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punk-jester · 1 year

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no one is straight in the modern warfare reboot, here's my headcanons that no one asked for:

- price: on the aroace spec, maybe he's attracted to men but he can't think of himself in a relationship and he works too much anyway

- laswell: lesbian, the only thing we know is that she has a wife but i'm just sure she's 0% attracted to men

- gaz: pan but i think he would be the kinda person who's just too focused with their job to actually get in a relationship

- farah: also on the aroace spec and she definitely likes women, i don't think she labels herself and doesn't really care, she easily forms strong platonic bonds tho

- alex: that man is a boykisser, trans gay man for the win 100%

- ghost: gay. the most repressed and in denial gay man you'll ever see. he has too much sex related trauma and thinking about his sexuality makes him uncomfortable. he finally figures out he's gay when him and soap become really close friends but he buries himself deep in the closet

- soap: probably bi with a preference for men, also he's demisexual, he doesn't fall very easily but once he meets ghost he's head over heels after like 2 weeks of knowing him

- alejandro: bisexual with a preference for bad bitches, no question asked, i think we can all agree with that

- rodolfo: honestly idk, he's been in love with alejandro his whole life (childhood best friends to lovers except it takes them like 30 yrs to get together even tho they always crushed over each other) and i think he doesn't care about labels, if you asked him he'll probably say he's alejandrosexual

- valeria: bisexual with a heavy preference for women, she wholeheartedly despises men so she hardly ever finds herself attracted to one, doesn't really care about romantic relationship because she "doesn't have time to waste"

- roach: TRANS AND AROACE (am i projecting? yes what are you gonna do about it? i grew up playing the og mw and i loved him so now i make him me) he just chills, zero interest in romantic relationships but very easy to be friends with

- könig: gay? maybe??? he's also on the aroace spec because i desperately need representation. we don't know a lot about him and his personality apart from being socially anxious and cocky so idk???

- horangi: doesn't label himself, he's down bad for könig and thats enough

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captain-mj · 11 months

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Monster handler monster handler monster handler! You promised to hurt the babe! (Not by Soap’s hands of course)

Hell yeah! A few of you guys may have... opinions on this one lol

Ghost wasn’t nervous. Whatever Soap did to him, it wouldn’t be too bad.

Alex took them home and he noticed Gaz and Price there. He started to sink into his seat, groaning.

Price already had the lecture ready. It was on the tip of his tongue and Ghost could see it.

Soap shoved Price to the side and grabbed Ghost’s hands immediately. He pulled Ghost’s gloves off so he could check his hands, glancing over his knuckles.

Ghost froze and watched him. Was this idiot going to hit him with a ruler or something? Seemed weird.

“You didn’t hurt your hands again did you?” Soap glanced up at him.

Ghost blinked and he could feel the other three staring at him. “What?”

“When you go off places, you tend to hurt your hands.” Soap pointed out and he seemed to decide his hands were adequate. “I got worried. If you want to go places, you could just tell me. Freaked me out when you were missing.” He glanced up at him with those giant blue eyes and Ghost nodded dumbly.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Soap smiled at him and quickly started to pull Ghost along, completely ignoring Gaz and Price. He was Ghost’s handler. Neither of them needed to be involved. Ghost flushed a little and followed him.

Soap hummed. “So what did you guys do?”

“We ate and Alex showed me a bridge.”

“Why did you need to go to a bridge?”

“...to pretend to be mothman. Because of the black wings.”

Soap laughed. “No way! Did you get photos?”

Ghost pulled out his phone and showed him, unaware of how his wings were fluttering or his tufts were sticking straight up in excitement. Soap would never tell him. He knew he’d probably start to think of it and wouldn’t do it again and something about seeing him show emotion so easily was beautiful.

The pictures on the other hand… They had really made it the worse possible picture. Ghost was incredibly blurry and scary.

“You look so cool.”

Ghost… chirped? Churred? Rumbled? The noise was new and interesting and Soap wanted to hear it again.

“Thank you! I thought it looked nice.” Ghost smiled at him.

Soap never wanted to let anything happen to him again.

The very next day, Shepherd ordered physicals on all ESUs. They had to have them annually, so it wasn’t the most shocking.

What was strange was how reluctant Ghost was to do it. Soap didn’t really get it. A few minutes with a doctor and he would get the okay to continue.

Price warned him that getting Ghost to do the exam was hellish. When asked if he could help, Price shook his head.

“Absolutely not. This is the first time I don’t have to worry about that. Plus, I’ll be busy that day.”

“What are you going to busy with Captain?”

“Long story. I’ll tell you more afterwards, okay?” Price sounded rather casual so Soap dropped it.

Then, the day came and Ghost had disappeared. Soap had to search the entire base for him and it was past four before he had even heard a word of where he was. So Soap told the nurses to come back tomorrow, but silently.

Ghost reappeared after dinner, eating calmly.

“Where did you go?” Soap said conversationally.

“Out.”

“I told you to tell me. I needed you for a mission report today.” Soap pouted at him and Ghost frowned, staring at him.

“That all?”

“Yep.”

Ghost nodded slowly and kept eating. He was clearly half starved. Poor thing. Soap watched him and eventually walked with him to his room, admiring the way he moved like usual.

“Oh, Lt, can you help me in the morning?”

“With what, Johnny?”

“With the mission reports, Ghost.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost nodded. Slowly, he pulled away, clearly cautious, but he didn’t really have a reason to be. Exam day was over.

Soap waited until after breakfast to lead Ghost down the hallway to his room. He promptly ignored his room and led them to the infirmary. Ghost caught on and tried to leave and Soap grabbed on to his arm.

“Simon. Physical. Now.”

“No!”

“Simon!”

Ghost snarled at him and Soap snarled back. It wasn’t as intimidating, but it was enough to catch him off guard. He reluctantly let himself get dragged along.

“Soap… I don’t want them to…” Ghost seemed weirdly whiney. Usually he didn’t really complain about anything. On their last mission, they ran out of MREs and had to hunt for food and cold as hell Russia and he didn’t complain. Maybe he was immune to the cold and Soap just didn’t know?

The nurse smiled at Soap and put on rubber gloves, making them snap. Ghost flinched. “Thank you Mister MacTavish, but I can take it from here.”

“Price said he stayed, so I’m staying.”

“Price is a Captain.”

“Fine. If you want him to go feral and eat you alive.” Soap raised his hands and the nurse’s jaw twitched. He looked… distinctly upset. Ghost snapped his teeth to add weight to the accusation.

The nurse sighed. “Fine. You know the drill, Mister Riley.”

Ghost slowly started to undress. Soap didn’t really think it was odd until he was down to his underwear and slipped off his mask.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t protocol.”

“He’s not protocol.” The nurse retorted. “We have to check the spread of the… infected skin.”

Infected?

“It’s fine, Soap, It is protocol for me.” Ghost said quietly, but he pointedly did not look at either of them.

Soap took a moment to look at his face. The soft blond curls and the scarring. Black skin that went up his throat and along his body, spiraling out from where his wings met his skin and from where his nails were. The nurse started to measure it and took photos of where it was. He clearly avoided any identifying features and Ghost didn’t fight which gave Soap an idea of how fucked this situation was.

“Bad?”

“Surprisingly good news. No spread that I can see.” The nurse clicked his pen and made a few notes. “You can get redressed and we’ll do the other tests okay?”

Ghost threw his clothes on quickly, relaxing immediately. They quietly went through the other blood test while Soap’s brain was still reeling.

Spreading?

What happened when it covered all of his skin?

Were they just worried since it was uncontrollable?

Ghost was unique. His physiology and biology a complete mystery to everyone. If he lost what little was left of himself, his face disappearing and shifting, if that was even possible, what would happen to him? Would it simply be the los of humanity? Or worse, would Ghost simply be gone? An actual monster?

Soap didn’t know. He wanted to ask, but Ghost was about to get his blood drawn.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah, Ghost?”

“Can you hold my hand? I don’t like needles.” Ghost looked up at him and Soap quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed.

The nurse took his blood and put it in a vial. He did a few standard fitness tests to check that Ghost hadn’t deteriorated or started to develop any health issues.

Soap waited until they were out of there, a little surprised by how easy it was considering how hard it had been to get Ghost there, to ask Simon something that had been bothering him lately. “What do you plan to do when you retire?”

“I won’t.”

“Gonna go up the ranks?”

“No. I’m going to die a Lieutenant.” Ghost looked at him. “Johnny, I appreciate what you do. It’s nice to not feel like a walking weapon all of the time. But I’m never, ever going to retire.”

“Could they… remove your wings?”

Ghost stopped and it was suddenly too quiet. A vacuum had formed in the hallway as Ghost slowly turned to him.

“Even if they could. They never, ever would. Do you ever wonder why I have restrictions and why I’m a ticking time bomb?”

Soap stared at him, because yeah. Of course he wondered.

“I was rescued, ya know. Went home. To my family. Good people. They didn’t know really how to handle it. Who would? It was Christmas. I still remember the lights. Twinkling rainbow ones.” Ghost looked away, eyes shining as they reflected the hallway light. “It was the microwave. It went off and they forgot to warn me.”

Soap stared. He didn’t want to say it. “You freaked out?”

“You have any nephews?”

“Yes.”

“You ever want to know what their guts look like? Because I do. I know what my brother’s blood tasted like in my mouth. It was fucking bitter. Not only could I never, ever go back to civilian life for many, many reasons. The moment I retire is the moment I die. Either by the enemy or by you.”

Soap shook his head, shaking. “I’d never.” Ghost didn’t sound guilty. He sounded blank. But Soap had picked up a while ago what those things meant. The less emotion he showed, the more he felt.

“Fine. Then, it’ll be Price. Or Gaz. Or Shepherd. Or Las…” Soap noticed the sad look in his eyes. Was he thinking of his own Mom? “Or Laswell. It’ll be quick. I know that.”

“How can you be sure that this will still happen?”

“Because I asked. It’s part of my contract. I’m a dead man walking, Johnny. Living on time I stole from a little boy named Joseph who wanted to be a pilot.” Ghost’s voice cracked. It sounded painful.

Soap gently led Ghost to his room since it was closest. He left the lights off, sure Ghost could see just fine and he knew his own room well enough to not stumble around blindly. They fell to the bed and Ghost grabbed him, pulling him to his chest like he was an overgrown teddy bear. Maybe that’s all he was to the guy.

It felt right though. Snuggling him like this.

Ghost didn’t sleep. Soap could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest underneath him.

“You should stay here more often.” He didn’t want to think of the christmas party.

“Your bed is cramped.”

“Exactly. Gives me the excuse to lay on you.” Soap smiled. “Thank you for putting up with today. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“It’s fine.”

“Still. Dealing with needles and being undressed. You were very brave for me.”

Ghost rumbled again. Soap closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling.

They couldn’t stay in there forever. It was only noon after all.

Price sent out a message for them to have a meeting so Ghost dragged them up and they made sure to look ready. Fix their collars and hair, military styles right?

Price stood at the end of the little meeting table. “So, for the time being, we will be working with a group of mercenaries. Including their leader, Graves.”

None of them really reacted. It wasn’t exactly unusual, they had worked with KorTac, their sworn enemies before. It just came with the job.

Graves hummed and all of them jumped as he wasn’t exactly visible in the shadows. He slid next to Price, the two of them rather close. “Full disclosure, I am an ESU. Ex Military, but I left. If that’s a problem, you can figure it out on your own.”

Soap tilted his head. Weird. How fitting considering their earlier conversation, seeing one of them out and about and away from the military. He didn’t notice Ghost tightening like a coil.

Price cleared his throat. “I’ll be working closely with him, of course, but he is a commander. Show him full respect as you would me.”

Graves smiled. “Personally, I think the whole handler thing is silly, but I get its protocol. My Shadows will introduce themselves to you over the next few days. We’ll be staying at your base.”

Everyone else seemed to understand and dispersed. Price and Graves talked for a few minutes, rather close to each other before they left.

Soap looked at Ghost, wondering why they weren’t leaving. Ghost looked incredibly tense.

“He replaced me.”

Soap frowned. “What?”

“He replaced me. He said he couldn’t be my handler anymore because he didn’t have time. They told him no. If they gave him this task, they weren’t the ones who told him he couldn’t. He just… decided he couldn’t. Price replaced me. He replaced me.” Ghost sounded so distraught. “Was I not good enough?”

“Simon, no, I’m sure the-”

“He replaced me.” Ghost hissed, glaring at Soap. His shoulders were heaving and Soap knew he was just lashing out because he was hurt, but his heart sped up anyway, a little afraid.

“Simon.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Ghost shook.

Soap paused. “No. No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He stared at him, swallowing. “Didn’t do anything wrong, big guy.”

Soap was going to get answers out of Price even if he had to beat it out of him.

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