#Ghost x Soap

[al4thea]

This has been living rent free in my head for so long, inspired by this post

I don't post as much because I lost my will to draw, idk why.

[ghcstao3]

one of soap’s greatest accidental discoveries is the dark shade of red that colours ghost’s face when he blushes.

he doesn’t even particularly remember what he had said to elicit the reaction—only recalls the way the endearingly deep tint had even creeped past the edges of ghost’s balaclava before the lieutenant ducked his head and changed the topic.

as great as the initial discovery is, however, soap is left with questions. he wonders how far the blush goes. he wonders the exact pattern it stains ghost’s pale skin, wonders how warm ghost’s face grows beneath its prickle.

but with the discovery now made, it becomes his mission to see it as often as possible—and hopefully one day, make ghost blush with his face uncovered, just so that soap could map the colour along with freckles and beauty marks and commit every aspect of ghost—simon—to memory.

[remiebear]

Kitty meow meow cat meow meow wow

[s3rrrpentine]

someday i'll get it

[mactavishenjoyer]

Random bad Guy:"I have evidence you are cheating on Soap. You are going to do what I want or I send him a Video of you kissing Ghost."

Roach:"he also kisses Ghost."

Random bad guy:"what?"

Roach:"we all kiss Ghost...he needs it. if we don't he thinks we hate him."

Random bad guy:"the fuck?

[emmster]

I’m not sure if this is angst or not

[umbra-mayhem]

When Johnny was a boy, he lived on the coast. The beach was his and his sisters’ playground; the ocean was their playmate. Granted, the water was always freezing, and Johnny’s ma would chastise him constantly, saying he’d catch a cold playing in the water. But no matter how many times he was scolded, he was always drawn back to the sea. It called to him. It felt like home.

After he enlisted, Johnny missed the ocean for a long time. He couldn’t control where he was stationed, where he was deployed. So it was always by lucky chance if he got even a glimpse of any body of water, let alone the sea. He struggled to sleep without the sound of waves crashing, over and over like the breath of a giant. When he did manage to fall asleep, Johnny dreamt of the ocean. He longed for it. Ached for it.

And then he met a man whose voice sounded like waves hitting the rocky shore and whose eyes were the exact shade of blue that haunted Johnny’s dreams. He couldn’t help but stare, which provoked a sharp response from the Lieutenant. Johnny, of course, looked away then, but he kept stealing glances, entranced by the fragments of ocean caught in the man’s eyes.

And as Johnny began to know the Lieutenant better, he began to realize more and more how like the ocean Ghost was. He could be calm and still, or tumultuous and raging. He was powerful and deadly and contained dark depths most people dared not venture into. But Johnny dared. He plunged in, not minding the cold. And he found that this man…Simon…was like the sea in other ways as well. He was playful and beautiful and so vast.

There would be high tides, where Simon would submerge Johnny with his love. Where Johnny was floating in a serene sea of caresses and soft whispers. He could sleep at night again when he shared a bed with Simon; the ebb and flow of Simon’s breath was familiar and soothing.

And there would be low tides, where Simon would pull away. Too scared of himself. Of his feelings. Of getting too attached. But no matter how far he’d recede, Simon would always come rushing back. And Johnny would dig his feet into the sand and let Simon love him however he could. Johnny was strong. He was patient. He had waited for the ocean. He had found his way back home. He found it in a man with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes.

Johnny no longer felt that longing, that ache. He no longer had to search for the sea. He held the whole ocean in his arms.

[soapssock]

Ghost: The i in my name can stand for "I don't give a fuck"

Soap: The j in my name can stand for "just kiss me already!"

Ghost, unfazed: I decline the offer.

Few minutes later...

Ghost, standing outside of Soap's door:

[gothghostiie]

More piss kink bullying ghoap x reader pls 🙏

always up for that teehee

they're sparring with you in an almost empty gym when you tell them you gotta piss really quick - of course you shouldn't have told them. before you can even think of walking out ghost has you pinned to him, soap rubbing his hands along your thighs.

you think they're joking, squirming in ghosts grip and telling them how you really need to go, they just grin. it slowly dooms on you that they dont intend to let you go, making you struggle harder.

just when you're almost out ghost puts you in a full Nelson, giving johnny the perfect opportunity to violently rub your clit through your sweatpants while making out with ghost, whose hard on is pressing against your ass.

you moan and cry, holding back so desperately until Johnny slaps your pussy hard, making you let go and piss yourself, both men just grin with satisfaction while their bones strain against their pants <\3

[aecxy]

Rambling about Ghost Roach n Soap again gET YOUR ASSES HERE !!?!!!!

(Both Ghost and Roach gets out alive from the betrayal!)

Cw// Uhh Mentions of burns! burning alive ! scars! and a tad of emotional hurt . i think. a tiny tad . (im lying! )

Roach and Ghost sleeps together. It’s not out of love or lust, no. Not at start at least.

There are, things others don’t understand. Ghost loves Soap, with all he has. But he just doesn’t understand it.

He doesn’t understand how Simon felt when they were betrayed by Shepherd, he doesn’t understand how it felt to be burned alive.

He tries, he really does. But Simon doesn’t want his pity. He sees the way Johnny’s eyes glaze on the burnt parts of his body in the showers, changing rooms, when they are fucking. It ticks him off. Makes him feel like a fool.

He knows it’s not the case, he knows Soap feels a deep regret for not understanding the betrayal sooner, not being able to save them from it. But oh how it ticks him off.

Roach, on the other hand, understands it. He was there with him.

They burned together.

Roach doesn’t look at him with that, weird eyes when he sees him naked, he doesn’t feel afraid of touching the burnt flesh on his body.

Maybe it’s because he had it worse with burns, but it’s still good. It feels good to feel his grip on the burnt and healed parts on his body, not afraid of touching, afraid of hurting him.

He understands, when they cry in the middle of it, he understands.

They understand each other.

The doom feeling, the overwhelming emotions and shared trauma is what bonds them together.

They burned together.

Thats what links them together, what makes them knock on each others doors in the middle of the night.

[al4thea]

Is this meme dead?

[ghcstao3]

server soap who consistently racks up the biggest tips during his shifts, always knowing how to charm, flirt, say the right things. it’s even pretty common for him to receive at least one phone number every time he’s working, though he always discreetly tosses those once he’s out of sight.

not because he’s necessarily opposed to dating—it’s just that he’s got his eyes on a certain bartender.

ghost is gruff, quiet, awkward, and stupidly oblivious to soap’s advances. soap thinks he’s perfect. so he doesn’t really care if his flirting doesn’t get him anywhere, because at least ghost talks to him unlike with most of their other coworkers.

ok, soap cares a little bit. because god knows how much he wants to kiss ghost silly, how much he wants to hold him and sing praises and watch that endearing blush spread across ghost’s face. but even still—he could wait. he would wait, until ghost was comfortable enough for anything to come about.

but for the time being, soap will just pretend the eyes he often feels on his back mean anything of significance, and aren’t just ghost glaring at him for snagging drinks.

[remiebear]

Hug your sprouts!!!!

[s3rrrpentine]

puppy soap for the adults!!! (nsfw) (ノ*°▽°*)

also!!! only 5 slots left for $5 ghoap fan art commission!

[mactavishenjoyer]

Tw: accidental hitting but I'll still say domestic abuse just to be safe. Ghost would never hit a romantic partner but I had this idea. (Also it's not at all romanticizing it)

Ghoap fanfic idea

Ghost having a panic attack like a really bad one. Soap trying to calm him down but it's not working. He's not listening when Ghost says between gasps of air to go away. Ghost isn't thinking straight. He's not processing that it's soap's hands on his wrists. He feels as if he's a child again. He feels the same terror he did as a kid. Just wishing his father would go away. Just wishing he'd stop hurting him. He just wants him to let go. In his panic to push his father away he hits him but it's not his father. It's Soap. Soap immediately grabs his nose letting out a grunt of pain. Ghost's eyes go wide as he See's blood drip from Soap's nose. "You got me good" Soap laughs, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't help. Ghost feels a deep sense of terror. Ghost locked himself in the bathroom for that entire night. The terror of believing he is like his father consuming him. He was supposed to break the cycle. God, he wasn't even supposed to fall in love but of course as soon as he does this happens. Maybe he should just break up with soap. It would be safer for soap.

[umbra-mayhem]

Fools in the Rain

Ghost is spending the fourth night of his leave alone in his apartment, whittling mindlessly while an old sitcom plays in the background. A storm rages outside, so loud that when Ghost hears the knock at his door, he almost mistakes it for thunder. His head raises slowly as the realization dawns upon him that the sound was in fact a knock….and that he wasn’t expecting company. He’s never expecting company. He’s never even had company. Wouldn’t know what to do with company. Doesn’t enjoy company. 

So something must be wrong.

He rises slowly…silently….his hand reaching for one of the many guns he keeps tucked around his apartment. Another knock, louder than the first, confirms his suspicions and spurs him to quicker movements. He dashes to the door, taking a breath before peering through the peephole. 

Soap is standing on the other side, shifting his weight back and forth under the small awning as his heart races. Despite his body being drenched by the rain, he can still feel sweat creeping down his back and pooling in his palms. Sweat just has that distinctive feel. 

Ghost unlocks the deadbolt and opens the door as far as the chain lock will allow. He eyes Soap as he demands over the cacophonous rain, “What’re you doing here, Soap?”

Soap’s eyes shoot up as Ghost cracks open the door. The rain, unfortunately, had not reached the confines of Soap’s mouth, leaving his tongue dry and his voice cracked. He swallows nothing and admits, “….I haven’t been able to sleep in days. Ever since we started leave…I’ve been….plagued….haunted with thoughts….they’re there when I’m awake, there when I try to sleep….”

A stone settles in the depths of Ghost’s stomach. He stares at the soaked man for what feels like an eternity, swimming in Soap’s bloodshot eyes as he searches for answers he has no idea how to find. Thankfully, Soap continues:

“I consider myself a strong man, Ghost. I’ve suffered things no person should experience. I’ve been beaten and shot, held hostage and interrogated and tortured. But this….this is a torture I cannot endure…..”

The desperation in Soap’s voice, the utter weakness in his shaking frame…it chills Ghost to his core.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. What you’re doing. Where you are. How you’re feeling. I-I keep worrying. I feel like every nerve is on fire when I’m not near you, I—”

His words die in his mouth as Ghost abruptly closes the door. Soap can’t help the tears that instantly well in his eyes. Tears that proceed to fall upon his rain-soaked cheeks as the door remains closed. In his stunned state, Soap can’t even raise a hand to wipe them away as they tickle his face, mocking him for thinking that this was ever a good idea. 

Meanwhile, Ghost is on the other side of the door, his mind even more tumultuous than the storm outside. He places his gun down on whatever surface is closest. He paces as hopeful thoughts bubble up to the surface of his consciousness; he shakes his head with the rise of each one, hoping to quell them. 

It doesn’t work. 

Soap is frozen, tears no longer trickling. No, now they’re a steady stream. His mouth opens and closes like a fish drowning in open air. He hopes maybe he’ll be rewarded for his foolishness with a strike of lightning—something to end the pain coursing through him, leaving him breathless and yearning for death. 

Ghost tears off his balaclava and tosses it aside. As he paces, he runs his hands through his hair, feeling the tremble of his fingers against his scalp. And then, before he even realizes what he’s doing, he unlocks the chain lock and yanks open the door. 

The sight of the state he’s left Soap in is worse than any bullet, Ghost thinks. The two men stare at each other, stunned by the sight of the other. Ghost knows he has to move, to speak, to do something. Soap has left himself bare, disemboweled himself and placed his guts at Ghost’s doorstep. So he has to do something. 

Ghost takes a step forward through the doorway. Soap takes a step back, mistaking Ghost’s intense gaze and advancement as a sign of aggression. Ghost takes another step forward, and Soap responds with another step back, leaving the shelter of the awning and walking backwards into the rain. As Ghost takes yet another step forward, he reaches out and cups Soap’s face, freezing him in place once more. 

Ghost draws into Soap, bringing his other hand up to mirror the first. He brushes his thumbs over Soap’s cheeks, determined to wipe away the tears before the rain does. To somehow fix what he’s done. 

Words have always been special to Ghost. He doesn’t speak much not because he doesn’t like to, but because he wants what he says to convey exactly what he means. Ghost handles his speech like a knife, knowing that with his words he carves in ways that can either create or destroy. He plans what he says carefully, steeping his thoughts like tea before pouring them from his mouth:

“I am a fool…for ever letting you feel the way you feel now…forgive me, please…”

Soap blinks the concoction of rain and tears from his eyes. He slowly raises his hands and grasps Ghost’s wrists, holding them like they’re a buoy. But for once in his life, he stays silent, much to Ghost’s distress. 

“Please, Johnny…please say something….”

The sound of Ghost’s voice, as warbled and watery as the puddle drenching their feet, stirs Johnny to speak. The corners of his teary eyes crinkle as he smiles through his words, “You are a fool…but you’re my fool…isn’t that right, Simon?”

Simon chokes back a sudden sob and nods, pulling a laugh of relief from Johnny. He leans his forehead against Simon’s, tightening his grip on the man’s wrists. 

Simon wrangles together his nerves and forces himself to be brave. “Can this fool kiss you?” he asks, the surprising sweetness in his voice melting Johnny like candy floss in water. He nods and Simon softly presses his lips against Johnny’s, tasting tears and rain.