#Johnny mactavish

[feralforfrank]

TASK FORCE 141 🌽 L!NKS

includes: ghost, gaz, soap, price / fem!reader

note warnings under the cut.

🧢 — gaz begs to film you during sex so he can have something of you while he's deployed. (little does he know the walls are extremely thin (if there are any) and your sweet moans reverberate. now the entire team wants to meet you!)

🚬 — when john is gone on solo missions, he trusts gaz to keep an eye on you, take care of anything you need. but john is gone for quite some time, you grow extremely needy. kyle updates him...thoroughly. (and if price cums harder hearing you whine kyle's name? then that's only for him to know.)

🧼👻 — blind dates are great, right? you expect one guy but two show up and in the end you're laying in their bed, with mohawk fucking your guts out and the beefy (scary-looking at first) one playing with your tits. cw: 3some

👻 — car sex with simon because you cannot resist each other to save your life and have to run out of whatever establishment you're in to fuck.

🧼 — this is so soap coded bc i know that man's dick is huge. that's it. that's the tweet.

🚬 — price coming home is always special because he pins you down on the bed and unloads weeks of frustration of not being close to you, all the while he's kissing you and whispering filthy things in your ear. (one of them being that he heard how loud you were with kyle, should we invite him back?)

🚬 — john fucks you like this after whatever social gathering you attended because you looked too pretty in that dress. (he whispers how he wanted to rip it off of you, crowd you in a closet and stuff you full of his cock right there.)

🚬 — mornings well spent with john.

🧼 — what is supposed to be a movie night with soap ends up being a messy makeout session and then this because the man can not keep his hands to himself.

🧼 — also very johnny coded, im a fat dick soap truther

👻 — simon loves shower sex. craves the inctimacy it provides. also, your moans are louder in here because you think the water conceals them and he loves seeing your boobs mushed against the glass. link 2

🚬 — he's just missed you so much. long periods of deployment with no contact make him very needy.

👻 — you ask ghost for the mask to stay on. who is he to deny you? cw: mask kink

🧼👻 — the video you receive after you text simon that you miss them.

🧼 — johnny loooves tits. doesn't care if they're big, small, heavy, light, or whatever. he. just. loves. boobs. i will die on that hill. cw: boob worship ig

[glossysoap]

mean johnny calling you his bitch and meaning it more literally than you think 😭

18+, implied afab reader, degradation duh, forced pet play, forced blowjob, name calling, noncon/dubcon. use filtered content instead of just filtered tags as it’s more reliable and catches it even in reblogs. it will catch even the mention of it in the actual post (like the way i’ve mentioned it in the content warnings above) so it doesn’t need to be in the tags.

he’s buying you a collar* and wrestling it onto your neck. he’s using it to force you on your knees, ignoring your winces and cries of pain. he’s tugging you by your collar, pulling your face down to his cock. making you rub your face against his sweaty bush. he laughs as you cringe against his cock and try to pull away, only for his hands to keep you in place. he pries your mouth open and makes you take his chubbed up cock in one go.

“ye, that’s right. be a good little bitch n’ take my cock.” he grounds out, his accent all husky and full of gravel. “use that mouth fer somethin’ useful fer once.”

that’s similar to what he’s growling as he’s pushing your head down into the mattress, grabbing your hips in a sore hold as he’s splitting you open.

“cunts so tight, makes me never wanna leave. milkin’ me dry, pup.”

you kept crying out weak protests, voice broken and thick with tears. but your cunt betrayed you, squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly.

“ye don’t even know what ye want. yer stupid mouth is crying but yer pussies beggin’ fer me like a bitch in heat.”

[femalefemur]

soap will be like 'is anyone gonna match my freak' and not wait for an answer and make you match it

[super-marvel-dc]

Soap, watching Bucky and Ghost fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Y/N, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Soap: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Bucky: Y/N.

Ghost: Y/N.

Y/N: Me.

[yawnderu]

Which body parts belong to who on the extra limbs ghost? Im having a hard time trying to find out who belongs to who

smiles

Price's arm is holding the gun, while Johnny's arm and hand are merged into it.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Price: Simon. You need to rewrite this report.

Price: You can’t call Rookie02 a “candidate for natural de-selection”

Later.

Price: Simon. What the fuck?

Ghost: What? Johnny helped me.

Price, reading: “If he were any more stupid, he’d have to be watered twice a week”

Ghost: The wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead.

Price: Simon!

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Johnny who snags his shirts on absolutely everything.

They have tiny holes and tears, and although it bothers him a little bit, it doesn't annoy him enough to a point where he wants to fix it.

One day, he notices that his shirts feel less... breezy, shall we say, and he discovers that the holes have been stitched up, and some of the tears have little embroidered motives and patches on them.

A little heart, a smiley face, and, of course, the shirt that he wears to work the most has a little bar of soap on it now.

He has a hunch of who fixed them up with such care but when he catches you one night, carefully weaving your needle through the fabric he can't help the smile that spreads across his cheeks.

From now on, he keeps snagging his shirts more often, what a coincidence, so he can see what else you come up with.

Masterlist 💫

[machveil]

Johnny plays The Sims and is an absolute madman

Johnny thinks The Sims is the best game - not because of the genre or graphics, but because he can be a little bastard and make them do silly things. he’s the type to put someone in a walled off pool and then save them at the last minute

Johnny has absolutely made his teammates into Sims just so he could laugh about it. gets a good chuckle out of dressing them up in silly outfits, sometimes he journals about what goofy thing he made his Sims teammates do

Johnny makes the most outrageous house designs. his floor plans are terrible and he’s constantly broke from buying nicknacks and items. he almost killed his Sims lookalike because he forgot to feed him

Johnny has half a mind to send clips he’s recorded of the Sims team to Gaz - he knows he’d probably get a kick out of it. Johnny is always trying to break the game and find glitches, he just wants to see what shenanigans he can pull off

(Johnny would absolutely play RollerCoaster Tycoon)

[franabz]

★ Band 141 AU !fem user (part 2)

(part 1)

Ghost wasn't very sure why he was suddenly so drawn to the absolutely bonnie young woman on stage, but something about her was like a moth to a flame to him in ways he couldn't really understand.

Maybe it wad the way she seemed absolutely terrified, practically hitching with every step she took on stage in front of rows of (mostly drunken) bar patrons. You'd almost feel sorry for how she was practically shaking like a leaf as the stage manager handed off her own mic and her eyes nervously darted over the crowds with a tremble in her knees.

The lead vocalist, Vixen, didn't seem as amused as the rest though. She subtly took a step back and nudged you with her elbow, snapping you a "Don't fuck up" look that made you swallow thickly. One by one each member of the band got to their respective places, then Vixen's voice pitched into the mic through the speakers. "Thank you all for having us here tonight!" She grinned widely, obviously thinking highly of herself in the moment.

"How 'bout tae brunette? She looks like'a bonnie lass." Soap commented, resting his forearms over the wooden table as he nodded towards one of the other female band members, the bassist stage named Robin. "We're lookin' for a vocalist, not 'nother bassist." Price sighed, taking another drag of his cigar before tapping it against an ashtray to take a sip of his whiskey. Gaz and Ghost were mostly silent, simply observing the potential candidates. At least Gaz seemed alive in his thoughts, his brows raised slightly in curiosity as the music finally began. Ghost however, ever the stone-faced man, was completely unreadable, per usual.

An upbeat and funky rhythm sounded through the speakers as each band member performed their parts with practiced ease, everyone giving it their all. Vixen's captivating alto voice being the main focus. You did your best to stay on-par with the rest of the band, yet remained significantly quieter. Ghost kept his eyes trained on you with laser focus, seemingly keeping a mental note of every flat, shaky note you managed to spew out like he was some sort of critic. "She's good." Gaz uttered quietly while resting his chin in his palm, subtly head bobbing to the beat. "Ah dinnae ken... Ye can barely even hear 'er over the blonde." Soap gestured a hand towards Vixen, watching as she was blatantly trying to steal the spotlight over the other band members, her voice considerably louder than the instruments. Price simply watched with a critical eye. You could practically hear the gears moving in his head.

Little by little you finally started breaking from that timid shell you were curled in and your true colors began to shine, your captivating soprano vocals mixing with Vixen's alto tone rather nicely, though it was obvious she was still trying to overpower you. Nonetheless you delivered with such soulful grace that rang out in the ears of patrons even after the song ended. Almost like a siren drawing in unsuspecting victims.

Though Price didn't say anything, it was obvious his face said it all. "I have to talk to her."

"Soprano and baritone? Not a bad combo." Gaz chipped in. "Wot's what mean?" Ghost finally spoke up, gruffly scowling as he tapped his foot against the wooden flooring below.

"Bloody 'ell, pipe down." Price grunted, waving away his smoke as well as waving away the chatter of the boys.

The rest of the performance the boys were relatively quiet, each going through their own inner turmoil. Well, everyone but Soap. He couldn't care less who joined as long as they were a decent person. As the band finally finished and the final notes rang in the air, the band roared in applause and cheers, some drunken bar-goers even going as far as to throw catcalls. As soon as the band finished and Vixen began addressing the audience while the others began loading off stage— "Be right back." Price put out his cigar and took one last swig of his drink before weaving his way through crowds with a small occasional "S'cuse me" or "Pardon me" just to get a chance to talk with you.

Sure she was as timid as a butterfly, but nothing some good practice and encouragement couldn't fix.

As Price disappeared into the crowd, Soap stood up to head back towards the bar to order some more drinks, leaving just Ghost and Gaz.

"So, what'd ya think, Si?" He smirked, his eyes flickering back up to meet Ghost's own gaze. Ghost stayed silent for a moment, avoiding Gaz's gaze slightly. He actually did enjoy the performance, though he would never admit that out loud. "T'was fine." He replied quietly, tapping a blunt fingernail against his empty glass. "Fine? That's all you can say? The girl gotta voice of siren. Bloody captivating."

He leaned back in his booth, the slight sound of denim rubbing against leather could be heard over the distant bar chatter. "Only the first band n' Price already has his eyes on a bird." Ghost subtly eye-rolled and met Gaz's brown eyes for a second, before drifting his gaze away as his eyes roamed over the crowds again, trying to find the girl Price went to talk to.

Meanwhile with Price, he managed to stop you in your tracks with his usual straight to the point charm, one that made you cock a brow subtly.

"Hey- I jus' wanted to say you hav'a lovely singin' voice, mate. A true talent." Price smiled respectfully, tucking a hand into his jeans pocket as his gaze stayed trained over you. "Ah... Thank you, sir." You replied with a small sheepish chuckle, idly fiddling with a loose string on the hem of your jeans at the compliment. Price could notice your unease and chuckled gruffly, finding it a bit amusing how sheepish you were. "Don' worry, lass. I don't bite." He reassured, a small amused huff escaping his lips. "Look, I won't sugarcoat this. I thin ya 'ave true potential, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in a little meeting, eh?" He pulled a small business card from his pocket and held it out for you between his rough fingers.

You glanced down at the card and could feel your face warming at the offer. "A business offer? Hell- I could barely hold a steady note..." You thought to yourself, before quickly snapping out of your stray thoughts and swallowed thickly, hesitantly reaching for the card. "We're currently lookin' for a secondary singer 'nd thought you'd fit in nicely. All of my details're on the card." Price added, handing the card off to you before folding his arms over his chest, watching your reaction.

You accepted the card in shaky hands, your eyes roaming over the "141" label in jagged fonts. "Right... I'll think about it." You muttered, before placing the card into your own pocket and looking back up at the man, exhaling deeply to release some nerves. "Thank you." You added quietly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"F'course, lass. Hey, you have a true talent. We could use s'meone like you on our side." Price hummed, satisfaction crossing over his face at your acceptance.

You both respectfully bid farewells and went your separate ways, Price returning to the secluded booths and you being left to stand against the wall with your own thoughts. You couldn't lie, the offer was something that definitely caught your attention, but then again you were still technically in a band. Would they even notice if you left? You were barely even noticeable on stage anyways... Maybe if you—

"Y/N!" A familiar voice snapped you out of your inner turmoil, that of Vixen; better known as Crystal. "Where were you? We're packing up for the night." She sneered, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at you, almost silently judging you. "You're lucky you didn't completely blow it tonight. Everyone was too focused on me to care, anyways." Her comments definitely tugged at your gut, but you decided not to say anything about it.

"Right, sorry." You sighed, silently resenting Crystal for her constant jabs, though you couldn't say you didn't expect it. "Damn right you are. Now hurry up, Jayce is paying our tab." She stuck her nose up subtly, before turning on her heel to walk away. Your expression stiffened as she walked away, a small exhausted exhale leaving your lips.

You took one last look around the bar, your eyes falling over the booths where 141 was currently sitting, laughing it up and sharing drinks and smokes while other bands were loading on stage, before your eyes returned to the front of the bar where Crystal and the others were waiting. You patted the pocket that Price's business card was in and let out a controlled inhale, before slowly weaving through the crowds to get to them.

Though the thought of the offer hadn't left your mind yet.

[darth-mortem]

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[splendsay]

COD FIC // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 15: Someone Should Feel It

surprise shawtayy you get two chapters today <3 hope u enjoy

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 15 // Someone Should Feel It

CWs: Explicit language, Canon-typical violence, HEAVY THEMES (acute trauma response, self-harm and self-loathing, extreme despair)

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader (You), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John Price

Chapter Summary:

Actions always have consequences, and Gaz's might've just cost you and the team everything. In the wake of his choice, you find yourself grappling with the unexpected emotional fallout of the mission as a whole, and what it all means for the future.

..................................................................... Links to: Spotify Playlist Full Fic

[boodarko]

some sergeants here to serve

[angel5ofp0rn]

can y’all help me find that text post that was talking about how Soap and Ghost got on right away because they both grew up poor or something like that???

[gothic-thoughts]

All Dreams Mean Something Soap MacTavish x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Viking!Soap, Sour-Sweet-Gone

CW: Soap's pov, argument, engagement, Scottish accent optional while reading(😭😭)

Word Count: 1283 (give or take)

Due to both Viking chiefs signing a treaty, there was never a war between the two waterfront villages but that didn't mean there wasn't often conflict. A handful of warriors from the other town walked into the village square to meet with a group of soldiers including me to settle yet another disagreement but it wasn't long before we were all loudly arguing. Violent threats and vulgar insults were thrown between the groups until a messy fight broke out.

Not a single weapon was drawn but objects were thrown and broken as we all got so caught up in fighting, causing women and children to stay in their homes. After knocking out the warrior I was fighting with a kick, I glanced over to see (Y/n) out during the battle and ran to her. I effortlessly pick my lass up, tossing her over my shoulder as I carry her into our cabin and set her down, looking down with a worried rage.

“Dammit, lass! Why are you outside?”

She furrows her eyebrows, “I was on my way back here, and you made me drop the stuff I bought.” She snaps back, “What did you think I was doin’?”

I run a hand through my messy mohawk, still slightly out of breath from the fight. “And you didn't think to wait until after the fight had ended? Ya could’ve been hurt!”

“I was out before the fighting even started! Was I supposed to hide behind a barrel 'til they found me? Ya shouldn't have be fighting anyway!”

“And how the hell was I supposed to know you were out there when the fight started? I would have kept an eye on you if I knew. And I wouldn't have to fight if those idiots knew how to keep a damn peace!”

“John, don't act like ya haven't gone to their town to start somethin'. Yer not all innocent either.”

I scoff softly, crossing my arms. “And what if I did? Those idiots deserved it. They keep coming here to start trouble and don't listen. You expect me to just stand there and let them walk all over us?”

“I expect warriors to handle it like men, not children.”

“Oh, so now I'm supposed to be the bigger man?”

She sighs deeply, “Johnny.”

“They can say whatever they want and cause problems, but I can't fight back?”

“Wouldn’t kill ya to try, but these senseless fights might.”

“Warriors fight, daerlin’.”

“Warriors fight in wars, daerlin'" She mocks, "What if you got hurt?”

“It’s my job to get hurt, (Y/n), you act like I don't get hurt all the bloody time.”

“I never want you hurt, especially if it's not a war! You’re getting hurt in a petty fight that’s not gonna mean anything in 5 hours just to do it again next week! Just tell their chief or something.”

“You think I haven't tried that? We've talked to their chief a thousand times, but it never helps. They can be fuckin’ idiots, just like their warriors.”

I pause for a moment, my expression softening as I breathe.

“It's not like I want to fight— you know me better than that. But I'm not just going to let them walk all over our village.”

(Y/n) sighs and turns to walk to the kitchen area causing my frustration to immediately fade to concern. I follow a few steps behind and stand next to her, leaning back against the counter as I look down at her.

“Lass...” I call softly, but she doesn’t answer and grabs an apple, “Bonnie, look at me.”

She turns her head while biting the through the red barrier of the fruit, her dark eyes slightly irritated as they meet mine. I sigh at the sight, biting the inside of my cheek.

“I know you don't like it when I fight, but those bastards won't listen to reason. They understand aggression, that's just how it is.”

She huffs. “It's stupid, you know.”

“Stupid or not, it's necessary. It's to keep the town safe— to keep us safe... Keep you safe. I'm a warrior, love; that's what I do, it's who I am. You knew that when you married me.”

She suddenly choked on her apple, coughing up a storm before I quickly patted her back until she cleared her throat and calmed down her breathing enough to speak.

“Y’alright?” I ask, searching her eyes, "Wrong pipe?"

“Wh-When I married you...?”

I raise an eyebrow at her words, confusion spreading across my face as I back away.

“Aye, when ye married me. What're ye getting at?”

I notice a slight redness fading in on her cheeks, along with a small smile. “Johnny, we aren't wed...”

I blink, unsure if I heard correctly. “What? What do you mean we aren't wed?"

"Well not yet... I hope..."

I cross my arms, not appreciating her game, "Lass, you don't have to hope, we had a ceremony: vows, party, and everything."

She blinks and sets down her apple, "...Is this... your way of proposing...?"

"You don't remember our wedding day? At the waterfall? We exchanged vows in front of the town?”

(Y/n) walks to me with a teasing smirk on her face as if trying to hold back her a smile.

“...And then you woke up this morning for work?”

My face falls slightly as I process, the realization slowly sinking in. (Y/n) touches my shoulder, looking up at me.

"Johnny, I came over here last night to hang out with you." She started, "We hung out, had sex then fell asleep and then you went to work this morning. I was here all day ‘til I went out to get some food you.”

“You're saying... that was all a dream? The wedding, the ceremony... our dance— it never actually happened? So... we're not actually married yet?”

“No, ya dummy...” (Y/n) steps even closer, “But I'll take this as your proposal~”

“W-wait, you... You're saying you'd accept?”

“Aye~”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out, stammering until I manage my thoughts. “Are... Are ya serious? You'd really accept? You'd... marry me?”

“It's clear to me now that you wanted to ask so bad, why didn't you?”

“Well... I...” I run my fingers through my mohawk awkwardly, “I did... I did want to ask you... I bought a ring and everything. But I was... scared— what if you said no?”

“Finally, a Viking scared of something.”

My lass suddenly grabs my stubbly face, quickly guiding me down and into a kiss to which my eyes widen in surprise before I relax into it. My arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer while our lips move together, the kiss full of longing and desire. As the kiss breaks, I pull back slightly, a shy but smitten smile on my lips.

“And yes this is real, ya goofball.”

“So...” I gently cup her cheek, a thumb brushing against her soft skin, “This means we're officially betrothed, then?”

She laughs, “Take all the time you need, baby'.”

I chuckle and tuck a loose braid behind her ear, “I want to make our wedding perfect, and I ain't about to half-ass this."

"I should hope not since you basically have it all planned out."

"Only because you deserve nothing but the best, daerlin’, I swear I'd die for ye. Hell, I'd kill for ye, either way, the bliss alone would ensure I'd see the pearly gates.”

She holds my hand to her cheek as a tear brims over her eyelid. “Johnny, stop—”

I blink away my own mistiness, “Nay... Never...” My thumb gently brushes her tear away, “My sweet lass, I know I ain't perfect, but I swear on my soul that I'll do right by ye. I'll keep ye safe, love ye ‘til the end of days, and make ye the happiest little lass on the whole damn planet. Those were my vows.”

(Y/n) sniffles, holding back her tears before I wrap my strong arms around her and pull her against my broad chest. I bury my face into her hair, deeply inhaling her drug of a scent before I plant soft kisses atop her head, a small, affectionate smile on my lips with each one. I tuck her head beneath my scratchy chin, holding her close while she sniffles softly into my leather armor.

[baohanhanesel]

This was all I could think about after seeing that shirt. Purely self indulgive. 😊

[callmelitlesunshine]

soldier's eyes / Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

I know that I'll be coming home soon with a soldier's eyes with a soldier's eyes

I also have one with Ghost's eyes, it will be reupload here (even if i posted it on my previous account)