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Im in search of a fic I forgot to save and don't have time to deep dive for it since I'm at work.

Starts with soap being upset because he's falling for the reader but is with ghost. He confesses to this during their weekly date night. Ghost is relieved because he took is falling for the reader. They come up with a plan for Soap to approach the reader first. Only soap messes up his wording and Y/N thinks he's trying to cheat on ghost and flips out runs away.

Ghost reassurances soap and they decide to try again together after the next mission after some time has passed.

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Ghoap x f!reader idea. Writers can take it and run; just remember to tell me where to find your work.

MDNI 18+ ONLY.

Soap, being madly in love with Ghost, finally sees his face and thinks, 'This is it; I've got a chance.'

Ghost looks at his Johnny and just going, you are in for a hell of a ride. Not because of him, no no.

His birdie made it very, very clear to him when they got together that if he fell in love and fought it off, she'd lock him in a chastity cage.

"You deserve love, Simon. If ya find someone, bring em home. I'll take good care of both of you." Simon has been forced fed poly books because she loves them and he can't say no.

So he slowly starts talking about his birdie. He guards her more than his own face, but he knows soap will take it the wrong way. That's okay, his birdie will fix it. She's good at this stuff, so good.

It's slow but eventually Simon gets comfortable enough with soap to excitedly talk about his bird. His trust in soap is so clear because it's only when it's just them that they'll talk about her.

It's bitter sweet because soap loves basking in that trust, in that vulnerability but damn it he wants to be the one making this man excited enough to move his hands while talking. So close but so far. Simon knows and is counting the days.

Then one day, Soap comes back from a mission to find Ghost in Soap's room packing a bag. "Birdie said, bring you home. Price approved it," and Soap is so flabbergasted that all he can do is tease and be a smartass. Ghost thinks that's his love language. Just like his birdie gives little gifts.

Soap is worried this woman is going to catch him looking at her husband. When they get there, he's expecting her to be anticipating them, only she opens the door and squeals in surprise that Simon is home, and oh look, Simon brought home someone.

"So good, my Simon, socializing on your own. Yes, you've earned a reward," then Birdie places a kiss on Simon's cheek before an alarm goes off and she rushes back into the house to pull several pans of brownies out of the oven.

Simon starts to move forward in a way that Soap now recognizes as worry. "Stress?" Simon asks.

The woman laughs, "Yeah, but it's all better now that you are home. Just got a little lonely love." Oh, stress baking.

Then the woman turns, eyeing Soap. Did she already catch on? Should he run? She's staring an awful lot. Then you are pulling Ghost down, whispering in his ear, eyes never leaving Soap.

"he'd look good collared and on his knees, wouldn't he, Simon. You'll let me see it, won't you, baby?" and Simon almost falls to his own knees, an "affirmative" slipping out because the only way he's talking right now is as Ghost.

Then both of you straight up as if nothing was said, and you smile up at soap, leaving him confused as all hell. Why is Simon using his Ghost voice with his birdie?

All in all, you do treat him well. He thinks you must have seen him looking, but you never react. He's still a bit worried you will kick him out, but you're always so caring. Soap finds his favorite snacks scattered around the house. "You men forget to eat if it's not right in front of you."

Then there are the little gifts. A little sparkly Soap keychain. Soap starts finding clothes in his size, just sitting on the guest bed after your outings. He tries to thank you, but you seem to avoid it like the plague. In turn, he decides to get little gifts for you and Simon.

Simon is so proud. His birdie is easing soap into it and Soap is learning his own way to care for their birdie.

Then you up the antics by involving soap in date nights. At first, he doesn't realize. Hard to not realize though when he's in a dog onesie, Simon is in a skeleton onesie, and you are in a frog onesie.

All three of you are watching some sucky romantic movie with him squished in the middle. It's definitely supposed to be a date night, but maybe he looked sad. Maybe that's why you are including him. He can't bring himself to say anything as you pop chocolate-covered snacks into his and Simon's mouths. He doesn't want to ruin the moment.

It is not till the third obvious date that he actually realizes what's happening. He's sitting on the floor with Simon as they try to figure out how a particular board game works when he feels you behind him. They've been there a few weeks at this point, and he's gotten used to you being close. He doesn't even look up, solely focused on the game.

Then he feels something wrap around his neck and a hears a click. He reaches up to feel whatever you just put on him because it's probably another gift but freezes at the look on Simon's face. He's drooling.

"even better than you imagined huh Simon"

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Tansy Tea for Four

Original thought here from @spookytragedyshark. All yellow lines are directly pulled from their original thought. If the yellow is hard to read, find the all black here. Shout out to @/steddiecameraroll-graphics for the dividers.

A/N: I ran out of work a half hour after I got there but couldn't go home soooooo.... Also shout out to you coders out there. Getting the color added to this fic made my eyes cross several times.

“Okay, I’ll go for Christmas.”

Simon felt the words slide off his tongue, unable to call them back. He wonders if he would hesitate looking back. If he knew that those five words would launch change at him like a manhole cover being launched into space. That was an accident. A lot of accidents led to what Christmas became that year.

Johnny sat upright, scrambling to mark the place in his novel as he stared at his lover.

Simon fought the urge to don his mask. Johnny stared at him, eyes searching for seams as to where the man might have been body snatched.

“Who are you and where is my Simon?” Johnny uses his interrogation voice.

Blinking once to process that he heard the tone he thought he did, Simon shifts as if to move toward the desk at the end of the bed. Instead, he pounced on the man lounging on his bed. Johnny let out a squawk that shifted into a groan as Simon’s weight landed.

“I am your Simon,” he bit the curve of Johnny’s neck. “I’m agreeing because you look sad when you think of missing another Christmas with your family.”

Johnny arched under him, a gasp falling into Simon’s ears. Fingers worked their way into his hair. Simon followed the command implicit in the tug and pressed his lips to Johnny’s.

“I already told my mum I wouldn’t be making it. Now it will be a surprise. You’re in charge of buying her some mead when we land,” he pushed the words into Simon’s mouth along with his tongue. “Can I tell her about you?”

Instead of answering, Simon dipped a hand below Johnny’s waist band.

When Johnny could walk again he found his phone and booked two seats home for the holidays.

The drive to his childhood home sees Johnny’s knee bouncing as his eyes never leave the road. Simon lays a hand on the thigh closest to him. The bouncing stops.

The front door stays firmly shut against the dark as Johnny parks the rented car.

“Leave your stuff, we can grab it if Mum has a room to spare. If not, we will pop down the road,” Johnny nearly levitated from the driver’s seat.

Simon walks silently behind his love, feeding the fears in his head to the demons that dogged his steps. He was doing this for Johnny. Wiping the sadness from his face was worth the weight in every step.

Without knocking Johnny throws open the front door, hollering for his mum. Simon speeds up when Johnny’s voice cuts off with a sob.

“Tansy?”

Stepping through the door Simon gently maneuvers Johnny further into the room to shut the door. He scans every face of the ten or so people dotted around the table. He lands on yours as you step into the room. You are the only face here that doesn’t claim familiarity due to linage. A touch of movement draws his gaze down to a boy, no more than four, staring at him with wide eyes.

Pieces click in his mind as he recalls why that name sounded familiar. Johnny had spoken of you, his first love, the one that got away. The one that literally disappeared. And that child looks like Soap, a Mohawk, and all. The demons in his shadows mauled him now, under the eyes of his lover’s lost love.

“Who?” The kid is pointing directly at him, unafraid, almost entranced by his soft skull balaclava.

You don’t remove your eyes from Johnny, who stands as if struck dumb, as you answer.

“Dad,” you point, “And Ghost,” you point to him now.

Johnny wouldn’t pick him now. Surely not him, not as broken as he is. Pain, sorrow, longing, it’s all hitting him rapid, like a pinball machine.

“Skully!” The child screams excitedly.

“Yes, Ghost. From the pictures.” You glance at him with your nose still in pressed against the kids face. “My darling little soldier, could you play with Mimi for a few?”

The brows pulling together under the mohawk stab at Ghost like a knife from a hidden enemy. He knows that look, has been bested by it time and again from Johnny. The kid lifts a small hand, pointing at him again.

“Later?”

“If they’re not busy with work.” You turn at the waist, setting the child on the floor within reach of Mama MacTavish.

It is not missed on Simon that you are giving them a way out.

Once your arms are free Johnny is there, filling them. He is sobbing. Simon has never heard him cry like this. It tears open the scabs that he had so carefully covered.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, yeah?” Your arm is still looped around Johnny’s waist. Simon can’t breathe beyond the squeeze in his chest.

No one speaks as you are trailed by death into the kitchen. Settling Johnny onto the stool by the stove you step back to the sink and shove your hands into your pockets. Your ears are at your shoulders and your mouth moves fast as you start to explain. Simon stands guard near the door. He can’t decide if his placement will make it easier to run or to keep Johnny’s family out while you and he talk.

“I was planning on talking to you privately but your mum said you weren’t coming for the holidays and I couldn’t stand the thought of him missing another holiday with relatives. You know how I feel about relatives.”

Johnny remembers all the times you said you wished for your kid to have a big extended family. How you cried, scared yours would pass before you had one.

“It was too difficult to contact you, so I called your mum. Bless her, she helped me run the DNA test, so I did not have to worry or bother you if I was wrong.”

“Of course, she helped with the paperwork, so it’s all set up. If anything happens to me, you’ll get him. If you can’t, it’s between my mom and Ghost ,” You nod to Ghost as you say it. His heart has to have stopped. No one would want their child under his care. You shift your gaze back to Johnny, eyes scared. “When you’ve regained the ability to talk, could you please tell me when we slept together, though?”

Johnny, as flabbergasted as he is, blurts out, “That’s not why you disappeared?”

He reaches for you. Simon hears weeping from somewhere in his mind.

“No,” you step between his spread knees, resting one hand on his cheek and the other running over his hair, inviting him to look at you. “I left because I had to. My sister had an incident. Based on your reaction, I’d say it was when I broke up with Jonathan and got messed up?”

Simon looks from you to Johnny like he was studying a painting. The colors are all drenched in his pain. Johnny looks ready to cry, guilt lifted from his soul. He had never mentioned he felt responsible for your absence. Ghost has no clue who Jonathan is or what transpired, but the pieces are there. This, whatever this is, Soap clearly never wanted to even think about again. He had never mentioned sleeping with you before your disappearance, only the shock of the loss, the longing for the friendship lost.

“We were beyond wasted that night. I don’t blame you. We’re adults, we knew better,” you offer absolution with the swipe of your fingers along his face. Simon has never seen a more intimate moment. He wants to vomit and cave in on himself until he is no longer intruding.

“I’d have come,” Johnny’s fingers are curled above your knees, pulling you closer until his chin rests on your baby softened belly. The body changed by his seed.

Vomit creeps up Simon’s throat.

“I thought he was Jonathan’s and he never wanted kids. So it took until Callum started to resemble you. That’s when I started to look for you.”

Johnny is looking at you like an angel, all reverence and awe and bursting with love.

“You named him Callum?” Johnny’s voice broke as tears filled his eyes again.

“‘It’s my favorite name, Tansy.’ The name stuck in my head even though we were thirteen.” Your hand trails from Johnny’s forehead through his mohawk, grounding yourself, Simon guesses.

Simon’s thoughts are derailed when you turn from Johnny, tears in your eyes, to pin him to the cabinet with your gaze.

“When you two become officially public, I’ll have him start calling you Bonus Dad. Seems more fitting and all.”

You’re addressing him, looking at him as the worlds leave your mouth. Fear seizes his system, his brain slows. You know. You know he and Johnny…Johnny would want you now, Simon can’t interfere with that. How does he fix this?

You move away, pacing through the kitchen. Johnny’s hand stay reaching for you, you skirt the widespread fingers with the practice of a mother avoiding sticky giggles.

“I’m not staying anywhere nearby. Actually, I’m moving again, so we’ll have to figure something out about visiting.” You glance at Simon and then Johnny, wincing as you continue, “I steamboated again, huh?”

Johnny nods, mute. Ghost is confused by the phrase, isn’t it steamrolling?

You catch the confusion in his gaze as you address him. “Oh, one more thing. Callum is interested in anything creepy, so be prepared. He’s probably going to have a lot to say about your mask…and try to climb you.”

“Same taste as his mum then?” Johnny must be recovering if he can prod at you.

You level him with a glare. Johnny grins, unrepentant. The interaction has a flavor only time can add. Simon fights to keep his teeth from grinding.

“What about the haircut?” Johnny questions, shifting to take your hand in his.

The hand not being held is banded across your ribs.

You blow out a breath, “He saw one picture of you and demanded a mohawk. Callum was two and I had been avoiding what I knew. He was your child through and through. Jonathan had been out of the picture for over a year at that point. I have pictures of him grinning with my smile as the stylist gelled his hair up for the first time. I’ve got a whole folder of photos for you.”

Silence engulfs the room. Johnny stands, lifting a hand to your cheek as he crowds into your space.

“I would like to me our son,” he whispers the words like a love confession.

You look up at Johnny and Simon can see all the love that resulted in your shared child surfacing in your eyes.

“Okay.” Your whisper barely reaches Simon’s ears.

The moment they reenter the room Callum does in fact try to climb Simon to get a better look at his mask. You effortlessly pick him up and away from Simon’s legs.

“Callum, pause. We don’t climb people without permission. Now, let’s ask. Repeat after me: Simon, will you hold me?”

Electric blue eyes, the same shade as the man Simon would happily walk into hell for, burrow under his bones.

“Simon, will you hold me?”

At his nod, Callum stretches, legs still held firm in your grip. Simon lets out a grunt as he catches the full weight of Johnny’s son. Kid got his fathers density alright.

Small hands slap either side of Simon’s face, forcing eye contact as Callum starts into a tale about his haunted teddy bears and how they can’t move because they don’t have bones. Simon nods when appropriate to show he is listening. His stomach falls into his ass as you and Johnny step further away to sit down on the love seat.

“Did you know I went as a solider for school one day?” Callum’s brows lift as if this is shocking information.

“Oh…uh..” Simon glances away seeing you and Johnny knee to knee with faces nearly touching as you show him something on your phone. “Why?”

“My Mimi gave me a picture of my dad and you. Mum hung it on my wall with tape. You looked so cool with your skull on the outside.” Callum’s face darkens as he continues, “Mum wouldn’t let me wear a skull to school.”

The laughter sealed the deal. Simon swore to himself he will protect this kid. He is too innocent, too perfect. He may not be Soap’s lover much longer, but he will be here.

Johnny looks up from your phone. Simon is still locked in eye contact with his son. My god, he had a son. You, his first love, his Tansy flower, had given him a son. The years between that dim, sweaty night and now pull on him, setting an ache in his chest. As much as he longs to take you in his arms but this is his L.T., his Simon. He can’t give up one love for another.

Callum wiggles, pushing against Simon’s chest. Bending at the waist Simon sets Callum down. He runs directly to Johnny, hands resting on Johnny’s knees as he starts in with the rapid fire words he had also used on Simon.

“Did you know you are my dad? Mum told me all about you, and Mimi has so many stories and pictures of you!”

“Hi bud, I learned today that I’m your dad.” Johnny pulled his son into a hug before setting him on a leg. “I’ve never been a dad before, what do you think a dad does?”

Pursing his lips Callum thought before answering definitively, “Tickles.”

Both your and Johnny’s brows lift and connect gazes.

“Really? Tickles?” Johnny starts in on the request. Callum’s peels of laughter fill the room.

For a few breaths, Ghost adores the interaction. How perfectly Soap takes to his son.

He tears his eyes away. No, this isn’t his place. Simon mutters something about a smoke and steps outside. Soap is enamored with Callum, doesn’t notice at first, but you do.

Silently, you follow. The MacTavish home is small, snug even and it doesn’t take long to find Simon through the windows. Giving him time, to mostly finish his cigarette, you watch him. You are not surprised that Johnny found someone solid in stature and personality. He always was drawn to people who would call him out on his bullshit. The spooky aspect of his mask didn’t hurt either. You had always been drawn to the macabre.

Stepping through the creaky door, you join Simon. It is just you two on the porch. He rubs the remainder of his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot. His eyes don’t leave the horizon.

“Hey,” you say softly, “I am sorry about everything. I know it was shocking, and I have a tendency to kinda take over or uh not rant but steamboat is what we call it. It is a result of my overactive mind.” You are rubbing your neck, looking nervous, “I really want everyone to get along. Soap and his mom have a high opinion of you so—”

“He’ll be with you.” Ghost cannot for the life of him understand why you are apologizing to him. It is out of his mouth before he realizes he even opened it. “If it comes to it, he’ll choose you.”

You look up at him and blink in shock.

“The fuck he will!” Anger is not something he expected when this interaction started. Your fists are shaking as your eye twitches beneath furrowed brows.

“He loves you.” It’s firm, as if stating a fact, it doesn’t hurt him any less to say out loud.

“You are not pulling back from him because of me,” snarling is not something he expected from you by the way his brows lift. Shows how much Johnny said about you.

Ghost hears his own insecurity in your voice, but he can’t help it. He pushes more, “He has loved you longer.”

“And he loves you more.”

The two of you stand, locked in a glaring contest as both hearts bleed out on the stones below.

The whistling of the wind is the only sound as your face softens. Simon has never seen anyone look at him like that before, understanding tinged in empathy. Simon tears his eyes from yours, even an inch further with the knife and his heart will explode.

“Then he will have both of us. No reason for you to go away."

What the hell? Simon is a big man, strong and well trained. He has not been so thoroughly disarmed since his first year of basic training. This is why he doesn’t talk to people. To many chances to fall into traps.

“He clearly loves you. His family loves you. Callum already loves you. I am not letting you walk away because of a choice that isn’t ours to make. Besides,” you tuck your arms close, chin tipping down as you look down and away. The posture reads of shame. “This is my fault. I was so blinded by my own insecurities that I did not think anyone could truly love me. I fell into bed with him because he gives so easily. Why not take what he is offering, even if I think it won’t last? I was bound to fuck it up sooner or later. Some people aren’t made to be loved, I guess.”

Hearing his own thoughts echoed back at him, Simon thinks back to that first night together. Johnny had followed him into his room, fingers deft and kind as he stripped Simon bare. Simon had cried after they lay under the blanket Johnny had found kicked to the end of the bed.

Johnny cooed to him, telling him how even when love is lost it is never gone. He spoke of you that night, how you disappeared and despite all the times he searched over the years you remained lost.

“That is love, Simon. I would search for you if I lost you.” He had grinned then. The darkness couldn’t keep Simon from feeling bathed in warmth when that look turned to him.

Johnny bursts through the door then. Maybe discussing him called im forth like the devil. His head swiveled. He spots you to the left of the door but doesn’t stop looking. Scanning right he finds Simon. His shoulders drop.

“Oh Si,” Johnny crossed the porch, pulling the larger man into a hug. He held on like his lungs might give out without the contact.

You find Simon’s eyes on you as he holds his lover close. The shifting of your lips pretends at a smile, the tears in your eyes ring of truth though. With a hard swallow, you nod once.

“I’m glad your taste in men is as good as mine, Johnny. Your Simon would be someone I chose, too,” you slip inside before either man can truly take in the full meaning of that statement.

Disappearing in a full house takes skills. Johnny nor Simon saw much of you the few days they celebrated. Callum, on the other hand, spent every waking moment pinned to either or both men. They adore the boy and Mama MacTavish sneakily snagged a photo of the three when Callum had fallen asleep on Simon, and Johnny decided a nap was the best order of business.

When gifts were being passed about you hid in the kitchen. Callum happily handed over a new sketchbook for Johnny, his name proudly scribbled under your handwriting proclaiming ‘Callum loves dad!”. Simon took the gift from Callum as carefully as a bomb handoff. He peels the wrapping paper away to expose a wide, soft wool scarf. A tiny white skull had been stitched into one corner of the garment.

Callum gasped before jumping from Johnny’s lap to help Simon put on the scarf.

“Mummy makes the best scarves.”

Everyone laughed at the boy’s exuberance.

Before they returned to work Johnny and you sat down at the table, working out phone numbers and holidays to spend with Callum and what life could look like. You couldn’t nail down a bunch of details yet as you were moving with the start of the new year. Connection had been made though, this time you wouldn’t disappear.

New Years Day saw an adorable photo of Callum seated in an airplane seat with the message ‘Adventure is out there!”

Johnny smiled so wide Simon worried that his face might crack. The photo was promptly downloaded and saved as one of multiple backgrounds. It fell in rotation right behind a photo of Simon’s lower face tucked into his elbow offering a middle finger to the camera.

Simon shoves down the twisted pride that no photos of you appear in the rotation. Johnny had sat down when they got back to base and loaded several of his favorite pictures of Simon and Callum and a photo of a yellow flower to rotate as his background and lock screen.

January 3rd found the men and women of the 141, all seven main teams meeting the first of the several new civilians that would be helping with a variety of things.

Price whistled once and all his people circled up. Simon watched as Johnny’s mouth popped open and his eyes bugged. Confused, he looked towards Price as well.

There you stood. Eyes wide and mouth open a touch, as if you had lost the battle to keep it closed, you stare at them.

“Let me introduce you to new civilian specialized gear mechanic—”

“Tansy!” You cut Price off, “You can call me Tansy.”

Price, confused but known to be one who rolls with it, finished his sentence.

“Tansy. Tansy this is the team. You’ll learn all their names in time, but if any of them give you a hard time," he glared at Johnny and a few others pointedly, "you come to me.”

Price patted you on the back as he spoke again, “Dismissed muppets.”

You send Johnny and Simon a shrug as Price starts walking, telling you about the base and where you will be set up for jobs.

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A/N: I used the hex code #f3a900, which is called Albany Paint Tansy. It's the little things, ya know?

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My brain has blessed us with more or at least screamed until I wrote more.

(Y/n) getting overwhelmed or overstimulated in social environments and will hide behind ghost because he is so stoic it calms (y/n). Plus his size completely blocks you from veiw. Everyone is being all shocked because ghost is intimidating and gives normal people anxiety.

Soap being jealous that Simon is your comfort person at first but eventually understands and feels guilty because he knows he can be loud and a bit much. The reader loves to watch soap because of how excitable he is. Everything they wish they could be like

Price knowing you are neuro spicy and giving everyone but ghost a heads up because he knows ghost would sike himself out. Him slowly learning your quirks, safe foods, and related things. Price seeing you leave trinkets on people's desks when they're having a bad day because even if you cannot communicate well you want to make them smile.

Gaz never mentions he knows but leaving fidgets around the base and accommodating you without ever being asked. Gaz is the first to gift you trinkets. Gaz finding ways to remind you to drink water without outright saying it (he's made a game out of it). He has 122 points.

If there's a fic like this please point me in the direction. If not feel free to use the idea, please tell me where to read it.

I desperately need Ghost to meet this civilian (y/n) oc whatever on base there for literally anything work related.

And like normal they're terrified and ghost does the normal ghost thing thinking it's him terrifying them only to see y/n interact with everyone on base the same way and everyone is acting like it's normal and he's slowly growing concerned.

In reality y/n is very neurodivergent and can't make eye contact without crying 99% the time. Anyone bigger than them causes a fear response and every interaction causes anxiety. Y/N actual really likes ghost because there's no pressure to read facial expression correctly. Y/N is also bloody smart deadly good at their job and fiercely loyal.

Which is how ghost finds out about the 1% of the time you can make eye contact. Someone goes to start drama mainly focusing on ghost and rising to defend him you make eye contact with the poor soul as you verbally destroy then physically handle him. Ghost should not be as turned on by seeing you with blood on your face or the fact it's the blood of someone who wronged him and suffered the consequences of your fist.

Can be anything really I just want this tiny little scared kitten to go full tiger and ghost not to know what to do with the feelings that ignites.

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Thank you. I'm worried about my tear ducts too lol. Did not plan on invoking a Deity today but I am glad I did. Let's hope we're not too traumatized after this.

Another fanfic idea I'm not sure I can fully write myself. (ends up writing way too much.) Feel free to rewrite this or anything, take it, and run. I want to read someone else's take on this.

Soap finally convinces Ghost to come home for the holidays. Ghost is on edge. Ya know basic normal ghoap.

Only soap told his family he couldn't make it missions and all that. It's fine, they will be excited to see him with the change of plans.

Then, as soon as they enter the house, it goes dead silent. Ghost thinks it's his fault until soap pushes out a shaky "(y/n)" on the verge of tears, looking at a woman holding a small child no older than four.

Ghost spirals quick. He knows that name. It's soap's first love, the one that got away. The one that literally disappeared. And that child looks like Soap, a Mohawk, and all. Surely Soap didn't know. Then he's going to pick her, he thinks. Surely not him, not broken as he is. Pain, sorrow, longing, it's all processing rapid like a pinball machine.

Then it's cut off, confusion breaks through because the little one just tugged on your shirt and pointed not at soap but at him, "Who?" You smile at the little one as everyone else seems more on edge, you, without missing a beat "That's your Godfather, darling".

"SKULLY!" The child screams excitedly. "Yes, ghost. From the pictures." The child looks at Ghost like he hung the moon, then at Soap and claps his hands. "My darling little soldier, could you play with Mimi for a few" the child falters before pointing at them "later?"

"If they're not busy with work." It's not missed on Simon, you are giving them a way out. You hand the child off to Soap's mom, and all at once, Soap's brain kicks in, and he's hugging you, sobbing. Simon remembers that Soap thought you might have died after you disappeared because he couldn't find you at all. No social media, nothing. (He's still not able to process the Godfather thing or what that implies)

"let's go to the kitchen yeah? " You're looking at him. He's confused again but nods following as you lead soap to the kitchen getting him in a chair. Before turning around and rummaging through a cabinet. Soap's watching just watching.

"I was planning on talking to you privately but your mom said you weren't coming for the holidays and I couldn't stand the thought of him missing another holiday with relatives. You know how I feel about relatives" you're still going through the cabinet but guilt is laced through your voice. Soap KNOWS exactly what you're referring to. He remember all the times you said you wished for your kid to have a big extended family. How you cried scared yours would pass before you had a kid.

"It was too difficult to contact you, so I contacted your mom. Bless her, she helped me run the test against her, so I did not have to worry or bother you if I was wrong. " You hand Soap a folder. It's the DNA test. "Of course, she helped with the paperwork, so it's set up. If anything happens to me, you'll get him. If you can't, it's between my mom and Ghost." You nod to Ghost, and he thinks his heart stopped for a second because what the hell. "Depending on the situation," and you're talking like this is common sense.

"When you've regained the ability to talk, could you please tell me when we slept together, though?" Soap, as flabbergasted as he is, blurts out, "That's not why you disappeared?" He looks overwhelmed and confused almost guilty. You take a step forward and gently push back his Mohawk, having him look you in the eyes. "No, I left because I had to. My sister had an incident. Based on your reaction, I'd say it was when I broke up with Jonathan and got messed up?" Soap looks ready to cry guilt clear now. Ghost has no clue who Jonathan is or what transpired, but the pieces are there. This, whatever this is, Soap clearly never wanted to even think about it again.

"You were beyond wasted that night, too. I don't blame you. We're adults, we knew better." You're still looking in soap's eyes. "I'd have come as soon as I knew. But I thought he was Jonathan's, and Jonathan never wanted kids. So it took until he started to resemble you."

Ghost thinks undoubtedly Soap will pick you because he's looking at you like an angel. Ghost wonder's maybe you are, because who would be this kind and calm? Then you derail his thoughts again because what the hell...

"When you two become officially public, I'll have him start calling you bonus dad, seems more fitting and all." You're addressing Ghost, and you are looking at Ghost. You're looking like this is normal but Ghost is terrified and he can't place why. His brain slows. You know. You know him and soap... Is his existence ruining this for soap? How does he fix it?

You move away, doing a little pace through the kitchen. "I'm not staying anywhere near by, actually, I'm moving again, so we'll have to figure something out about visiting." Soaps eyes are wide, and he's still practically muted in shock. "I steamboated again, huh?" Soap mutely nods. Ghost is confused by the fraze.

"oh, one more thing, ghost the kid is interested in anything creepy so be prepared, he's probably going to fan girl about your mask. And try to climb you." Ghost nearly chokes on his own saliva.

Finally soap speaks "same taste as his mom then?"

"He saw one picture of you and demanded a Mohawk." You laugh, and Soap chuckles; full of emotion, none of you can quiet Desesifer. Then you are moving back into the living room. They think you are trying to give them space, but both follow Soap, too scared you will disappear the moment you are out of sight. Ghost is determined to spend as much time with Johnny with Soap as he can before...

The moment they reenter the family room, the kid beelines for the two men and does in fact try to climb Simon to get a better look at his mask. You effortlessly pick the kid up, asking Simon if he will hold him. He obliges, and the kid rambles about scary stories and how cool Ghost and Soaps uniforms are and how the pictures Mimi gave him of them are on his bedroom wall. The men just melt. Ghost swears to himself he will protect this kid. He is too innocent too perfect. He may not be Soaps lover much longer, but he will be here.

Meanwhile, Soap brain has taken a pause to adore how Ghost, his Simon, is so perfect with his mini me. Sure, his chest aches for you, but this is his L.T. The kid practically jumps from Ghost to Soap. For a few moments, Ghost adores the interaction. How perfectly Soap takes to the boy. Then he tears his eyes away. No, this is not his place. He mutters something about a smoke and steps outside. Soap is enamored with his kid, doesn't notice at first, but you do.

Silently, you follow, giving him time to mostly finish his cigarette before approaching him. It is just you two on the porch.

"Hey I am sorry about everything. I know it was shocking, and I have a tendency to kinda take over or uh not rant but steamboat is what we call it. It is a result of my overactive mind." You are rubbing your neck, looking nervous, and Ghost cannot for the life of him understand why you are apologizing to him. "I really want everyone to get along. Soap and His mom have a high opinion of you so-"

"He will be with you." It is out of his mouth before he realizes he even opened it. You are looking up at him and blinking in shock. Ghost thinks he has messed up bad because you are slowly starting to look angry. "He loves you." It's firm as if stating a fact. "You are not pulling back from him because of me." And Ghost hears his own insecurity in your voice, but he can't help it. He pushes more, "he has loved you longer."

Your entire body language changes as if having an epiphany. Then a muffled, barely audible "really?" Again, he can not help it, he looks away, a strained "yes" . Then he feels your hands on his shoulders. "Then he will have both of us. No reason for you to go away. " his eyes snapping back to you because again what the hell.

"He clearly loves you. His family loves you. Our kid loves you. I am not letting you walk away because of some fear or insecurities that I am certain I or Soap also feel. Besides that, this is my fault. I was so blinded by my own insecurities that I did not think anyone could truly love me." In that moment, Ghost thinks, hearing his own thoughts echoed back at him, that he might also be falling for this angel in front of him.

Soap chooses that exact moment to burst out the front door, franticly looking for you two. You think he is worried about Ghost and him potentially leaving. Ghost thinks Soap is just looking for you to make sure you do not disappear again, only he does not relax fully at seeing you. Soap scans your serious expression and your hand on Ghost's shoulder and rushes over, "Oh Si" and hugs Ghost like his life depends on it.

"Johnny, when exactly did we start having the same taste in men?" Ghost brain decides that's the moment to stop functioning.

A few days later, after being back to work, the boys learn why exactly you are moving again when Price introduces you to the team as the new civilian specialized gear mechanic.

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You are either about to be one of my favorite people in the world or the reason I have a good cry and a mental crisis bath. Either way I am excited.

Another fanfic idea I'm not sure I can fully write myself. (ends up writing way too much.) Feel free to rewrite this or anything, take it, and run. I want to read someone else's take on this.

Soap finally convinces Ghost to come home for the holidays. Ghost is on edge. Ya know basic normal ghoap.

Only soap told his family he couldn't make it missions and all that. It's fine, they will be excited to see him with the change of plans.

Then, as soon as they enter the house, it goes dead silent. Ghost thinks it's his fault until soap pushes out a shaky "(y/n)" on the verge of tears, looking at a woman holding a small child no older than four.

Ghost spirals quick. He knows that name. It's soap's first love, the one that got away. The one that literally disappeared. And that child looks like Soap, a Mohawk, and all. Surely Soap didn't know. Then he's going to pick her, he thinks. Surely not him, not broken as he is. Pain, sorrow, longing, it's all processing rapid like a pinball machine.

Then it's cut off, confusion breaks through because the little one just tugged on your shirt and pointed not at soap but at him, "Who?" You smile at the little one as everyone else seems more on edge, you, without missing a beat "That's your Godfather, darling".

"SKULLY!" The child screams excitedly. "Yes, ghost. From the pictures." The child looks at Ghost like he hung the moon, then at Soap and claps his hands. "My darling little soldier, could you play with Mimi for a few" the child falters before pointing at them "later?"

"If they're not busy with work." It's not missed on Simon, you are giving them a way out. You hand the child off to Soap's mom, and all at once, Soap's brain kicks in, and he's hugging you, sobbing. Simon remembers that Soap thought you might have died after you disappeared because he couldn't find you at all. No social media, nothing. (He's still not able to process the Godfather thing or what that implies)

"let's go to the kitchen yeah? " You're looking at him. He's confused again but nods following as you lead soap to the kitchen getting him in a chair. Before turning around and rummaging through a cabinet. Soap's watching just watching.

"I was planning on talking to you privately but your mom said you weren't coming for the holidays and I couldn't stand the thought of him missing another holiday with relatives. You know how I feel about relatives" you're still going through the cabinet but guilt is laced through your voice. Soap KNOWS exactly what you're referring to. He remember all the times you said you wished for your kid to have a big extended family. How you cried scared yours would pass before you had a kid.

"It was too difficult to contact you, so I contacted your mom. Bless her, she helped me run the test against her, so I did not have to worry or bother you if I was wrong. " You hand Soap a folder. It's the DNA test. "Of course, she helped with the paperwork, so it's set up. If anything happens to me, you'll get him. If you can't, it's between my mom and Ghost." You nod to Ghost, and he thinks his heart stopped for a second because what the hell. "Depending on the situation," and you're talking like this is common sense.

"When you've regained the ability to talk, could you please tell me when we slept together, though?" Soap, as flabbergasted as he is, blurts out, "That's not why you disappeared?" He looks overwhelmed and confused almost guilty. You take a step forward and gently push back his Mohawk, having him look you in the eyes. "No, I left because I had to. My sister had an incident. Based on your reaction, I'd say it was when I broke up with Jonathan and got messed up?" Soap looks ready to cry guilt clear now. Ghost has no clue who Jonathan is or what transpired, but the pieces are there. This, whatever this is, Soap clearly never wanted to even think about it again.

"You were beyond wasted that night, too. I don't blame you. We're adults, we knew better." You're still looking in soap's eyes. "I'd have come as soon as I knew. But I thought he was Jonathan's, and Jonathan never wanted kids. So it took until he started to resemble you."

Ghost thinks undoubtedly Soap will pick you because he's looking at you like an angel. Ghost wonder's maybe you are, because who would be this kind and calm? Then you derail his thoughts again because what the hell...

"When you two become officially public, I'll have him start calling you bonus dad, seems more fitting and all." You're addressing Ghost, and you are looking at Ghost. You're looking like this is normal but Ghost is terrified and he can't place why. His brain slows. You know. You know him and soap... Is his existence ruining this for soap? How does he fix it?

You move away, doing a little pace through the kitchen. "I'm not staying anywhere near by, actually, I'm moving again, so we'll have to figure something out about visiting." Soaps eyes are wide, and he's still practically muted in shock. "I steamboated again, huh?" Soap mutely nods. Ghost is confused by the fraze.

"oh, one more thing, ghost the kid is interested in anything creepy so be prepared, he's probably going to fan girl about your mask. And try to climb you." Ghost nearly chokes on his own saliva.

Finally soap speaks "same taste as his mom then?"

"He saw one picture of you and demanded a Mohawk." You laugh, and Soap chuckles; full of emotion, none of you can quiet Desesifer. Then you are moving back into the living room. They think you are trying to give them space, but both follow Soap, too scared you will disappear the moment you are out of sight. Ghost is determined to spend as much time with Johnny with Soap as he can before...

The moment they reenter the family room, the kid beelines for the two men and does in fact try to climb Simon to get a better look at his mask. You effortlessly pick the kid up, asking Simon if he will hold him. He obliges, and the kid rambles about scary stories and how cool Ghost and Soaps uniforms are and how the pictures Mimi gave him of them are on his bedroom wall. The men just melt. Ghost swears to himself he will protect this kid. He is too innocent too perfect. He may not be Soaps lover much longer, but he will be here.

Meanwhile, Soap brain has taken a pause to adore how Ghost, his Simon, is so perfect with his mini me. Sure, his chest aches for you, but this is his L.T. The kid practically jumps from Ghost to Soap. For a few moments, Ghost adores the interaction. How perfectly Soap takes to the boy. Then he tears his eyes away. No, this is not his place. He mutters something about a smoke and steps outside. Soap is enamored with his kid, doesn't notice at first, but you do.

Silently, you follow, giving him time to mostly finish his cigarette before approaching him. It is just you two on the porch.

"Hey I am sorry about everything. I know it was shocking, and I have a tendency to kinda take over or uh not rant but steamboat is what we call it. It is a result of my overactive mind." You are rubbing your neck, looking nervous, and Ghost cannot for the life of him understand why you are apologizing to him. "I really want everyone to get along. Soap and His mom have a high opinion of you so-"

"He will be with you." It is out of his mouth before he realizes he even opened it. You are looking up at him and blinking in shock. Ghost thinks he has messed up bad because you are slowly starting to look angry. "He loves you." It's firm as if stating a fact. "You are not pulling back from him because of me." And Ghost hears his own insecurity in your voice, but he can't help it. He pushes more, "he has loved you longer."

Your entire body language changes as if having an epiphany. Then a muffled, barely audible "really?" Again, he can not help it, he looks away, a strained "yes" . Then he feels your hands on his shoulders. "Then he will have both of us. No reason for you to go away. " his eyes snapping back to you because again what the hell.

"He clearly loves you. His family loves you. Our kid loves you. I am not letting you walk away because of some fear or insecurities that I am certain I or Soap also feel. Besides that, this is my fault. I was so blinded by my own insecurities that I did not think anyone could truly love me." In that moment, Ghost thinks, hearing his own thoughts echoed back at him, that he might also be falling for this angel in front of him.

Soap chooses that exact moment to burst out the front door, franticly looking for you two. You think he is worried about Ghost and him potentially leaving. Ghost thinks Soap is just looking for you to make sure you do not disappear again, only he does not relax fully at seeing you. Soap scans your serious expression and your hand on Ghost's shoulder and rushes over, "Oh Si" and hugs Ghost like his life depends on it.

"Johnny, when exactly did we start having the same taste in men?" Ghost brain decides that's the moment to stop functioning.

A few days later, after being back to work, the boys learn why exactly you are moving again when Price introduces you to the team as the new civilian specialized gear mechanic.

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reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure

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Soap found your monster*cker book stash and it suddenly makes a whole lot more sense why you like Ghost so much.

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Being Mimicked

Price was not sure what to think of the newest member of the team. Their file was not very helpful. (y/n) was clearly skilled. Seemed their hobby was taking online classes, with the number of certificates they have.

The issue Mimic had been transferred from team to team every sixish months since they joined. There were no complaints from these teams or Mimic, but every six months...

So he sat back and watched. Mimic was eerily quiet. Not too concerning given Ghost doing the same. But Mimic did not talk. Not too concerning, he supposed given Roach doing the same.

What was concerning was how quickly Mimic took to communicating like Roach did. It made sense in a way, same signals and all, but it was eerie how roach-like it was. but Roach was not bothered by it. In fact, he seemed amused.

Then he noticed how your mask shifted differently after every conversation. Fabric masks were common enough he did not question it till your shifting mask looked a little too similar to roach and ghosts.

You were closest in height to soap, and this time Price noticed immediately that you were walking like soap. Not all walking is just your stride.

Mimic was not referring to your learning abilities...

Soon after, you started mimicking Gaz's stance and slight hand gestures.

Then price saw his own cocky eyes staring back at him during a sparing match. The same exact way he looked when he knew he was twenty steps ahead of an enemy. Sure enough, he lost that Sparring match and forced himself to settle the uncanny valley feeling and congratulate you. It had been four months, so what was going to happen in the next two to result in your transferring? He decided to make some calls.

The same question every time, "Has she spoken?" As soon as he said no, they would stop talking.

But he got his answer when Roach got hurt. Mimic uses their mic. Each word is panicky and in a different one of the 141s voices.

Okay, that was terrifying. Roach is fine healing, and Mimic is not talking again. Price does not like that, but he also does not know what to do about the talking thing because terrifying. Surprisingly, a while later, Soap convinces you to talk.

Soap retales it to the team. You can not control the mimicking, and you know it makes you creepy. The more nervous you are, the worse it gets when it comes to your voice. It is almost six months, and Price thinks he gets it now.

Price doesn't even talk to the team; they just know what to do. Each one starts prompting short answers out of you. At first, you seem incredibly surprised, and the voice shift is choppy and chaotic, but as time goes on, you keep the same voice longer. Eventually, you start speaking in their voice back to them.

8 months in, that is when the boys finally sit down and talk. It is psychological, and you are improving. You can not stop mimicking, but you can control who you are mimicking. Your previous teams did not wait or watch. You are loyal. Creepy but Loyal. Worth it in all their books, so they keep treating you as normal and try to tamper the uncanny valley ness. You keep improving.

A year in you are not always mimicking others' body language. The boys throw a little anniversary party. As you look at the cake, a soft "thank you" comes out in a voice that they do not recognize.

I may or may not make some different points of view for the team. I may rewrite this one. For now, I must sleep.

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Another fanfic idea I'm not sure I can fully write myself. (ends up writing way too much.) Feel free to rewrite this or anything, take it, and run. I want to read someone else's take on this.

Soap finally convinces Ghost to come home for the holidays. Ghost is on edge. Ya know basic normal ghoap.

Only soap told his family he couldn't make it missions and all that. It's fine, they will be excited to see him with the change of plans.

Then, as soon as they enter the house, it goes dead silent. Ghost thinks it's his fault until soap pushes out a shaky "(y/n)" on the verge of tears, looking at a woman holding a small child no older than four.

Ghost spirals quick. He knows that name. It's soap's first love, the one that got away. The one that literally disappeared. And that child looks like Soap, a Mohawk, and all. Surely Soap didn't know. Then he's going to pick her, he thinks. Surely not him, not broken as he is. Pain, sorrow, longing, it's all processing rapid like a pinball machine.

Then it's cut off, confusion breaks through because the little one just tugged on your shirt and pointed not at soap but at him, "Who?" You smile at the little one as everyone else seems more on edge, you, without missing a beat "That's your Godfather, darling".

"SKULLY!" The child screams excitedly. "Yes, ghost. From the pictures." The child looks at Ghost like he hung the moon, then at Soap and claps his hands. "My darling little soldier, could you play with Mimi for a few" the child falters before pointing at them "later?"

"If they're not busy with work." It's not missed on Simon, you are giving them a way out. You hand the child off to Soap's mom, and all at once, Soap's brain kicks in, and he's hugging you, sobbing. Simon remembers that Soap thought you might have died after you disappeared because he couldn't find you at all. No social media, nothing. (He's still not able to process the Godfather thing or what that implies)

"let's go to the kitchen yeah? " You're looking at him. He's confused again but nods following as you lead soap to the kitchen getting him in a chair. Before turning around and rummaging through a cabinet. Soap's watching just watching.

"I was planning on talking to you privately but your mom said you weren't coming for the holidays and I couldn't stand the thought of him missing another holiday with relatives. You know how I feel about relatives" you're still going through the cabinet but guilt is laced through your voice. Soap KNOWS exactly what you're referring to. He remember all the times you said you wished for your kid to have a big extended family. How you cried scared yours would pass before you had a kid.

"It was too difficult to contact you, so I contacted your mom. Bless her, she helped me run the test against her, so I did not have to worry or bother you if I was wrong. " You hand Soap a folder. It's the DNA test. "Of course, she helped with the paperwork, so it's set up. If anything happens to me, you'll get him. If you can't, it's between my mom and Ghost." You nod to Ghost, and he thinks his heart stopped for a second because what the hell. "Depending on the situation," and you're talking like this is common sense.

"When you've regained the ability to talk, could you please tell me when we slept together, though?" Soap, as flabbergasted as he is, blurts out, "That's not why you disappeared?" He looks overwhelmed and confused almost guilty. You take a step forward and gently push back his Mohawk, having him look you in the eyes. "No, I left because I had to. My sister had an incident. Based on your reaction, I'd say it was when I broke up with Jonathan and got messed up?" Soap looks ready to cry guilt clear now. Ghost has no clue who Jonathan is or what transpired, but the pieces are there. This, whatever this is, Soap clearly never wanted to even think about it again.

"You were beyond wasted that night, too. I don't blame you. We're adults, we knew better." You're still looking in soap's eyes. "I'd have come as soon as I knew. But I thought he was Jonathan's, and Jonathan never wanted kids. So it took until he started to resemble you."

Ghost thinks undoubtedly Soap will pick you because he's looking at you like an angel. Ghost wonder's maybe you are, because who would be this kind and calm? Then you derail his thoughts again because what the hell...

"When you two become officially public, I'll have him start calling you bonus dad, seems more fitting and all." You're addressing Ghost, and you are looking at Ghost. You're looking like this is normal but Ghost is terrified and he can't place why. His brain slows. You know. You know him and soap... Is his existence ruining this for soap? How does he fix it?

You move away, doing a little pace through the kitchen. "I'm not staying anywhere near by, actually, I'm moving again, so we'll have to figure something out about visiting." Soaps eyes are wide, and he's still practically muted in shock. "I steamboated again, huh?" Soap mutely nods. Ghost is confused by the fraze.

"oh, one more thing, ghost the kid is interested in anything creepy so be prepared, he's probably going to fan girl about your mask. And try to climb you." Ghost nearly chokes on his own saliva.

Finally soap speaks "same taste as his mom then?"

"He saw one picture of you and demanded a Mohawk." You laugh, and Soap chuckles; full of emotion, none of you can quiet Desesifer. Then you are moving back into the living room. They think you are trying to give them space, but both follow Soap, too scared you will disappear the moment you are out of sight. Ghost is determined to spend as much time with Johnny with Soap as he can before...

The moment they reenter the family room, the kid beelines for the two men and does in fact try to climb Simon to get a better look at his mask. You effortlessly pick the kid up, asking Simon if he will hold him. He obliges, and the kid rambles about scary stories and how cool Ghost and Soaps uniforms are and how the pictures Mimi gave him of them are on his bedroom wall. The men just melt. Ghost swears to himself he will protect this kid. He is too innocent too perfect. He may not be Soaps lover much longer, but he will be here.

Meanwhile, Soap brain has taken a pause to adore how Ghost, his Simon, is so perfect with his mini me. Sure, his chest aches for you, but this is his L.T. The kid practically jumps from Ghost to Soap. For a few moments, Ghost adores the interaction. How perfectly Soap takes to the boy. Then he tears his eyes away. No, this is not his place. He mutters something about a smoke and steps outside. Soap is enamored with his kid, doesn't notice at first, but you do.

Silently, you follow, giving him time to mostly finish his cigarette before approaching him. It is just you two on the porch.

"Hey I am sorry about everything. I know it was shocking, and I have a tendency to kinda take over or uh not rant but steamboat is what we call it. It is a result of my overactive mind." You are rubbing your neck, looking nervous, and Ghost cannot for the life of him understand why you are apologizing to him. "I really want everyone to get along. Soap and His mom have a high opinion of you so-"

"He will be with you." It is out of his mouth before he realizes he even opened it. You are looking up at him and blinking in shock. Ghost thinks he has messed up bad because you are slowly starting to look angry. "He loves you." It's firm as if stating a fact. "You are not pulling back from him because of me." And Ghost hears his own insecurity in your voice, but he can't help it. He pushes more, "he has loved you longer."

Your entire body language changes as if having an epiphany. Then a muffled, barely audible "really?" Again, he can not help it, he looks away, a strained "yes" . Then he feels your hands on his shoulders. "Then he will have both of us. No reason for you to go away. " his eyes snapping back to you because again what the hell.

"He clearly loves you. His family loves you. Our kid loves you. I am not letting you walk away because of some fear or insecurities that I am certain I or Soap also feel. Besides that, this is my fault. I was so blinded by my own insecurities that I did not think anyone could truly love me." In that moment, Ghost thinks, hearing his own thoughts echoed back at him, that he might also be falling for this angel in front of him.

Soap chooses that exact moment to burst out the front door, franticly looking for you two. You think he is worried about Ghost and him potentially leaving. Ghost thinks Soap is just looking for you to make sure you do not disappear again, only he does not relax fully at seeing you. Soap scans your serious expression and your hand on Ghost's shoulder and rushes over, "Oh Si" and hugs Ghost like his life depends on it.

"Johnny, when exactly did we start having the same taste in men?" Ghost brain decides that's the moment to stop functioning.

A few days later, after being back to work, the boys learn why exactly you are moving again when Price introduces you to the team as the new civilian specialized gear mechanic.

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If there's a fic like this please point me in the direction. If not feel free to use the idea, please tell me where to read it.

I desperately need Ghost to meet this civilian (y/n) oc whatever on base there for literally anything work related.

And like normal they're terrified and ghost does the normal ghost thing thinking it's him terrifying them only to see y/n interact with everyone on base the same way and everyone is acting like it's normal and he's slowly growing concerned.

In reality y/n is very neurodivergent and can't make eye contact without crying 99% the time. Anyone bigger than them causes a fear response and every interaction causes anxiety. Y/N actual really likes ghost because there's no pressure to read facial expression correctly. Y/N is also bloody smart deadly good at their job and fiercely loyal.

Which is how ghost finds out about the 1% of the time you can make eye contact. Someone goes to start drama mainly focusing on ghost and rising to defend him you make eye contact with the poor soul as you verbally destroy then physically handle him. Ghost should not be as turned on by seeing you with blood on your face or the fact it's the blood of someone who wronged him and suffered the consequences of your fist.

Can be anything really I just want this tiny little scared kitten to go full tiger and ghost not to know what to do with the feelings that ignites.

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I'm looking for a a ghost and soap comic I saw on Pinterest. I only saw one panel but ghost was without a mask and soap says "my ghost has blue eyes" they both looked sad I think

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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

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