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Soap surviving MW3 but the damage caused his memory to be very bad. Sometimes he would wake up in the house he and Ghost bought after they retired with honors and freak out because he didn't remember it.

Or sometimes faces would get a little foggy in his mind.

When receiving a call he couldn't always recognize the caller by their voice only like he used to, but everyone are so patient with him.

The only face he never forgets is Simon's and everyday he gives his husband a forget-me-not from their garden as a promise that Ghost will never escape his mind nor his heart.

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I am all for the "Soap is actually extremely rich and his family is well respected" BUT I personally imagine them not being rich because of they have some huge company or something. No, in my head they have this huge fucking farm in Scotland. They sell the best products. Their beef is one of the best there is and people are willing to pay some good money for it. Wool soft like feathers and eggs to die for.

His parents started small and worked hard to get to where they are now Then never thought they will have people working for them to help them take care of the animals and crops.

Soap grew up surrounded by animals and the hard work you need to do around them.

So you know, he goes around and tells people he grew up on a farm and no one ever thinks just how big that farm is now and how rich MacTavishs really are.

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I would actually give my left fricking kidney for more of your soapghostroach

Plz... no need.. I'd love to

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Fuck orange peel theory. I introduce the pomegranat theory.

Soap would definitively take the time to get every single peace out of the pomegranate just because Ghost told him once in passing that he really likes it but the whole process of peeling is so messy and time consuming that he never buys the fruit.

So Soap starts buying the fruit himself and suddenly the lieutenant has a bowl full of pomegranate seeds every morning to go with his yoghurt.

John Soap MacTavish is so beyond orange peel theory.

Johnny would kill for Simon even though Ghost is perfectly capable of doing it himself.

He would would make Ghost his favourite tea just how he likes it without being asked.

When they come back from a gruelling mission, he would kneel down to untie Ghost's boots knowing that the man hurt his back.

He would be the one opening windows in the lieutenants office to let in some fresh air as Ghost often got headaches from sitting for too long in a stuffy room.

Soap would wake up at ass oclock to Simon having a nightmare and without question he would bring him back from it, bring him a glass of water and a shirt that isn't drenched in sweat. Then he would make sure that Ghost falls asleep again and wakes up knowing that he is still there with him.

He would change the lights in their new flat to warm ones knowing that the cold lights annoy Ghost, make his dry.

And when he would see that the gold band on Ghost's scarred and now wrinkled finger became too tight he would no doubt adjust it again in their garage himself even though his own hands wouldn't be as steady as they used to be. But they had time.

So yeah. John MacTavish-Riley would peel a million oranges just so he can look at Simon smiling. He would do anything to see that man happily grow old with him.

This escalated.

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Monster!Soap x Human!Ghost

No tw, hurt comfort

Part 2

To Soap's bewilderment even after the debrief, when he had to explain what happened, Gaz and Ghost just nodded along adding things Soap forgot or well... didn't know he did. It was like any other debrief, the atmosphere felt normal. No tension i. His friends shoulders, no avoiding eye contact- nothing changed.

Yet even days after that mission he was the one to avoid his friends, his mind telling him that they will eventually snap and tell him that he should leave, that maybe they are pretending so the 141 doesn't split. They know that Price would be devastated if that was to happen.

Talking about him- Price tried to talk to him already but Soap would just brush him off telling his captain that he needs just a few days to recover, that the full transformation after such a long time of not doing it at all exhausted him. Price knew it was bullshit but left him be for the time being.

Gaz only looked at him sadly whenever he hurried to leave the room his friends appeared in. Which only feed his paranoia as well as the fact that for the first time since he got to know Ghost better he couldn't read the emotion behinds the mans eyes.

And with the stress came snapping at people, which he usually was really good at not doing. Yet the whole situation completely disregulated his emotions.

He needed to calm the fuck down because a few days into the whole situation he woke up with his hands partly changed, fingers dark and elongated, flames flickering around the sharp claws.

His blanket has burned hole in it.

Fuck.

He was just supposed to take a deep breath and will the hands away and trash the blanket when someone knocked on his door. Knocking is an understatement, Soap was pretty sure that whoever it was used their whole fist on the poor door.

"Soap! Sergeant open the door for fuck sake!" Ghost's voice sounded from behind the door.

And he no longer could will his hands to stop burning. The sheer fact of Ghost standing behind his door sounding *angry* made Soap not able to focus enough on his hands.

"Not a good moment Lt!"

"It's been 'not a good moment' for days. Open the door I want to talk."

"Ghost-"

"Johnny open the bloody door or I will do it myself." The brit threatened.

"No you wo-"

The lock clicked open and Ghost entered the room closing the door behind him. Shit.

"You gave me the key you twat." Ghost said putting the object in his pocket and then he glanced towards Soap, his hands and the ruined blanket. "What happened?"

"The blanket burned."

"By itself?"

"Clearly."

"Johnny."

"Simon."

"What's wrong?" Ghost sounded so genuine that it made Soap wish his brain wasn't wired the way it was. "And don't say nothing, I talked to Price and I know that you probably think we are scared of you but who the fuck do you think you are sergeant to tell us what we feel?" The lieutenant barked, stepping closer to Soap's bed.

"Every teammate ah had before eventually-" Soap tried, but Ghost wasn't having it.

"Are we just teammates?" Ghost asked before quickly adding "Gaz and me? Are we just teammates to you?"

Soap winced "Of course not but..."

"No 'but'" the masked man sat on the bed next to his sergeant. "I honestly couldn't care less about what you are or what you are capable of."

Ghost's words made him look at his hands again and even though they weren't burning anymore they still looked dangerous, deadly.

A confident bare hand grabbed his own, now so much smaller than Soap's.

"Johnny look at me."

How could he say no to that.

"You could be the devil himself and I would stand on your side because that would mean that everyone else is just so much worse. You are the best man I ever met, you fight the world bare handed. Quite literally."

They both chuckle at that, and glanced at their intertwined hands. A few stray tears fell on Ghost's hand and just then he noticed tears on Johnny's face.

"Sorry Lt."

"You've nothing to be sorry about Johnny."

No idea where i am going with this

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Monster!Soap x human!Ghost AU

Part 1?

Tw. Blood, lot's of it, violence

When Soap got accepted into 141 by Price, the Captain promised him that he wouldn't have to ever use his supernatural abilities on missions if not strictly necessary. Price knew what he was, how dangerous and terrifying he could become. He knew that Soap has strength that should not be used without considering other options, without thinking, reckless.

It's not like Soap wasn't capable of controlling himself, it takes a lot to throw him of balance. His previous CO didn't know a limit though. The moment that bastard found out about Soap's other side he made sure to use it whenever he could, making every mission an easy win- for himself.

For Soap it was bloody exhausting not only physically but mentally. It wasn't even just that, that he started to lose himself more easily but the faces of his teammates whenever he unleashed his rampage? The scared faces of his friends? The fact that after the first time his team saw his true self they never looked him straight in the eyes again. They never talked to him like they used to, holding themselves stiff and ready to bail. Terrified.

So Soap grew to hate using his abilities on field, near other soldiers. When he joined 141 he made sure to keep that part of himself hidden away even though Ghost and Gaz were informed about the fact that Soap wasn't human, but they didn't know the details. Werewolves, vampires or even shapeshifters- those were seen often at military bases in comparison to his kind. With how the scot carried himself and acted they probably assumed he was a werewolf but he was something else entirely. He would rather keep it the way it is especially that he took a shine to his new lieutenant.

He was able to go like this for months and in that short time 141 became something so much more than just a task force.

Everything was great until the absolute blood bath he is in right now.

They were supposed to retrieve important information from a building supposedly guarded only by a few humans eventually a vampire, in and out. But when they reached the office in which the files were supposed to be hidden, Gaz's radio cracked with Price's voice who was over watching the building.

Armored cars swarmed the building, they got surrounded and outnumbered in a blink of an eye. When first few gunshots flew by their heads he knew that there is only one way of getting them out of there in one piece.

He clicked his radio.

"Price! Permission?!" He screamed, looking over at his teammates trying to hold their positions against the enemy.

"... Granted. Keep them safe son." Prices voice sounded through the speaker.

Hell broke lose in mere seconds. Screams filled the building as well as the subtle dull sounds of bones being broken inside bodies. Dark navy flames consuming bodies, surrounding them and pulling of their limbs as if flames were solid body. John himself now *several* feet taller, hunched over a group of men desperately trying to shot at him, the bullets flying through him and into the wall behind him. He tore into them, blood splattering across the room.

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"Johnny! They are all dead, quit it!"

A voice, familiar, deep and raspy- Ghost's. Soap suddenly felt like he could see again. Like the vision was blurry before but now it was clear. He saw his dark, burning claws covered in blood and- A pile of... Fuck when did he blacked out? Did he hurt his friends?

He can't breathe suddenly.

"Mate? You with us?" Gaz. Gaz stood beside him, on his eye level. He must have turn back, he feels sticky. Gaz is ok.

He felt hands on his shoulders.

"Johnny say something" Ghost said, concern seeping into his voice. He has to answer.

"Yeah, Fuck- I sorry-" Soap cringed at his own voice cracking. This wasn't supposed to happen, not around them. He wasn't supposed to scare them.

"Mate you have nothing to be sorry for." Gaz huffed relieved. "You saved us" the other sergeant smiled at him like he never saw what he just did.

Ghost squeezed his shoulders. "Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up sergeant. We have to get to Price and then to the extraction point. Is any of that blood yours?" His voice was calm, grounding - like nothing changed.

"No, No Lt. I am good"

And just like that Ghost gave him a pat on his shoulder and signaled to follow him to the exfil.

It left Soap surprised, the fact that his friends acted just as always. Like they didn't see what he was able to do.

But it's probably just shock.

The scot already felt the dread of loosing his friends after they would process what they witnesses. It never ended differently.

I am losing sleep over monster Soap

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Are you thinking what I am thinking?

Soap made that mask. Soap made it from pieces of scrap metal and welded it all together. Maybe he got the scraps from all the missions he went to with Ghost. MAYBE he welded a bullet case in it. The case of the bullet that almost killed him and now he knows that that piece of metal is what protects Ghost's head now. Maybe just maybe he attaches his dog tags somewhere on it. You know, like a claim.

Ghost walking around with John "Soap" MacTavish written somewhere on his mask.

You know.

Maybe.

I believe is a skin for the mobile game if anyone is interested. ❤️✨

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nsfw, kinda puppy play?

So...

Naked Ghost thrusting against Soaps latex covered leg. Just imagine Soap in all black, shiny latex, and Ghost desperately humping against him, the stimulation being just on a verge of not enough. Soap cooing at Simon telling him what a good pup he is. The material letting them both see just how wet and turned on it makes Ghost.

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I am a stan for feral and brutal monster!Soap and collected human!Ghost who is the only person that Soap listens to when in feral mode.

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Thinking about retired SoapGhost opening a bakery. Ghost always liked to bake even though he always had his father's voice commenting on it whenever he would help his mom bake as a kid. Telling him that it's not manly, useless skill, just as useless as his mother the bastard would say. But Simon loved baking with his mom so even when on base he would bake at night in the small communal kitchen they had, when no one would catch him.

Enter John Soap MacTavish walking in on him late at night after a nightmare. Ghost was embarrassed at first but it's safe to say that from that point onward he never baked alone again. With time Johnny started helping him but fuck is he shit at it. So Simon made him stick to decorating and that was an excellent decision. Soap absolutely slayed at decorating the various cakes and cookies Ghost would make. Icing, fondant, chocolate - Johnny makes amazing little peaces of art on the pastries.

Eventually they would share their creations with Price and Gaz and that was a mistake. After that everyone on base wanted a taste.

So when they retired it was natural to open a small bakery where they could spend whole days with each other covered in flour and sugar. Their first big order was from Alejandro himself.

"Nothing big hermano, Rudy will kill me otherwise" he said after ordering a four tier wedding cake with Camellias sculpted in fondant.

Little did they know that they would be making another one only a few months after. Well- little did Simon knew. Soap had that in plans for a little while, fidgeting with the ring in his pocket every time Simon would flash him a smile with his crooked nose covered in flour ever since they baked together for the first time.

A small fluff treat for you guys

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Hi guys!

Since it's the last day of the year I would love to thank you all ❤️ This year was one of the best ones I had thanks to this community and I meet so many great people! I never wrote so much even though I don't write so much now. I finally got to play dnd i made friends thanks to it ✨️❤️

So thank you all once again 🤗 and sorry for not being here quite so often

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soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together

ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close

soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask

ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”

soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”

ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. expectant. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”

soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”

“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”

for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see

“i’ll never ask.”

ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection

“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”

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their asses are not dating when he does this

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09' 🧼💀

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SoapGhost angst, MW3 SPOILER

Inspired by a reddit story 💀 sorry

Soap and Ghost retired about 6 years ago, after that bloody mission which left Soap with only one working eye.

They have been living together in a small cottage in Scotland close to a farm that Soap's parents own. Johnny's father once told Ghost that one day it will all belong to them and it would be a lie if Ghost said that he didn't already dreamt about growing old with Johnny on that farm. A black cat on his lap as they sit together on the porch.

But let's not wander into the future when present was never better.

They got married not long after retiring, everybody showed up on their very small ceremony. Ghost loved it.

Price lead him to the altar where Johnny stood, Gaz next to him being the best man they could ever ask for. Ghost can recall every detail about this day.

They were living a happy and calm life, meeting up with friends from time to time.

Until one morning.

He woke up one morning with his head on Johnny's chest and as he raised his head he glanced at their bedside lamp. It was... different, but just for a split second. It looked wrong.

And as time flew by more things were starting to look off, stretched, like they were forced into a different perspective.

One day. The worst day of Ghost's life- it was Johnny who looked wrong. His face was horrifyingly morphed.

He wanted to scream, but no sound left his mouth.

Instead he heard a familiar voice shouting.

"Ghost! Shit- Captain! Ghost is down!"

Gaz was shouting as his vision went to black. When he opened his eyes he was in pain, cold and oh so confused. Price and Gaz were crouching beside him, Price radioing for med-evac.

"Where is Johnny?" Was the only thing Ghost could ask. Where were he? Why is he here? Where is their bedroom and home?

"Ghost... We said our goodbyes to him months ago." Whispered Gaz, his voice cracking.

No.

No, no, no.

It couldn't be the truth.

Johnny was with him just a second ago, they were married.

Ghost lived that.

Ghost lived his dream.

Sorry.

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your soapghost art has been FEEDING me i love the way you draw them so much

🥹🥹🥹 I’m so glad…

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Fluff/MW3 spoiler

Listen guys. Soap making Ghost an advent calendar with every day being a small trinket with a note. And day 1 has just a bottle cap with a note: "Picked it up on our first mission together". Day 5: bags of Ghost's favorite tea "I memorized your favorite pretty quickly Lt."

He gets something every day, but there are days with things that make something in Ghost crumble.

Day 10: A bottle opener. "I snatched it from the bar the first time you agreed to go for a drink with us."

Day 15: A hand written cookie recipe. Soap's mom's handwriting. "I would never guess you liked baking, but I knew from the start that my ma' will love you."

Day 20: A small sketch of Ghost's face "I have memorized your every freckle".

Day 23: A bullet case. "I survived because I have you to take care of"

Day 24. A ring " Simon, will you marry me?"

I am in a mood ❤️