, holding the mug close to your nose to take a deep inhale of its scent. 

Kyle kisses your cheek again, waiting until you’ve taken a sip to begin undressing. He changes into a t-shirt and sweatpants–something more casual, more comfortable, than the jeans and hoodie he’d worn from base–and crawls into bed next to you.

He sits next to you, his side pressing into yours as he runs a soothing hand down your back. You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he takes the initiative to slide his arm under your knees to pull your legs across his lap. 

Neither of you speaks as you settle against him, eyes sliding shut at the warmth that surrounds you.

“Don’t sleep until you’ve finished that,” Kyle softly chides, tapping on the tilting mug in your hands. You open your eyes with a quiet groan, lifting your head to pout up at him. 

“Is it too hot?” he asks, not letting you answer as he wraps a hand around yours and brings the mug up to his lips to take a testing sip. It’s a little hot, maybe too hot for your throat–

He stumbles as you pull one of your hands away, nearly dropping the mug. Before he can question it, you place your hand on his cheek and turn his face, leaning up to press your lips to his. It’s a brief kiss, but far from chaste as you run your tongue along his tea-soaked lips before pulling away. 

“Much better,” you rasp, a playful, mischievous smirk across your face as you lick the remnants of chamomile and ginger from your lips. 

“Cheeky thing,” Kyle laughs, the hand on your back sliding down to pinch your hip. You’d worry he was annoyed, but he leans in and pecks at your lips two more times before leaning back against the headboard. 

You get comfortable against him, working your way through the tea while you fight back sleep. The tea is almost done when you lose the fight, eyes sliding shut as your head droops against Kyle’s chest. He carefully pries the mug from your hands, setting it aside so it won’t spill.

He’s gentle as he grabs two blankets from your pile, trying not to jostle you as he pulls them over the two of you. You snuggle into the warmth almost immediately, and Kyle feels his heart skip a beat. 

Usually, this is when you’d help him decompress, overload him with stories about boring, everyday stuff to keep his mind from wandering until he falls asleep. But now, with you tucked against his chest sleeping peacefully, Kyle finds himself calmer than ever. It’s amazing how much your mere presence has the ability to soothe him, even sick like this. You don’t have to do anything special–you’ve never had to–for him to be taken with you. 

Having you near, close enough to hold, knowing you’re safe and sound in his arms, is enough for him. 

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Waaaaaaait your new gaz fic got me thinking about period sex with him cuz he's so lovely and eager to please and he hates the way you're whiney and needy, you begging him to help with your period cramps because you read online that light sex and orgasms help with cramps and well... gaz can't say no to you can he

omggg

ok ik this kinda thing is not for everyone so content warning for period sex and all that [18+]

no because as soon as you’re complaining about cramps that man is lying a towel down !!

he’s the one that found out sex helps with cramps and he spent a whole afternoon just researching about it lol

he’d fuck you nice and gentle too, rubbing his hands up and down your body, rubbing circles on your hips and stretch marks, massaging your tits

kisses all over your body and face while he ruts into you, whispering praise about how good you take him and how pretty you look and sound

he’s so gentle :((

definitely HAPPILY hits it raw. that man wants to see blood on his sword trust 🙏

makes you come a MINIMUM of two times, kissing your tummy and thighs once you finish and takes extra care in cleaning you up

babe he’s a munch, he’d eat you out if you let him fr what who said that??

hehe

shower or bath time afterwards is a guarantee. might sink his fingers into your aching cunt after hopping in with you, fingering you until you come again !! obviously to make sure your cramps are gone :(

gets you food after too. whatever you want baby !!

god i’m a slut for this man

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Still thinking abt him saying fr for alejandro,,, gaz is so gen z....

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Glasses

Requested: No

Warnings: None

A/N: short and sweet again. Sorry I haven’t really been posting much the last few days. Just feel a bit unmotivated lately.

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t really feel one way or the other about your glasses but he thinks it’s funny when they fog up. Will breathe hot air on them just for this purpose, only chuckling at your annoyed expression. He’s also likely to hide your glasses in the morning just so he can watch you crawl around on all fours trying to find them. 0/10, he’s a bastard.

Soap

Soap loves your glasses! He thinks they make you look adorable! He likes thick frames more than thin frames just because he can try and put little stickers on them. His favorite one is a little bomb on the broadest part of your frames, and he smiles everytime he looks at it. 10/10 boyfriend, very cute and sweet.

Alejandro

He loves you very very much, but he is one of those gremlins that steals your glasses and puts them on while saying “Wow, how can you see in these? It’s so blurry!” If you tell him that it annoys you then he’ll stop and pout at you the whole day, silently begging for forgiveness. And when you do he’s all giddy, kissing all over your face and even once on your glasses, just to leave a mark. 7/10, he’s sweet but he’s a menace.

König

König needs reading glasses but not regular glasses so he’s very curious to see the differences between you both. He might quietly ask to try on your glasses but if you say no then he’s perfectly respectful and he always smiles when you both happen to be wearing your glasses at the same time. Likes when you kiss and both of your glasses clink against each other. 10/10, absolutely adorable.

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More gifts 🫶

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I liked abunch of ghost posts and then the next time i opened up the app my feed had a decent amount of my little pony artwork

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The way i giggled

Call of doody

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Aka...the aftermath :)

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Love when men get buff enough they develop titties <3

thx bbg

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TRANS SOAP HEADCANONS

I SAW SOMEONE LIKE 2 MONTH AGOS ON TIKTOK SAY SOAP WAS TRANS AND I JUST-

AHH JUST YESS

Also me, the author(hi), i am trans

Being trans is so epic !! 

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Trans Soap Headcanons :3

▸Constantly shirtless on base, LOVES showing off his top surgery scars, Price would tell him to put on shirt on but he worries that would be transphobic 

▸He/Him or He/They

▸Price taught him how to shave

▸If anyone says something transphobic to Soap, him and the rest of the 141 and Laswell will hunt them down and the person will “mysteriously disappear”

▸Has tiny little trans flags all on his room

▸Gave Price a small trans flag once, he keeps it in his pen/pencil holder on his desk at all times

▸He can easily take care of himself but enjoys having the optional support from the rest of his team

▸Was very scared to come out at first, fumbling and stuttering on his words, talking very quiet, but when he finally got it everyone was quick to accept and comfort him

▸It took awhile for his voice to start dropping on T which made him quit dysphoric

▸Gaz tried his best to help with deep voice practices but he doesn’t really know what he’s doing in this situation. Just sat back and gave occasional thumbs up 😭 

▸When his voice did start dropping and he got voice cracks, Gaz would always playfully tease him about it

▸”Your man self is finally coming out!”

▸”There’s the man I like to hear!”

▸When he was on T long enough to start bottom growth, Price put him on a temporary work hold and Ghost was the main person to take care of him during that time

▸Constantly complaining about how much it hurt when he closed his legs to far

▸Used the T gel, a big wimp when it comes to needles and peeling sticky items off (he hairy)

▸Laswell was the one to offer supplying/first starting T, resulting in a very quick “YES” response from Soap 

▸Ghost helped him cut his hair short for the first time and Gaz currently helps him with it

▸Couldn’t wear a binder much before his surgery, would layer two sports bras on and many layers of baggy-ish under/shirts 

▸Would have to take his showers later at night, in the male shower room with Laswell on watch outside ( showering in the girls room made him dysphoric :[ 

▸Wearing his kilt does not make him dysphoria in the slightest, makes him proud more than anything

*SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

▸Def has Blahaj, sleeps with it every night he can

▸Very protective of trans kids >:( 

▸NOT a “uwu soft must protect trans boi”, He probs doesn’t even know what that means. But the thought of being seen as defenceless aggravates him. He just likes being soft sometimes in regards to his gender identity, don't be dense cissy

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Image credit: Me, I made it

I love being cringe omg

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Rudy Headcanons

Theres like no images on him on pintrest and it makes me angy 

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Rudy General Headcanons :3 

Image Credit: Sorry im not really sure, i just nabbed it from google but someone named 'just mctvsh' did post this image on here so credits to them ig :3

▸Wears Gothic Lolita. Tried to find masc outfits but gave up, caved and started wearing the femme outfits. Found out he actually preferred the femme outfits  

▸Of Course can’t wear Gothic Lolita ALL THE TIME so he’ll try to sneak some aspects into some outfits. Maybe a small necklace hiding under his shirt

▸Unlabeled in regards to gender preference(preference for men and masc nonbinary, on and off for women and femme nonbinary)

▸Demisexual

▸LOVES cuddling. Will always ask for them whenever it's appropriate. Sometimes at night if your sleeping in the same bed he’ll started cuddling you in his sleep

▸Very basic level for baking and cooking, he would try to make some more fancy recipes but gave up when he kept burning himself/messing up. Because of his work in the army he normally wouldn’t give up on something so easily but baking does not meet on the same level as army stuff

▸I feel he had a small home gym in his basement. Gym rat but not in the e-boy gotta have fine lined abs way, kinda more like bodybuilders? He’s got some extra weight that doesn’t look like muscle but it is (please tell me you’re picking up what im putting down😭)

▸”Where my hug at?” ironically dw

▸Fav colour is green 100%

▸Struggling with some internalised homophobia. Wants to show his pride but because of the opinions/mindsets he grew up around he finds it hard to openly express himself [im also pretty sure most of the people in the military arent very accepting but this is a fictional setting so lets pretend it ends at his childhood :) ]

▸Alejandro helps him with learning to express himself

▸Has two rats, Wolverine (Alejandro named) and Berry

▸Do I have to specify that Rudy and Alejandro are dating or all we all on the same train on this :D 

▸Plant dad but only to this one potted plant in his bedroom that definitely should have died like a decade ago

▸His personal spaces are all an organised mess

▸Please ask him if he wants to go on a walk with you, he loves going on walk with people, not alone, he can't stand it. Even if you guys don't utter a sound to each other while walking, just the presence of someone else being there makes it enjoyable

▸Bad habit of ignoring people’s texts/messages. He doesn’t really mean to. Puts his phone on silent and even if he does see the message his mind goes on autopilot and he just ignores it, looking at it like hours later. 

▸Has vibrate on for people he’s really close to though. Like Alejandro, his parents, maybe like one of his closest friends, and maybe someone else idk

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List is kinda short but i cant think of anything else rn ughh

HAPPY NEW YEAR :D

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Killer x Cannibal AU with Ghost and Soap

Warning(s) - Cannibalism ,  Blood , Death , Swearing (Ghost is Bri’ish, it's only natural) , The smallest mention of Ghost’s childhood

Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea, luv u <3

I can’t think of a creative title for this lolz

This ain’t proofread

Kind of a headcanon list, kinda not??

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▸Soap and Ghost’s (platonic)relationship was rocky with each other at first, Ghost being super hard on Soap but with some help from Price they got it sorted out

▸Not too long after Ghost started noticing Soap acting different, getting nervous and fidgety around him, avoiding eye contact. Ghost was a little slow in figuring out why but when Gaz told him it made sense

▸Ghost thought it was kinda funny and he eventually caught feelings as well, of course denying it whenever someone brought it up

▸It was after a very demanding mission where everyone on the team had gotten decent injuries. Soap had the most critical injuries out of all of them, the doctor telling them if he got in any later he would have died

▸Ghost surprised himself with how much he cared about Soap condition, spending most of his time healing time with Johnny

▸The evening had been spent with boring card games. Soap still being demeaned bed-bound by the doctor

▸They had just finished another game, Ghost groaning when Soap collected all the cards and started shuffling them again

▸”Isn’t there something else we can do? I’m sick of these boring card games” Ghost complained

▸”The doc says he can’t let me go yet. I've been sick of these cards since day 1, but there’s nothin’ else I can do. I keep bringing you in here to try and cure my boredom but you ain’t helping one bit. I’m debating kickin’ you out here for good and pickin’ one of the other boys” Soap replied

▸”You're calling me boring McTavish?”

▸”Yes L.T”

▸”Nothin I can do to make this all worth your while then?”

▸”There’s one thing I can think of but I don’t think you’d ever be able to bring yourself to do it”

▸”Oh really?” The eye space in his balaclava showing as he raised his eyebrows

▸”What exactly is it that you want me to do?” Ghost asked scooting his chair forward, getting closer to Soap’s torso

▸Ghost watched as Soap started to stutter and his cheeks turn rosy

▸”I uh,,..”

▸”Hmm? Speak up”

▸Soap paused, breaking eye contact and wiping the sweat off the back of his neck

▸”I want you to kiss me”

▸Ghost was expecting the answer from Soap but it still took him by surprise 

▸The silence from Ghost made Soap get really embarrassed, motioning him to get up and leave but it was interrupted by Ghost kissing him and then getting up and leaving

▸”Wha, Where you going?!” Soap called out

▸”It’s late, get some rest McTavish”

▸That night lead to Ghost and Soap starting their relationship only a couple weeks later

▸The relationship was kept a secret of course, Soap was real good at hiding it but Ghost kinda gave it away sometimes. He just couldn’t help hovering around his partner, making sure he was safe

▸Gaz was quick to figure it out

▸Price had a hunch but he wouldn’t believe it until either of the boys personally confirmed it

▸The lovers didn’t get to spend too much time together in the beginning but when Price gave them both a break from work, Soap suggested that one of them spends the break at the other’s house

▸Ghost refused to let Soap come over, he had many things scattered around his apartment that he worried Soap would judge him for and end the relationship over

▸Soap was oddly nervous about Ghost being in his home. It was a small house on the very edge of a small town. It was nothing special but that was done on purpose, to hopefully be out of the radar of enemies

▸Soap was more nervous than when he first developed his crush on Ghost. But Ghost brushed it off, saying it was just because this was the first time he would see where he lived but his suspicion grew again when Soap denied him to enter the basement

▸It was one of the houses where you could see the basement start and the windows peaking out right on the ground level of outside. All the windows were blocked with pieces of cardboards

▸The two things were suspicious on their own, but when Soap would disappear for nearly hours at a time, either heading straight to the basement or leaving the house for a bit then sneaking back in through the back door and into the basement.

▸The sneaking away didn’t happen often but enough for Ghost to notice

▸Ghost wanted to give his lover the benefit of the doubt but he could help but be curious

▸Ghost woke up in the late hours of the night, he was big spooning Soap who was fast asleep. Ghost carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake him. He got up and walked over to the bathroom and when he was done and got out, he waited outside the door. Ghost wanted to know what was in the basement but Soap guarded the door like a hawk. But he was asleep right now, he wouldn’t know

▸Ghost carefully walked over to the door, he tried it but it didn’t budge. Soap must’ve had a key somewhere

▸He searched for keys around the house, trying them on the door if he didn’t knew what they did

▸He was willing to give up but when he walked back into the shared bedroom, he saw a key sticking out of one of Soap’s pants pocket. 

The pants had been discarded and thrown on the ground when they first got in the bed together

▸Ghost walked over leaning down and reaching for the key, before he picked it up he checked Soap, making sure he wasn’t awake. Soap wasn’t so Ghost picked up the key and walked back over to the basement door

▸He placed the key all the way in and turned it and it unlocked

▸Ghost slowly opened the door, careful for if it squeaked. And when it didn’t Ghost stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the darkness

▸He spotted a small night light lighting up the bottom of the stairs and the faint outline of a light switch

▸He started to take the first step but he briefly heard noise coming from the bedroom. He quickly stepped back and closed the door, throwing the key behind a pile of stuff on a table nearby

▸Quietly walking back to the bedroom and leaning on the doorway. Ghost watched as Soap frantically searched his pants pockets, gasping when he noticed Ghost was watching him

▸“Looking for something?” Ghost quietly asked

▸”Uh,, no….. Well yes. I thought I had put something in my pockets but I guess not. Must’ve put it somewhere else. Nothing serious enough to worry about though” Soap answered 

▸”Good. You can worry about it in the morning” Ghost said as he climbed back into bed, pulling Soap back into spooning

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▸It was the last week the two had together. Soap had disappeared again and Ghost sat mindlessly watching the T.V

▸He was pulled out of his daydreamy state by loud noises coming from the basement. Sounds like things falling over and something attempting to shout out in pain but quickly being shushed

▸Ghost had thought someone had broken in and was now hurting Soap

▸He rushed over the door turning the knob. He wasn’t expecting it to be unlocked but brushed past it as he rushed down the stairs

▸When he got to the bottom of the stairs he quickly looked around, pausing when he saw the open area

▸It was all cement floors and walls. There was a table off to one of the walls, it was metal and had blood stains all on the top flat surface and wall mounted cupboards not too far off to the left. On the opposite wall was an old green couch and a just as old coffee table not too far in front

▸Looking closer revealed more blood stains. On the handles of the cupboards, on the ground, couch, and coffee table. Just basically everywhere

▸Of course all the blood could’ve been Soap’s but Ghost was too panicked at the sight of blood and the lack of Soap

▸Ghost quickly scanned the rest of the room, seeing a small hallway with multiple doors

▸He rushed over trying to closest door, calling out to Soap and when he didn’t answer moving over to the other doors and doing the same thing

▸The last door he tried opened and he flung the door open, moving to enter the room put pausing in the doorway

▸In the middle of the room was Soap sitting on the ground, strangling a stranger who was fidgeting between his legs. His hands and half of his upper arms were drawing in blood, as well as his mouth and chin and dripping down his neck

▸The area connecting the shoulders and neck on the stranger was gushing with blood. They were shirtless and Ghost could see chunks of flesh missing from they’re chest

▸Ghost could see the stranger attempting to reach for him, pleading for him to help them, but before Ghost could do something Soap had quickly moved his hands and snapped the strangers neck, pushing their now dead body to the side as he stood up

▸”Please please let me explain” Soap pleaded as he fully stood up, raising his arms up towards Ghost

▸(Ghost would never admit that the sight of Soap all covered in someone else’s blood would be hot)

▸”What the fuck is this!? Is this what you’ve been fucking hiding down here all this time!? Are you running a fucking morgue or something??”

▸”Okay I know this is weird, but uh-..You said I could talk to you about anything right?? You’d be willing to try and understand?”

▸”When I said that cannibalism wasn’t on my mind”

▸”Yeah well your promise still counts!.. So,. please”

▸Ghost was surprised at Soap’s change of tone and posture. He meant it when he said cannibalism wasn’t on his mind when he promised he’d stick by Soap’s side. But Soap was right about him also saying that, no matter what it was, Ghost would be willing to listen and try to understand

▸Soap looked hurt and embarrassed about the situation and Ghost couldn’t bring himself to hurt him and break his heart

▸Soap slightly picked his head up, looking at Ghost and giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes

▸It worked

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▸Ghost didn’t remember a whole lot past that point, his extensive childhood trauma giving him some memory loss. It's not that he needed to remember but he felt a bit frustrated when he was murdering some poor soldier to bring back to Johnny and he couldn’t remember why he was doing it

▸It’s not that it was a surprise he was willing, Ghost wasn’t the most sane person

▸Ghost also found himself, confused? He was happy to bring his love fresh human meat to eat?

▸Ghost knew if anyone found out they would surely both be put in a mental asylum

▸Before Ghost had agreed to bring Soap bodies to chew on, Soap was able to go a couple days, maybe even a couple weeks, without needing to cave in on his craving. But Ghost spoiled him

▸When they had to go back to their work in the military, Soap would take along a small-ish thermos stuffed with as much flesh as he could cram in

▸Soap could only take a small bite everyday, making sure he had enough to last him through until he could go back home. But if Soap’s craving got bad or he started to run out, Ghost was very willing to,. put another soldier on permanent leave iykwim

▸And so the lovers spent their days with a dirty secret. One a murderer and the other a cannibal

▸(Ghost would also never admit that he’d tried some human before, and may or may not have liked it)

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My gay heart can’t get enough of these gay boys

Uhh merry christmas <3 (im not late you are)