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CW: past homophobia and transphobia, 141 x soap, mentions of smut

Soap grew up with a loving family. They all acted for each other, all have love languages of words of affirmation and gift giving, something Soap thrived in doing for others. He was praised for his skills in the military and, while he never cared, they were happy to show all his medals on display inside their living room. When he first got sent home for an injury they pampered him to the point he had to make a lock for his room just to get some peace. He was sure he was going to get a permanent dent in his forehead from all the kisses his mother would give him.

They supported him in everyone way but one.

When Soap came out as gay they didn’t care, happy he was finally out of denial, but when he mentioned going to a queen club they warned him of drag queens and woman who ‘pretend’ to be men.

Soap had sobbed that night, cutting up the pink skirt he had bought for himself a few weeks back. He didn’t care for drag, but the outfits he adored. But that was the one thing his family wouldn’t support. So, soap just gave up on those dreams and forced himself to stop staring at the pretty dresses in shop windows. He was scared of being hated by his family, and more terrified when he learnt how some people only let men wear skirts because it was a kink or fetish of theirs.

He felt alone, trapped in his body with no way to express himself without hate or depravity taking over.

Then he meet his partners.

It was Gaz who figured it out first, seeing his best friend and new lover stare at girls in skirts and mannequins in thrills skirts and realising what his partner wanted. He didn’t pretend that it didn’t arouse him at first, but that quickly changed when he saw the longing in his partners eyes shift to a bitter self-hate. He talked to Ghost and Price, making sure to clarify he was only speculating, and together the three of them began to casually mention how they liked drag race and thought skirts would be more comfortable than pants in the heat. Natural things that didn’t fetishise or make the other think they knew something, but it was worth it when Soap eventually cracked after Price made the final push.

Soap had looked at his lover with awe, shocked and amazed as he saw Price wearing a long brown sun dress in his office as he spoke to Laswel like it was nothing. He didn’t make a fuss about it, didn’t ask for attention or anything, he just wore it. The long puffy sleeves half rolled up on his hairy arms made Soap feel so seen despite the fact he wasn’t even the one wearing it.

Price called the others in and the three of them held onto Soap as he sobbed about how he thought it was wrong and illegal but Price, captain and bear of the 141 was doing it.

Price admitted he wasn’t big on the dress, seeing it as just simple clothes and a bit too vulnerable for his paranoid mind, but that he would be happy to wear it again if it would make Soap feel safer.

Not long after they took Soap for his first ever shopping spree, buying him over twenty skirts and seventeen dresses for him to try, all different styles so he could mix and match till he found something fitting. They stayed by him the first time he tried one on and kisses away his tears as he cried in joy. They sat next to him when he first went to the mess hall with a green skirt on, that only just went to his knees, ready to fight of anyone for their lover and they held his hand tightly when a private gave him a big smile and said he was pretty so he wouldn’t burst into tears.

Most importantly, they waited for him to initiate sex while he was dolled up so he wouldn’t feel sexualised. It took a full year for him to feel ready for that and Ghost made sure it was the most attentive sex he had ever experienced.

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CW: ABO, extreme past sexual assault and abuse

Soap who assumes that Ghost is just like every other Alpha. He’s arrogant, rude, mocking, so why wouldn’t he be prejudice? What reason was there to assume that Ghost would revel in the idea of taking Soap with or without his choice? He makes fun of Soap for being short, for flirting with others, but the only good thing he does is what he doesn’t do, which is bring up sex in any way. Not heats or ruts, nothing. It’s one of the reason Soap Jose to actually get to know him, allowing his inner Omega to have a ally in him. But never would he trust Ghost with the vulnerability of a heat.

But, then they get stuck in a snow storm. The mission was simple and they’re safe in the well built cabin, but Ghost had expected to be home in time that he could take leave and suffer his rut in peace.

Soap wakes up in the middle of the night to see Ghost on the wall, panting as he holds himself up by his elbows. His mask is off, his shirt clawed open with a few drops of blood sounding like gunshots through the storm.

Soap picks up that Ghost is rutting instantly and feels dead in his spine, knowing the other will want anything he can fuck and that Soap is basically a neon sign in a desert to him. Soap is taking note of where his weapons are, making a plan to survive out in the storm and call for help when he hears it.

A loud, heartbreaking sob.

Ghost was crying. Worse, he was weeping like a child lost from his ma. His cries are deep and pitiful, full wails breaking out like screams and through it Soap can hear him pleading, saying things like,

“Please, stop, I don’t want it!”

“Don’t make me please!”

“Don’t touch me, not again!”

“Please, I want my ma…”

Soaps dread shifts to pure grief as he processes his words, releasing what had to have happened to his Lt.

Soap feels sick nonstop for the next few days as he helps Ghost into the only bedroom and routinely feeds and waters the broken man, listening to him sob without break. He tries hard not to cry when Ghost screams, loud and full of fear, whenever Soap accidentally touches him. He tries to smooth him with calming words, assuring him that Soap won’t make him do a thing and whispering promises of Simon’s Ma coming to see him soon.

Later, when Ghost explained how she had been killed but his rut makes him forget, Soap swears to protect him during his rut whenever he needs.

Not just for Simons sake, but his Ma as well.

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CW: talks of abuse, hallucinations, ABO, homophobia and slurs

Ghost has helped Soap keep his hidden gender as an Omega secret for well over a year. He figures it out instantly, trying to tell himself it was because of his training and his status as an Alpha, not the fact that they might well be fated mates. It’s rare, but it’s also said that in every ten alphas one will have a fated Omega, so not impossible.

Soap didn’t realise that the other knew, pretending not to know that he clicked Ghost as his intended on the first day. He assumed Ghost didn’t realise because of Soap’s lies of being an Alpha.

But then his heat hits on a mission and he watches as Ghost kills three of their own operatives after two of them tried to force Soap while he was vulnerable. Later he would process that Ghost killed the other poor sod, a Beta, simply because he knew what Soap was. Ghost himself held back, biting a hole into his tongue as he got Soap to safety and made up lie after lie about a spontaneous rut.

Yet, even though Ghost knows he’s an Omega and that the two are fated to be intendeds, he does nothing. I’m fact, he seems almost awkward. Somehow trying to get as close to Soap as he can but also snapping at him or not speaking at all.

It’s after two weeks that Ghost subtly asked Soap to visit his room so they can talk. Soap, angered and hurt, is ready to yell and scream at him for not doing his job as an Alpha and caring for his Omega. But before he can, Ghost speaks in the quietest voice Soap has ever heard. Broken, small, and so unlike the man he knew.

“I kept your secret, Johnny… can, can you keep one for me?”

Soap looses all his rage in an instant, worry and relief at the trust being shown to him. He nods, a warm and hopefully safe smile taking over his face.

Ghost, though Soap has the feeling it’s actually Simon, fiddles his fingers like a child, “I, um, have these… fuck, I have these voices. In my head but not, like they talking to me without being there. My dad, my brother… sometimes me mum. They say things to me, horrible things, bout me being weak and a fag. Saying I can’t, can’t love ya.”

Johnny can’t help the tears that well in his eyes. He’s heard the rumours of what Simon faced, abuse and torture, but being followed by such things with hallucinations? It was a torture in himself. Was that why…?

Simon continues, “I thought they were right for so long. It’s man and woman and all that, but then you showed up. You’re nothing like they describe. You aren’t a slut or submissive, not weak and needing control and it’s confused the fuck out of me, Johnny. You make everything they say, then and now, so wrong, yet… this feels so natural. I’m scared, Johnny. Only my mums voice is nice to me but she’s… she’s fading. Don’t say much any more these days. Last thing I heard was, ‘be good to any omega, be better than him.’ But Johnny, I don’t fucking know how to do that!”

That’s it for Johnny, he too looses his composure and holds a sobbing Simon to his chest, cooing and kissing at his hair. He holds him as tight as he can, letting all the love he dreamed of giving his intended and their future kits take form in his gentle purring and careful touches.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

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CW: MW3 spoilers

I really hate how they made the game, they rushed it and put little budget in, but I can’t pretend it hasn’t inspired me. So, based on the idea that soap is alive and starts again (possibly with memory loss, KingsMan style) here are some idea for a new call sign I’ve seen or thought of:

- Phoenix. This one’s obvious, he dies and roses again, it also is ironic considering the snow.

- Hawk. While I think he’d have to get rid of his iconic hairstyle, it could also hint to his impressive aim.

- Hyena. The Mohawk like hair, as well as the fact that Spotted Hyenas are some of the fiercest animals when it comes to staying alive and fighting to the death.

- Sorry. Maybe it’s his first word after getting back from his coma, maybe it’s what he’s told all the time when he wakes up when he begs to see Gaz and Ghost but is told he can’t. He takes the name out of spite, maybe. Maybe he’s saying it to Ghost, so if they ever get to meet again he’ll be able to say it even if the other doesn’t know it’s him.

- Demo. He’s a demolition expert. There’s also the idea that his life before hand was like a demo of a game and now he’s learnt everything and is ready for the whole thing.

- Torch. We already know Soap is dangerous and violent, but after this kind of heartbreak? He’s viscous, so he wants a new set of tools. He stops just using his explosives and starts to carry around a flamethrower or something similar. He torches every place he can after being there, with the added bonus of making sure no one knows he was there.

- Craze. Without a team for him to keep happy, to help distract from their grief and fear, he has no reason to stay positive and ‘sane’. So he stops, letting every rage filled and depraved thought come out, lashing out at friend and foe, punishing whoever just happens to be in his path. Price accidentally gives him the calls sign when he sees the crazed look in his former friends eyes.

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CW: Emotional abuse

So, when Soap and Ghost are getting closer but Ghost just keeps pulling back, scared by his own trauma and too afraid to let someone in, Gaz breaks. He had been listening to them talk about how Soap wasn’t trying hard enough to keep going after Ghost, to keep pushing and not let him pull away. He knows they don’t mean ill intent and just want Johnny to try harder, but Gaz had spent countless nights hearing Johnny sob about how Ghost doesn’t love him, how he can’t because he has no reason to, how Ghost doesn’t even let him touch him or ask him about his day at times.

Gaz starts to cry himself as he tells them to shut up, growing angrier when Prince asks him to calm down.

Gaz lets out a real scream, “NO! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! I know you have your own trauma, Simon, but so does he! He’s never been loved. Not ever! by anyone! Nobody has ever come back for him, given him a chance to love them back! Even his own fucking family doesn’t bother to call when he gets hurt! Last time he went home they he found out he had a niece but they didn’t remember to tell him! He has no friends other than me! No family! No no one! Do you know how much it breaks him when he tries to live you and you push him away? Soap has long learnt that rejection is all he gets, so why would he try if he knows what’s going to happen anyway? I know you’re hurting but please, Simon… I think you’re killing him.”

Ghost hugs him as tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

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CW: kidnapping

Soap and one or all of the others being captured and the captors make Soap paint the others all bloodied and beat.

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CW: obsessive behaviour, Yandere au

Graves was a smart man, especially when it came to people. He had a good judgment and was quick to figure what made people tick, what they valued and treasured. Though it was only in his military career that he used these things to manipulate, he was an expert from day one.

So, when he saw Sargent Soap Mactavish… while Graves didn’t believe in supernatural empathy, he could feel something wrong with the Scotsman instantly. He was unnatural. His laughs were light and floaty, to the point it seemed practiced. His movements were gentle but firm, trained for combat and something else.

It was the drawings that gave it away. Soap drew whenever he had the chance and even painted when able. He was good at it, patient and steady in ever stroke and line. But sometimes he was messy, frenzied and rough like he was desperate to get something out of his head. All prices of art that had this sort of movement to them were of none other than the Ghost. Most, at times all, of Soap’s books would be filled with drawings of the older man. Painted, sketched, doodled and at times photographed.

The notes around the outside of them were cute and sweet, talking about what the two had done that day. Some were odd, talking about what Ghost had eaten that day, how he had spent a lot of time with or near certain people, what he wore, what he said, every point of physical contact between the two. Then, it became depraved and disturbing, talk of sex, forced and not, as well as long lives together with a big wedding and bigger house. Some ramblings talked about not allowing kids, because Ghost wouldn’t want to waste time on anyone else….

Graves knew all of this because he read Soaps journals. He knew this, because he approached Soap late one night and asked him what he would be willing to do for his one true love. He took Soaps answer in stride, even as the other grew more comfortable and became more honest, acting as if him wanting to tie his lover up so they wouldn’t leave was completely normal.

It took nothing more than a photo of an old mansion that Shepard had allowed Graves to obtain for Soap to agree to his plan. He took him to the house, showed him the security system and open space, perfect for a couple looking for isolation. Graves assured him that food and other necessities would be bought to the house so he would never have to leave his lovely Simon.

Soap was the one who drugged the mighty Ghost. He was the one who stripped him of his clothes and requested numerous drugs, aphrodisiacs and ecstasy, so he could better help his partner settle in. He was the one who used money from Shepards account to buy a dozen different dresses and lingerie for his partner.

Soap was the one who shot Gaz in the throat.

Soap was the one who disabled the alarms to Graves men could sneak in.

It was Soap who gutted several men in order to get him and his unconscious lover out, shamelessly sitting in his lap and giggling like a child the whole drive.

All Graves did was give him the opening, Soap did the rest.

After two years he visited the couple, excited to see a beaten down Ghost being tortured by his inferior. He wasn’t surprised to see the amount of hickies all over the man who was once a giant towering over them all, now with a chub to him and little muscle. He was weak, knees having some kind of wrap around them that was visible through the 70’s style dress he was wearing.

Graves was a little disappointed to see that Ghost had succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, blind to the electric collar around his neck, but as Ghost acted like a servant and didn’t speak a word unless Soap said to… he couldn’t help but laugh and tell Soap he did an incredible job truanting him.

Soap beamed and thanked him, even giving him a long kiss on the cheek and telling him that without Graves, he would never have the love of his life.

Graves smiled back, teeth showing as he saw got the pleasure of seeing the last bit of hope leave Ghost eyes.

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CW: nsfw, monsterf-cking Mpreg, ABO(kinda?)

Werewolves are the rarest supernatural left. Once they were the most common, but then humans learnt to hunt them and suddenly their population dropped. The rumour that people could be turned into a wolf by a simple bite was enough to strike fear, despite that being completely false. Everyone outside of the 141 and other taskforce thinks they are all dead and gone. Those who know of Johnny “Soap” Mactavish know better.

Unlike his other teammates, all of which were either supernaturals or practiced the supernatural arts, Soap was rare to use his talents as a werwolf. His duty to keep his kinds existence as quiet as possible went over his job most times, unless of course his Pack was threatened and he saw no other choice. He kept to himself when he had his force shift every month (though not on a full moon but a new moon) and didn’t talk about what he was unless required.

But then he fell in love. First with Gaz, then Price, then Alejandro and Rudy, and then the most love that made him give in, Ghost.

As a male wolf, his desire to protect those he deemed his own was overpowering to his own ‘rules’. It was another wolf that challenged this during a mission, inuring Soap’s Alejandro and demanding the other wolf submit. Soap had killed the other wolf in a bloody fight that took near an hour, leaving him injured and beaten but victorious. His hulking form had towered over his team, the high of a fight causing him to force them close to him and even attack the medics who came to heal Alejandro. Luckily, Gaz figured it out and whispered words that made the werwolf finally listen.

“Alpha, stop. You’re hurting your mates!”

Unsurprisingly, it was Ghost who moved first after Soap woke up in the hospital, the older man kissing him near aggressively and calling him an idiot for keeping things to himself. One by one, they each followed suit, pleading with Soap to stop hiding his instinct and to be honest with them all while giving him soft kisses and gentle pats.

From there he’s a whole different man, yet somehow still exactly him. He’s unbearably clingy to them all, nuzzling them constantly in order to scent them, stealing their clothes and replacing them with his own, buying them ungodly amounts of food (one time he bought a whole deer carcass and was promptly made to sleep outside after cleaning up all the blood), and just generally being a dotting overgrown dog. All of them are left with werewolf hair in their clothes and large hickeys on their neck, enough to show they are owned.

But then, one night when the six of them are cuddling in the rec room, Soap suddenly lets out the loudest growl any of them ah e heard while kissing Rudy’s neck. They all freeze, but Soap doesn’t seem to notice, just pushing his face which is gradually forming into a muzzle into Rudy’s neck and pulling him close. Rudy himself is left panting, arousal strong as Soap begins to grind against him. Rudy, whose able to think clearly enough and knows the most about ruts and heats, tells them it’s okay and to just ‘enjoy the show’.

And it’s a show.

They watch as Soap shifts into his full form with a slit hidden by fur opening up and dropping a cock the size of Rudy’s torso. They watch, all fisting their own cocks, as Soap fucks Rudy so hard he’s sobbing and whining, begging to be filled even as his body instinctively pulls away. Rudy reaches climax four times before Soap does, but even then he doesn’t stop. All of them are completely stunned as Soap continues to fuck Rudy for close to nine hours.

Turns out, that’s how all werewolf’s fuck. It’s not just a quick lay, it’s an average of eight hours of uninterrupted sex with a knot the size of a bowling ball plugging literal buckets of cum inside their mate. It’s why Soap didn’t want them to know about his wolf side, but he greatly underestimates his partners and how much they love him.

It takes only a month of knowing this, with a vacation of three days, for Soap to impregnate three of his partners. Only two of them choose to keep the babies, but even with his non-pregnant he is impossible gentle. He doesn’t let anybody near, only trusted medics, and is contacting his only remaining family about the news of two, possibly three, new wolf pups coming into the world.

After six years, Soap manages to make himself eleven new wolves, single handedly raising the wolf population to no longer be endangered.

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CW: blood play, masochism

Soap and Ghost have a dangerous kinks. They are both a unique kind of fucked up and depraved, desiring things that would put them right past the prison bars and into the execution room. But one misconception with the two lovers is that they are messy. Rushed fucking with enough vigilance to leave them bruised and sore for weeks, cruel words adding to the shameful flame that is their coupling.

People forget that Ghost is organised. He’s damn near obsessive with it, needing things to be a certain way like his knife collection or the shape of his mask. So, when it comes to marking and pleasuring his lover, things need to be a certain way.

The rope markings and occasional burns on Soaps body will be mirror images and if they aren’t, they will go again and again until it’s perfect.

If he’s choked with Ghosts left hand, the next time he must be chocked with the right, which he will keep track of with a single bite mark on the corresponding side of Soap’s neck.

The biggest thing for Ghost is keeping count, so when he learns of how much his lover loves to be bleed, he comes up with the idea to count how many orgasms he gives his lover by marking it into his body. Not a single quickie goes by without soap cutting a clean, straight line of a certain depth into Soap’s skin. Within a month of being together he has forty tallies on his thighs, even in number.

But most of all, the aftercare. Ghost must follow his routine of cleaning Soap up of cum, attending his wounds, massaging his muscles, force Soap to drink some water, then kissing his baby for a minimum of ten seconds. Even a quickie requires these things, though the longer time he can spend on it the better for Ghost to settle. If they have time, they’ll watch one of Soap’s favourite movies while Ghost admires the old scarring of his name in Soaps stomach.

By the end of the year Soap has over two hundred little cuts in his body.

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Werewolf Soap who has Littermate Syndrome with his human friend Gaz

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CW: nsfw kind of, past sa mention, crude words

Soap wants to be degraded. He loves being called vile names and humiliated, adores the mean growl of an angry man telling him his place. He loves sex, almost as much as he loves his job, but when that sweet degrading is added? Nothing can compare. It sets his skin on fire and makes his cock burn with heat, body thrumming with pure pleasure. Being a whore is Soap’s favourite thing, just there to be used and mocked by his partner.

Ghost hates it.

Ghost can’t hear the word ‘who’re’ or ‘bitch’ and not feel his skin crawl. He can’t even think of degrading someone he cares about outside of criticism or banter.

He tells Soap this and the other accepts it easily, only somewhat bad at hiding his disappointment. It’s clear he’s upset at not getting what he wants, but it’s even more obvious how much he loves Ghost and how far he’s willing to go to make his partner happy. That much is obvious by the fact that Ghost only told him he wasn’t comfortable with degrading him or causing him humiliation, never actually giving a reason why.

After that he feels guilty and tries to give Soap what he wants, but the other shuts him down instantly upon seeing the glaze in Ghost eyes that is just a step before tears.

Soap holds his lover throughout his breakdown, listening to him explain how his father forced him into prostitutes, made him sleep them and beat them, held him at hun point so he would witness the poor women just trying to get by choke to death on their spit and vomit.

Soap praises his lover for how brave he’s been, for being honest and opening up. Doing so, he finds himself preferring praising Ghost over Ghost degrading him.

Though he’s not surprised that Ghost could give him something so beautiful.

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Soap is alright with Gaz making fun of him for his puppy like behaviour. He’s okay with Price calling him a mutt when he gets dirty paw prints all over the base hallways. He’s more than happy to obey when Ghsot whistles at him to sit or lay or move. Soap knows that werewolves are, at heart, dogs. They play, they chew up couches, they whine and argue with yippy barks, they make a mess with their thick fur and drool in their sleep. Try as he might to hate it, Soap knows that it’s natural for him to want to chase the large blue ball Gaz rolls down the hall way. He doesn’t care that he once broke his tail from wagging it so hard when he stole Price’s hat and made the older man chase him around the base.

But then….

It was a simple mission, something they had all done a hundred times over. Only this time, Soap was without his captain and his fellow Sargent and his collar felt too lose without Ghost pulling it around. Soap was fine with that, until he found himself working with a Lieutenant Manes. The man was alright, a good leader and quick thinker, but even upon meeting him Soap had a bad feeling.

The man didn’t tug at his collar like Ghost did, instead he pulled at Soap’s chin hair and growled at him to “stay the fuck down you overgrown dog”. He let out loud whistles and expected Soap to know what they meant, pushing him down by his snout when he hesitated as he tried to get a grasp on what he was asking. Manes threw a Grenade at some point and pinched Soaps ear, “that’s a grenade, mutt. Not a fucking toy, don’t chance it.” Soap had wanted to snap back that he was a demolition expert and knew the dangers of a grenade better than Manes, but as he realised the man was mocking him for a dogs love of playing fetch…

Soap came home from the mission and instantly Price was taking him out back and letting him shift into his smaller form, cupping his maw and patting his ears. Apparently another member of the 141, a goddamn rookie, had sent word to Price on the way back from the mission of how Manes had been treating their star wolf. Price let him sleep in his office that night, curled up at his feet while Gaz brushed his fur.

He didn’t ask where Ghost was, already knowing the answer.

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Soap whose family had a wood carving business. He’s learnt how to work with all kinds of wood and even some metal work, but challenges himself after meeting Ghost to try bone work. It takes him several months and he has a dozen failed pieces of work and other small test pieces, but he finally manages to make what he’s been aiming for.

Knowing Ghost, he doesn’t give him the gift in person as the man will only feel vulnerable and freak out and shove the gift back and make some quip about Soap going soft. So, he sneaks into his Lt’s room (a testament to his own lack of self preservation) and leaves the gift on his rickety cot.

Soap genuinely squeals the next day when he sees Ghost wearing the pure bone skull mask.

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Soap is gone.

His voice, his laugh, his jokes, all gone. His bright blue eyes don’t shine or cry, don’t look at people with love and pride. His warm hands don’t pick anyone up from the ground, don’t help put broken men back together or craft weapons of destruction. There is no obnoxious cackling down the hallways, not challenges being thrown by the teasing scot.

There’s only silence.

They all know that technically, by law of government and science, he’s still there. He’s sitting in an old home in Scotland with his Ma and Pa and sisters caring for him. Soap hasn’t physically left them, but his mind has. He sits and stares and does nothing. Doesn’t speak, feel, see, hear…

Doesn’t love.

Maybe if they had questioned their intel or brought more men he wouldn’t have been taken.

Maybe if Ghost hadn’t trusted himself to bring him home he wouldn’t have been hurt.

Maybe if Gaz had been on his left instead of his right he would have less scars.

Maybe if Price had been a better captain, had been more stern and observant, had gotten his men out at the first sign of danger…

Maybe if war wasn’t real and pain was just a myth, with love and laughter being king, Soap would be there.

Maybe…

Maybe.

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CW: nsfw, pet play, sub drop

Ghost, Price, and Gaz all have their own space on the base. Price had an office as he’s a Captain, Ghost has his own room that was once a room for six people on three bunks that he claimed so he could have his desk and sleep cot and Gaz was a special case of having his own small office as he often helped with paper work despite not being required to do as much as he did.

At least, that was the main reason.

For Price it had been as soon as he had met Soap. He had seen the wide eyed new guy almost getting a stiffy after practicing one of his makeshift explosives and had been intrigued, but it was the next day when he saw the obvious signs of Sub Drop. He had taken Soap aside and carefully steadied him enough to be able to talk to him so he could explain what caused his drop and how Price could help. Price had taken Soap to his office and stripped him down to his boxers, wrapped him in the softest blanket he had cuddled him on the couch while whispering soft praises. Not even years later did Price bring up the fact that Soap had been sleeping around, as long as he came to Price if he felt close to slipping into his headspace or dropping, Price would look the other way. Price quickly got used to Soap opening up his door, giving him a pleading look and if Price nodded, he would shut and lock the door then drop to his knees and crawl over to Price. Half the time Soap didn’t even try to suck him off, just hold him in his mouth. Price was happy either way, as long as he had his pup.

Ghost took a while to accept Soap’s advances. It was when Soap started to pull away, not wanting to upset him, that Ghost gave in after missing the other. Ghost wasn’t always up for sex but was always willing to let Johnny slip into a more submissive role at anytime. He wouldn’t allow sex in that time even if Soap craved it, whining and pawing at his pants, as he just couldn’t get it out of his head that it wasn’t consensual. They invested in kinks outside of submission and Ghost watched him with the few people he trusted as Doms but stayed out of it. Soap never pushed him even before knowing about the sexual trauma he had, which only made Ghost trust him more.

Gaz was by far the most indulgent to Soap. He was genuinely excited when Soap came into his small office and stripped off his clothes, knowing it meant he was going to sit on the oversized dog bed under his desk and pushing a bright blue tail plug into his already prepped hole. Soap had spent so long whining and yipping that Price received several complaints of Gaz having a dog on base. While they weren’t as sexual as Soap was with Price or as romantic as he was with Ghost, they had a chemistry and connection that gave both of them confidence and peace. Gaz was happy to be trusted and have control over something less dangerous than a gun or group of recruits, instead something sweet and funny like John MacTavish.

Price gave Soap a steady hand and warmth that kept him grounded and stable.

Ghost gave him love and devotion and understanding that left him sane and valued.

Gaz gave him freedom and safety that made him feel young and confident.

He valued them all, in and out of the office.

[soapppp]

CW: mention of assault and heavy abuse.

Except he can’t. She trusted him because he had no face to her, because he asked before grabbing her hand and spoke to her like a person and not some dog or robot. She was scared until he showed her the dead bodies he had already created. He gives in after two days and looks her up only to find that the hospital hadn’t found a name or anything, just calling her Jane Doe. She’s also been heavily sedated after lashing out at every male nurse and doctor who came her way, even some of the women. He doesn’t remember driving to the hospital or putting on a black surgical mask and sunnies, but he does remember a nurse telling him not to enter room 249. He told her he had saved her and wanted to see for himself she was okay. She didn’t believe him which strangely comforted him, making him wait for security to be there in case she reacted badly to him so he could be arrested.

As soon as she sees him she’s jumping out of bed, ripping out several tubes as she goes, and jumping into his arms. He shushes her as best he can, awkward as he holds her steady and sets her back in her bed. The nurse puts the IV back in and the security personnel leave, allowing him to get a rundown on her condition. Her left leg will never be able to fold all the way and her right shoulder is permanently disfigured like her right hand. She sobs to him, telling him she’s scared and that the men were stabbing her and making her go to sleep. He holds her hand as they knock her out for surgery and promises to be there when she wakes.

Ghost makes sure to get the details on what she’ll need as her stomachs heals and then promptly walks her out of the hospital in a wheelchair and goes to one of his safe houses in Exeter. He calls Price and says he’s taking some time off and hangs up when the other asks how long. Him and the girl become odd friends. He teaches her to read, she teaches him to sew, he teaches her to fight, she teaches him to waltz to jazz music. He lets her play music all day despite wanting silence, let’s her try cook a number of different foods and eats it no matter how toxic it may look, he sits by her bed and holds her hand as she comes back from nightmares, he does it all. He feels like he’s doing a performance of a parent but only with the protectiveness and teaching, some care but no true paternal love.

He gives her a name other than Jane, choosing Aliana as it means a second chance. She sobs for hours and doesn’t let go of his hand the entire day.

It’s after four months of raising her to be a human, a true young girl who can make mistakes and doesn’t need to get on her knees for forgiveness, that his team shows up at his house. He knew they had already checked four of them, saw them on the cameras and warned his wayward child they would show up at some point. She makes brownies and cupcakes, scones and cookies for their arrival and puts on a floor length yellow dress with big puffy sleeves they got at a thrift shop as well as a dozen other (frankly quiet ugly) dresses that she wanted.

His team assumes he had a secret daughter to which he says nothing and let Aliana play out her tea party even with her tense shoulders and nervous eyes. She leans against him for comfort and reassurance every now and again and he can’t help the pride and slight pain that bubbles in his chest when she does.

Ghost never wanted kids, never wanted to be his father, but broken people find homes in broken souls.

[soapppp]

CW: nsfw, masochism and torture

Soap has been captured and tortured. He’s only held for two days before they find him within a normal looking house that is actually a Shadow safe house, him locked in the basement in a dark room. Ghost and Price find him first, seeing him tied to a chair with only his pants remaining and blood and sweat covering his body. Burns litter his upper arms, a blow torch and fire poker in the corner showing the cause, as well as a bag of salt that seemed to be used to up the pain just a little more. His feet are resting in a bucket of ice with little cuts along the bottom from where he seemingly kicked and fought. His face is bruised and his stomachs is covered in purple splotches, little cuts from were the skin broke clotting or dried. He’s clearly had water to drink but they doubt he was given food, so the first thing they do is shove a nutrient rich bar that’s soft in texture down his throat. From there, Price orders everyone and to keep the area secure from a distance and promptly leaves. He’s worried for Soap, no doubt, but he also see the guy as his own family and knows he’s more mentally unstable than any of them, so what happens next… the parental part of him doesn’t want to witness.

It’s Ghost who stays behind and sets up a brighter light in the room, kissing Soap softly on the forehead before looking down at him. Soap speaks instantly, “Please, Si! I didn’t do anything, waited for you to say I could! Didn’t want to without you! Please, please ask, I fucking need it-“ Ghost cuts him off with a harsher kiss as he pushes down onto his lovers trapped cock, the hardness he knows has been there for the whole two days install throbbing and growing wet with a new body fluid. Soap has always loved pain, especially burns, so Ghost can’t help the pride in his lover for not climaxing just because he wanted to wait for Ghost. “Good boy, Johnny. Letting them torture you, dealing with their armature attempts at pleasuring you. Must of been so hard not to cum, but you did it. So proud of you, Love. Knowing who you belong to.” Soap passes out after his orgasm finishes, whining and whimpering as the pleasure grows too much. Ghost gets him out, rubs his joints and stretches his muscles before taking him to the only medic they both trust. Soap is in heaven for the next week as Ghost pushes down on his wounds, letting him hump a pillow as he treats them afterwards. Soap loves being tortured, he just wishes it was only Ghost who did it.