#ghost and soap

[felrija]

Ghoap

They're alive and well

[hooty-duty]

Simpler Times

Someone yelled "the floor is lava" two hours ago, and Soap refuses to touch the ground until he's declared the winner.

I've had this in my 'almost finished but not quite happy with it yet' group of drawings for far too long

[tagzpite]

The chomp Saga

Biting is their love language you cannot prove me wrong

[wispscribbles]

dæmon au my beloved

[jazzwalexa]

Them🤲

[sleepystawbie]

Soap gets into melting shit now he's not allowed to blow shit up. Gets a furnace and melts all the Diet Coke cans Ghost accumulates into metal bricks. It’s better than legos. Builds a little fort out of aluminium ingots.

Then that’s just not enough anymore. He needs more.

He starts nicking things from inside the house to break up and melt down. Ghost swore they had a toaster yesterday…

Ghost: JOHNNY! WHERES THE FUCKING TOASTER?!

Cut to Soap, in his little barn at the bottom of the garden, giggling while melting what was formerly their toaster into molten metal and casting a solid metal willy for the fun if it. He's going to send it to Price with insufficient postage so he has to go pay the difference and be extra annoyed. Maybe he’ll even open it up right there in the post office for everyone in the queue to see.

He might not have access to military grade explosives anymore but he’s not gonna let that stop him from giving Price more grey hairs.

[imrowanartist]

“Can I…kiss you, Simon?”

"Please..."

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[granddaughterogg]

sweet nothings

Soap: Awww. Ghost: What is it, Soap? Soap: I jes realized ye used tae be a wean once. Ghost: ...I used to be a what? Soap: A baby, L.T. A wee bitty ginger baby. Ghost: *harrumphs* Wasn't little. I was the biggest baby born in that 'ospital that year. Soap: *dazzled*...Please tell me that ye stabbed the doctor who brought ye intae this world.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Gaz, watching Ghoap train: I think they should strip down to underwear and wrestle until they are real sweaty and huffing n’ puffin into each other’s faces and shit

Price, choking on tea:

Gaz: for… plot reasons

[silli---lilli]

Johnny and Simon get betrayed Simon: Meet me at the church Johnny: You left me? Simon: I'm used to working alone

Wedding day Simon: Meet me at the church Johnny: Always Simon: You'll never be alone

One KIA Simon: Meet me at the church, Johnny Simon: You left me Simon: I'm alone again

[saintables]

Heard we were babygirlifying two grown men?

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[howlingshadows]

What Ghost see, when Soap is on his tamper tantrum

[quasionn]

The Intimacy of Being Understood

The final section of the mission lasted all day, it was dark out now. Having retrieved all intel safely, and terminating any hostiles, 141 were heading back to base.

Sitting in silence, the only noise being exhausted panting and the rotors moving. The air is heavy, close calls from the past few days lingering fresh in everyone’s minds.

No arguments occur when Ghost pushes past Gaz to claim his seat besides Soap. It’s a routine for them. The ability for Ghost to be calm, even for a few minutes on the flight back to base. It helps him majorly. Ghost would never admit that though. Soap understands.

A few glances are shared between the members. Soaps finger idly rubs along Ghost’s, hidden from the sight of the other men.

It’s always been Soap and Ghost. Ghost and Soap. Everyone understood that.

Back at base the two lingered off to their secret spot, a corner in the training field. They were out of sight here. No one would come to bother them.

Here, Ghost could let his guard down, rest his head against Soaps shoulder. Sit in silence.

“Pretty out tonight.” Soap murmurs into the air, smoke blowing out into the cold dark sky as he exhales his cigarette, pressing the orange butt into the ground. His blue eyes glow against the moonlight, Ghost loves watching them dart around, bouncing off the stars.

Ghost looks up too, his face contorting to one of confusion, “how?”, he asks bluntly.

Soap chuckles dryly, “Gosh, Simon, can’t you just appreciate it?” He looks up again. “It’s simple, yet beautiful.”

“We’re here together. We survived and we came home.”

Ghost hums in response, leaning back on the grass and looking up at the sky. His eyes pan over to Johnny, also on the grass, watching the sky. His eyes are locked on Johnnys face, glancing over the skin, lines on his forehead, in the corner of his eyes, the smile lines around his mouth. All memorised by Simon’s rough and calloused fingers. Years of killings, all in Simon’s hands. The hands that have the privilege of touching Johnny. Whether it’s in the open, gentle covered taps, encouraging punches, ruffling his hair, or in the bedroom, in private, hands a mixture of grazing gently over the warm skin of John’s neck, thighs, stomach, hands intertwined, as the warmth of Johnnys lips meet Simon’s cold and previously unloved body. Or the desperate grasping for a sense of purchase, fingers intertwining in locks of hair as sweet whimpers and gentle moans are shared between their locked lips.

He felt unworthy of Johnny. He felt that Johnny should be with someone without scars, both physical and mental ones. Ghost couldn’t understand why Soap chose him.

Ghost didn’t need any sappy words, didn’t need all the touching, kisses, and love. “It is pretty.” A smile tugs on the corner of his lips, eyes meeting with Soap’s.

Johnny was good for him. Soap understood why Ghost was the way he was. He understood Ghost on a different level than anyone else.

Johnny also understood Simon.

They’re so gay it hurts me

…what if I made an alt 2023 mw3 ending where they live happily ever after😹

[boraxdrinker]

Ghost helping soap keep a cool head during the mission “Alone”

[wispscribbles]

do not disturb

[jazzwalexa]

I feel like Soap would be a TikTok addict and would want to do a bunch of trends with his crew or partner (aka Ghost)

Like there’s this one with “let your partner touch their favorite parts about you” and he would do this with Ghost and i imagine this is how it would go:

Soap starts recording with his phone

Soap:“okey so you are supposed to touch your favorite parts about me”

Ghost: *gives him a confused look then proceeds to stand up*

Soap thought he is going to leave but instead he felt two strong arms lifting him up and holding him like a princess

Soap: “What are you doing?” He asks while chuckling a bit

Ghost: “You said i am supposed to touch my favorite parts on you“

Soap: “Yeah, and?”

Ghost: “Well i don’t really like anything specific, “

Soap gave him a dramatically shocked and offended look

Ghost: “ ‘cause i love everything about you. Picking you up was easier because that includes everything.”

Soap slowly turned red and hid his face in his palms in embarrassment, he really won with this big scary guy who actually has a soft spot for a Scottish man like him.