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Hi! I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if it'd be okay for you to write a Soap x reader who's quiet and the team thinks she's cold but she's actually just extremely awkward. Like she gets jealous of their playful banter but she isn't too quick to think of witty comebacks so she either just grunts or takes too long to think of an answer that it ends up looking like she ignores them, but then there's John and reader finds him really easy to talk to. I hope I'm making sense and you can totally ignore this!

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this is really cute! i hope i didn’t make it seem like i was ignoring you i have just been so so busy. i can totally try and write something like this.

just give me some time and a cigarette and you’ve got a great one shot!

i’ll be back soon with your request 💞💞

(also thank you for the compliments ily)

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OKAY HERES THE PLAN

i am going to answer the couple of requests i have for the COD fandom! obviously

BUT!!! i am not going to be completely concentrated on it. i just finished the 8th resident evil game and i am absolutely obsessed

i feel like you guys know what im getting at here

see you all with some work in a couple days

AND HAPPY NEW YEARR 💞🥳🫶

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"Oh, you're not local! Even better. Miranda is gonna love you!"

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i am alive, and i have the WORST writers block ive ever had.

ive tried so many times to answer asks and submissions but i am not satisfied with what i am writing 😭

also, ive gotten really into a lot more things besides COD and i want to work on writing stuff about that too but i dont want to lose my whole following because i wrote something different 😭😭😭

please forgive me ily💞

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CHAINSAW MAN???? IS SO GOOD???? WHAT????

AND BUNGOU STRAY DOGS SEASON 4 COMES OUT ON THE 4TH OF JANUARY???? IM GETTING FED SOOO GOOD RN

ARE YALL INTO ANIME? ID LOVE TO WRITE ABOUT THEM BUT IDK IF YOU GUYS WANT THAT

(dw i havent forgotten about COD :p)

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love it 💕💕💕😭

Pockets of Peace

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (goes by code name ‘Swan’)

Summary: More often than not, you find yourself in the presence of Simon Riley, aka “Ghost.” You find that your blooming friendship with the aloof Lieutenant provides you with a blanket of comfort, offering you a place of solace within his company. It’s no different when you’re injured during your next mission.

Warnings: mentions of bullet wound, blood, nothing too graphic; fluff; hurt/comfort

Wc: 3.3k+

A/n: This is purely an indulgent fic, as I’ve become obsessed with the mw2 character ghost lmao. If you stumble across it, i hope you enjoy!! I really had a fun time writing this, so i hope you have as much enjoyment while reading. <3 (sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes, i’ve read this over and over and bound to miss a few) - Lee

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When you first joined task force 141, it took you some time to feel fully a part of the team and comfortable. You were more on the quiet side, and chose your friends carefully; comes with the line of work, you figure. What you didn’t expect was to become closest to the man that goes by the name of “Ghost.” He was tall, quiet, and the only thing you could see of his face were his eyes, but for some odd reason, you two clicked. You frequently got paired up during missions, working well along side one another. You guys got the job done swiftly and with little difficulty and your skill sets complimented each other as well. While Ghost used brute force and took the enemy straight on, you used your size to hide and take down the enemy by surprise, from a far distance. You were the best sniper on the team.

You and Ghost completed mission after mission with flying colors, only the occasional scratch or two indicated you were ever in combat. Did he still intimidate the hell out of you? Well, of course. His intimidation and brooding atmosphere only made you want to be friends with him more.

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IMMMM BAAAACKKKKK!

i have been violently ill for the last week and i am so sorry for not getting anything done

i am juggling exams + work shifts so everything is a disaster atm

ill get to it soon yall ily 💕🫶

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i really liked this one 🫶💞

Hi again! I wanted to go ahead and try to send a request in, but I want to apologize in advance; I'm not really familiar with your writing before sending this, so if it's, like, outside of your wheelhouse or comfort zone or anything at all, that's totally okay! If you don't like this one, I can always try to think of another one for you! So I was wondering if you could do an angsty Soap x reader? I was thinking about maybe the reader was a part of their squad and was somehow captured and interrogated for information, like, how exactly Soap and even the rest of the group might react, how they might go about trying to rescue the reader and all of that.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH X GN!READER

hello, dearest! Thank you so much for your request! I'm actually shaken by the number of Soap fics on this platform - there are from zero to none! I hope you'll like my writing style. I hope I didn't disappoint! pls, forgive me

word count: 2233

warnings: blood, violence, curse words, guns, descriptive violence and gore

They called you Blaze. You were the easiest link in Task Force 141. At least that’s what your capturers thought about you. You were new in the Task Force and you didn’t have a huge frame or a skull mask that’d make others sleep uneasily. All you had to do now was to survive.

            With the bag over your face that had a stench of pure turd, you tried your best to control your breathing—it was fine. Best case scenario – they will put a bullet in your head and it will make things easier. Worst case scenario – they will torture you and you will speak up. You were trained to keep your mouth shut, but now with a gun wound to your shoulder and tied hands, going into the middle of nowhere – you couldn’t help but panic.

            But you could imagine the faces of your comrades. Of course, it was you who didn’t listen to the command your supervisor gave you and now you ended up here. Half sure, you thought that maybe they won’t even bother to save you – you disobeyed them and got yourself in trouble. This was on your consciousness, not on theirs.

            However, back at the base, there was pure chaos unleashed and you had no idea about it. The others tried to calm down the Sergeant who was pacing from corner to corner, grabbing his assault rifle, and getting ready to go.

            “Let’s think this through, Johnny. You’ll do far more damage than good getting out in this state,” the Lieutenant’s voice forced Soap to stop in his tracks and let himself breathe.

            Of course, you disobeyed his command. Of course, you always did exactly the opposite of what he said because you were so unhappy about him being your supervisor. He loathed that quality about you—always getting into a fight with him, constantly disagreeing, those side-glances, and he hasn’t done anything to you. Many times he told you that it wasn’t his choice to be your supervisor—why on Earth would he want this weight on his shoulders?

            You ended up in Task Force 141 under Laswell’s commands. You were an experienced soldier, but your expertise was the disposal of the explosives. Even he had to admit that you were a genius when it came to gadgets and anything that was making him feel nervous, but you didn’t listen to him. And where did it get you?

            “I can’t just stay here while—what are they going to do Blaze?” Soap was stressed and everyone in the room could feel it.

            “They won’t kill Blaze,” Captain stepped into the conversation. “They’ll want information. Ghost’s right – we need to think this through.”

            Soap didn’t want to think this through. He wanted to get out there and find you, blaze out his guns, get you back to safety. He wanted you to understand why it was important to listen to him, to trust him. He swears to God—he will have such a blast showing his point about why you had to listen to his orders.

            Placing the rifle on the table, he gripped the table rougher than before, feeling how the tension and the adrenaline were making him feel dizzy. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But we are leaving tonight. I won’t wait any longer.”

            “The kid has balls,” Price admitted, referring to you. “Been through worse.”

            In less than two hours, they were all gathered to leave. They knew the last place where you have been spotted and it didn’t take them long to catch on their trail. This mission was important—all of you were trying to prevent a massive terrorist attack. Getting the lead about an organisation, that displayed a huge hatred for one of the richest people in the world, Task Force 141 was instructed to destroy the organisation's base and take their leader into captivity.

            It was a shabby building where the tracks of the car ended and the guys were forced to get out a bit before that. There will be two entering streams: Soap will take the back, and Price and Gaz will take care of the front, at the same time searching for the leader. Ghost will find high ground and keep them all informed about incoming danger until they all will get inside. He was the best sniper of them all.

            They didn’t even have to exchange any words and they got into action. Soap quickly made his way through the forest, keeping a decent distance from the building, not wanting anyone to notice him. Stopping further away, he took binoculars out, noticing two men at the entrance, having a smoke. Won’t be hard to take care of them.

            Sneaking from behind all of the unused containers around this shattered place, he waited for his opportunity when one of the men turned around, coming behind one of them and covering his mouth and stabbing him through the jaw in an upwards motion. Dropping the dead body away from prying eyes, he moved to the corner of the building.

            The other man was holding a pistol in his hand but was too focused on taking the last drag from his cigarette to notice the way Soap moved behind him and pushed his body into the wall, the man falling down unconscious.

            “The entrance is clear, I’m moving inside,” he pressed on his radio, putting his both hands on his rifle.

            “Copy that. We’re entering through the front,” Captain’s voice made him nod to himself and without hesitation, he moved into that building.

            The Sergeant was careful with where he was stepping, aware of his surroundings—moving slowly on the shards of glass, junk and other unknown shit, he was making his way forwards until he heard you—

            Your scream alerted every single body cell inside of him—it was as if he just stepped into a pit of fire, the deepest circles of hell and all of the blood rushed away from him. All he could think about was you.

            The slow, but reassuring walking was over and he was rushing his way towards your scream. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow and he didn’t hesitate before shooting twice, the shadow falling dead. Moving up the stairs, he almost slipped, but he grasped the concrete beside him, moving further.

            Another scream.

            Moving to the end of the hallway, he embraced himself before he kicked the door open. In the middle of the room, there was you, sitting on a chair in a pool of blood and as the two men beside you turned to him, their bloody knives glistering in a dimmed light, Soap didn’t hesitate. Precisely and skilfully, he killed those two men in about five seconds, not giving them a chance to notice his presence completely.

            Pushing the rifle over his shoulder, he rushed to you. Quickly, he moved around the chair, tying the ropes off your hands as you moved forward—barely conscious.

            “Blaze, are you with me?” His voice was stuck in his throat—too breathy, too rushed as he squatted, pushing your body in place so that you wouldn’t fall.

            His eyes were inspecting you—your fluttering eyelids announced that you were about to pass out and he noted the blood patch on your shoulder and your bloody thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

            “I got Blaze. Barely conscious,” he spoke into his radio, before sneaking his arms beneath you, raising you.

            The sudden movement made you wince in pain, your head spinning. It was too cold, it felt like you were trapped somewhere small and the pulsating of your wounds was making you sick to the stomach. “Soap?” You managed to whisper, not strong enough to open your eyelids and make sure.

            Soap imagined that he will be able to yell at you, to demand for an explanation for your foolishness. He imagined that you will apologise and promise to comply from now on, but seeing your limp body on his hands made him break down.

            What if he would’ve been too late?

            “Copy that. Get to the car. We got the golden crown,” Captain’s voice announced and Soap rushed out of the building, praying that you would stay with him.

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            “He’s been there all night,” Ghost mumbled, watching Soap’s figure in the distance as he was crouched over the bed you were placed onto after the medic took care of you.

            “He feels responsible,” Price pointed out.

            “He’s in love,” Gaz spoke the truth.

            Ghost shifted in his seat, “Love doesn’t work on the battlefield. Things worse than that can happen.”

            “It’s up to them, Lieutenant. He knows all of it,” Price dropped his eyes to the Sergeant’s figure in the distance and averted his stare else.

            In the medic room, Soap was as if bound to that chair. Leaning back, hands crossed over his chest, he didn’t have a blink of sleep. Even if the medic reassured you that you’ll be fine, you just lost a lot of blood, and he couldn’t leave you alone.

            He wondered, what will you say when you will wake up? Will you be sorry for making him worry? What will he say? What could he say apart from knowing that if he will lose you—

            Your body shifted and a deep breath alerted him, but he didn’t move an inch. From afar he noticed the way you scrunched your nose in pain before opening your eyes, trying to sit up, but you were quickly frozen by the pain and you rested back down.

            Your eyes fell on him and he wanted to scream in despair.

            “Soap?” You croaked out, your throat dry. It felt as if you were on fire, bounded to this bed, afraid to move. And the look on your Sergeant’s face didn’t make you feel any better—you knew you messed up.

            He didn’t say a thing.

            “I’m—I’m sorry,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I thought that I’ll be able to get him and I didn’t listen to you and I just—thank you for coming to get me.”

            He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

            You panicked, turning to him, “I completely understand your anger. I know you’ll want me off the team and I’ll be fine with the decision you make.”

            His eyes were making you feel like screaming, but he offered you only silence.

            “Soap—Jesus Christ! I know I messed up!” Your voice painfully raised as your body slightly moved up—it hurt, but you felt threatened by his presence. “Write me off the team, strip me of my rank, but please—just talk to me,” you were begging, eyes filling up with tears as you never realised how much you wanted for him to like you.

            And yet, you disappointed him.

            Soap didn’t find the words to tell you. He let all of your begging sink into him, thinking he will feel better, but in reality, he wasn’t as mad as you as he thought he will be. Yes, you went against him, but as he carried your limp body, he understood that he couldn’t lose you. He fell for you. Like an idiot.

            “I thought I lost you,” he whispered and you sucked in a breath.

            “You saved me.”

            There were tears in your eyes and the sight of them made him shift forwards, closer to you. “You’re the biggest nuisance I’ve had in my entire life, Blaze,” he admitted, voice breathy. Pushing his hand beside you, he softly crept his fingers on your exposed forearm, his breath hitching as he felt your skin—so soft. “You’ve never listened to my orders, never talked normally to me once and I…”

            You expected him to yell at you, but this close proximity and his words left you breathless: “And you?” You breathed out, in anticipation.

            Your eyes met. The worried glint in his eyes told you the whole story—he fell for you. Jesus, you fell for him from the first day you met him. His accent was the sweetest thing you have ever heard, the annoyed arch between his eyebrows when you were disobeying made you feel warm inside. You were trying to get his attention in the worst ways possible, like a fool, not realising how much pain you put him through.

            “And I couldn’t help, but think that I’d—get fuckin’ crazy if you would’ve died there,” he finished his sentence and your heart skipped a beat.

            “I’m sorry,” you whispered again, watching the way his fingers slowly moved up your forearm, leaving you a trail of shivers.

            “You’re an idiot.”

            “I’ll make it up to you,” you promised.

            His fingers wrapped around your wrist as you moved closer to him. Putting your hand on his cheek, you brushed your thumb on his prominent cheekbone, memorising every scar on his face. You didn’t have to tell him anything as if he read your mind as he leaned forward, your lips touching.

            He ruined you with that kiss. It was desperate, the worry of his was felt in the slight tremble of his lips and the messy rhythm you both created. There wasn’t an ounce of softness in that kiss—he almost lost you and he was going to savour your proximity to the fullest.

            You were everything to him and he knew the consequences of falling in love on a battlefield. Now, he had another reason to survive for. For you.

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LOVED THIS 🫶💞

Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.

Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”

Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”

“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”

She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”

Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”

“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.

“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.

She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”

Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.

“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”

“I did not,” Ghost hissed.

“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”

“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”

“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”

“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.

For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”

“Shut. Up.”

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sorry, this has 730 NOTES?????

you guys are brilliant wtaf

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For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry

simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

Summary: The spoils of war had filled your dreams forcing you awake screaming. So, you decide to go for a smoke break. Unbeknownst to you, Simon heard the screams.

Contains: SFW, fluff, kissing, all things cute, comfort (received), crying, mention of anxiety attack/nightmares, gore (in the nightmare), smoking, pre-established situationship

A/N: i am so sorry for the pain i caused from the last oneshot i did…not. ANYWAYS! i tried to do something a little more cute rather than sad. but don’t worry, next time ill make sure to break your hearts again 🫶

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Nightmares were familiar to you. You had had them since you were a kid. This one, though, had you throwing yourself up out of your bed in terror. That of which had not happened in a long, long time.

You had watched a hooded man gut your whole team. Every single one of them. He gutted them like fish, cutting them open just to remove the guts and throw them to your feet. First Price and Laswell, then Gaz, Soap, and finally Ghost. You were aware you were dreaming, but it seemed so real. The sounds they made sounded so real, echoing in your ears. And when you found that you couldn’t wake up, it scared you even more. Eventually you did wake up, the screams you let out of your mouth sounded like the screeches of a Banshee. Grabbing the attention of a groggy Simon Riley.

You quickly got a hold of yourself, covering your mouth in surprise all the while feeling the tears streaming down your face. You realized fast that it was getting hard to breathe. You decided fresh air was best for this scenario. Not wanting to wake up anyone in the base, you slipped from your cot, snatching a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and left the warehouse.

Closing the huge door quietly, you staggered to the left of the building. You were barely awake, the cold air from outside hitting you hard as you slid down against the cold metal of the warehouse, trying to calm yourself down.

You dropped the pack of smokes and lighter into your lap instantly. Your hands flew to your face as the tears came again, hard. You covered your eyes, remembering every detail of the dream. The tears flowed as you shook, trying your best to keep calm, at least a little bit. It took a couple minutes before you heard footsteps a couple feet away from you.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, instinctively grabbing the knife attached to your belt in preparation to face whoever was there. Relief flooded you as you recognized the figure. It was Simon.

“Christ, Ghost.” You heaved out. The scare of your appearing teammate making your breathing even more uncontrollable. You were glad it was him out of everyone else though.

He noticed the fast paced rising and falling of your chest and dropped to his knees, inspecting your body with eyes only, looking for any wounds. He wasn’t completely sure if the screams he had listened to were from physical pain or something different. After a thorough check, he came to the conclusion it was a dream that had done this. Or maybe a vivid memory.

“Breathe. Just take your time.” He said softly. You locked eyes with him taking note that he wore his baklava to sleep. You placed your hands back over your face to wipe your tears and placed them into your lap when you were done.

You quickly took in his form, as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt and the jeans he had been wearing the day before. It was a calm day yesterday. Everyone spent the time preparing their gear and weapons for the journey that was to come the next day.

“Psychopath, who wears jeans to bed?” You whisper out, looking back up at his eyes as a small smile came to your face.

He snorted at your snide comment before joining you and leaning against the warehouse. You observed him as he grabbed the cigarettes and pulled up his balaclava, just a bit over his nose. Putting the cig between his lips, he lit it. Inhaling the smoke and turning his head towards the sky, blowing the rest out. Keeping the burning cancer stick in his mouth and ignoring the comment you made, he muffled out a reply.

“Stars are out tonight.” He said, glancing at you. You nodded your head before removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it between your own.

After taking a hit of the smoke, the tears started flowing once again, heavier this time. Your breathing had stilled but the tears came hard.

“What happened?” Simon questioned, taking the cig from your fingertips and putting it out on the ground beside him.

“Nightmare.” You cried. “You all died. I watched you all die.” You covered your face again as you sobbed.

Feeling Ghosts arm snake around your shoulders, you leaned into his chest. The exhaustion coming at you full force as you tried to rid yourself of your tears.

“I’m right here, the others are inside. Everyone is okay.” Simon whispered as his other hand, the one not being used to hold you, went up his face to remove his mask. He dropped it in-front of him as he held you.

Cuddling wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you and Simon. Nothing had been confirmed between the two of you, but everyone treated you like a couple. No one made moves towards either of you when you went out drinking, no one questioned it. You had also seen his face a bundle of times, constantly bragging about it to Soap who had only seen it once.

“I was so scared.” You choked out. Holding his arm that was wrapped around you.

“No need to be scared, you’re safe.” He replied, kissing your forehead softly and looking back to the stars.

Once you deemed yourself calm enough, you too looked up to the sky. It was gorgeous. Being outside of the city made the stars shine brightly. The sky was covered with the tiny speckles of light.

“I guess you weren’t full of shit, stars are crazy tonight.” You said, looking up at him.

He looked down at you before grabbing the side of your face with his free hand. Running his thumb across your cheek, removing any stray tears.

“I’d never lie to you.” He said, trying to look serious before a grin flew to his face and he looked back up. Placing his hand on his lap.

You placed your head against his chest again, letting sleep take over. Not before whispering out something you instantly regretted.

“I love you, Si.”

As soon as it came out of your mouth your head launched off his chest. You stared at him in horror as your hand covered your mouth again, eyes widening.

“Really?” He said, not letting the silence get too loud. His eyes were also wide, not as large as yours though. He didn’t feel as embarrassed as you.

Nothing came out of your mouth but a couple stutters, not knowing what to say while being completely flustered. And then you heard it, he started laughing. Genuinely laughing. Continuing to look at him you started nervously giggling, not knowing at all what was happening.

“Come back over’ere.” He said between the last of his chuckles. Patting his hand on his chest and stretching his arm out. You did as you were asked, still confused at what was happening.

“That was completely out of line, i’m sorry.” You said as you once again got comfortable. Still embarrassed. A couple minutes had passed before anyone spoke again.

“I love you too.” He stated. Stiffening immediately after, surprised at his own words. At the same exact time, you both stared at each other.

This time you were the first one to start laughing. Loud and hard, you cackled as you lowered your head back onto his chest. He too, started laughing. You didn’t think you had ever been in a situation so awful yet so amazing.

Looking up at him as your laugh’s expired, you took your chance. Grabbing his face and pulling it further towards your own. You kissed him softly on his lips. To your shock, his lips weren’t rough at all. Not a single part of them were chapped or dry. They were soft and plump and you loved it. You loved the feeling of your lips on his.

He quickly grabbed the hand that was on his face and held on to it, kissing you back. He felt as you broke out into a grin, your giggles spilling into his lips. He smiled back, kissing you harder.

Pulling away after a couple seconds, you stared at each other out of breath. He was the first to stand up, reaching for your hand as he did so to help you get up as well.

“Lets go to bed.” He said before bending over to grab his mask. Taking your chance you, quite aggressively, slapped his ass and while booking it into the warehouse, laughing out ‘damn baby!’. He chuckled to himself while following you into the base, placing his mask back on.

“Cheeky woman, you’ll pay for that.”

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this made me giggle

y/n, soap, and ghost walking on a nature trail to destress:

y/n: do you ever want to talk about your emotions, ghost?

ghost: … no.

soap: i do!

y/n: know, soap.

soap: i’m sad!

y/n: i know, soap.

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sorry for the no posting thing lovelies i am literally so busy 😭

even though id like to write, actual work must unfortunately come first

will try to get something out in the next couple of days

ily 🫶

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babygirls 💞🫶🤭

in reference to my latest ask..

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what kind of things do you guys want me to write about? lmk! you can use the ‘ask me anything’ link under my bio or literally any other way you want

specifically speaking about CODmw2 🫶

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loved it 🫶🫶

im sad that there arent many soap fics 😭

Out in the Cold [John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader]

Synopsis: The team goes looking for information on Makarov, things of course go sideways.

I certainly wasn’t planning on writing more fics but here we are lol. Shoutout to @uselsshuman​ bc I can’t get enough of the Bird callsign, it’s so sweet. Also all the headcanons.🥰 

So here’s this please enjoy. // also on ao3

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

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these are amazing

My favourite genre of Modern Warfare 2 BTS pics is the one showing off the big arms Soap’s and Alejandro’s actors have

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real

Pathetic Gamer dudes: *Crying about the Thor design, ignoring how not only is it more accurate to the Norse Myths, but is a body that actually looks strong and badass; like a Strongman competitor*

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