#ghost x soap x roach

[a-man-of-questionable-morals]

alright luvs, you asked for it: hello kitty blorbos <3

ghost, soap and roach <3333

additional cutie pies

[captain-mj]

Domestic short hair cat shifter Ghost who people look down on when they find out, but it’s actually really useful for stealth missions and as a fellow cat owner pissed off cats of any size are a massive problem.

Roach and Soap take him seriously from the get go also being small critters that are actually terrifying (look up weasels they’re vicious blighters)

Have a great day

This ran away from me

Shifters, on paper, were banned from the military. In practice, a lot of military men were shifters. While Price would never give away if he himself was a shifter or not, the threat of being stripped of the title of Captain a bit too real for him to admit it, he spoke rather vocally against the rules. 

And the 141 was an open secret taskforce. No one on it was just human.

Soap was a badger personally He wasn’t the biggest of creatures, but he could hold his own. Roach was a weasel, a particularly vicious one at that. 

Ghost was a cat. At first glance, a kitten. There was a theory he was a black footed cat but he looked rather… normal? He looked like a simple Tawny cat. 

Soup had scooped him up and pet him the first time he saw him. So few Shifters were Domestic cats, it didn't cross his mind that it was maybe a soldier. The worst part was Ghost letting Soap snuggle him for a Few minutes, letting Soap set him down and letting him kiss his forehead before shifting back and walk away.

Soap had been mortified and Roach had laughed at him.

His shaking shoulders made him feel better. A little at least. 

When Ghost had simply told some nosy recruits that he was a feeling, everyone assumed a big car. Tiger, Lion or Cougar.

Not… a house cat. 

Soap was unsure who told their current base the truth. But it got under Ghost’s skin in a way nothing else did. 

Roach, always the jealous one, did not take kindly to people acting like they now had some familiarity with Ghost. They'd joke around and ask him questions and just in general be... off. Sometimes they'd do things for him like open doors or offer to take hard missions for him. It was alarming, but most were smart enough to disguise it as other things.

Soap didn't understand the frustration until someone had the gall, the audacity, the fucking nerve, to call Ghost "kitty."

"Kitty, we know kittens are not that great at fighting. It's okay. Why not leave that to the actual predators, yeah?"

Soap had almost thrown himself over the table in a blind rage. He had been foaming at the mouth pissed and Ghost had to pick him up and drag him away. The glare he sent to the other person was enough for them to realize that Ghost wanted to let Soap go. Let him be the menace he wanted to be.

Roach stood nearby, glaring into them. He snarled and snapped at them until Ghost made it clear he wanted him to follow. The three made it to Ghost's room with minimal damage to anything other than Soap's reputation. Watching him get manhandled was not something most people expected.

Ghost shook his head. "Now boys."

Soap interrupted him. "No! They're being disrespectful just because you're a cat shifter."

"Uh huh."

"And they're trying to get your attention and just in general being horrible. He called you kitty. He tried to sideline you."

"And I can handle it."

Roach hit Ghost's shoulder and looked displeased. He almost immediately rubbed against him as an apology. "They need to learn respect."

"Guys, I can handle it. I promise."

Soap shook his head. "You shouldn't have to. That's the whole point. You're perfect for stealth missions. Perfect for getting into places and you've even been picked by high profile targets. It's really helpful."

Ghost shook his head at them and butted heads with Soap. At first, he thought it was aggressive before realizing Ghost was being affectionate. "You two are such losers."

Roach huffed and quickly wiggled himself into Ghost's arms. He wrapped his arms around the both of them.

Ghost allowed himself, making little noises of displeasure, to be shoved back. They hung all over him. "C'mon. guys."

Soap huffed. "Just want to help you out."

"Don't need it."

"You deserve it."

Roach pulled Ghost down and kissed him sweetly. Ghost muttered under his breath but he relaxed. "Still. You're sergeants."

"You're still our boyfriend." Roach reminded him.

[anothercrisis]

TF-141 & FRIENDS SLEEP HEADCANONS

Price is able to sleep just about anywhere and at a moment’s notice. He could cross his arms, dip his chin, and be snoring softly within seconds. He snores surprisingly lightly, but, more than once, the team has heard his breathing cut off mid-snore. Every time it happens, they hold their breath too, waiting to see if Price will start breathing again on his own. When he does, because he always does, they all collectively sigh in relief. (Price is unaware of his breathing problem, as no one has told him, apparently deciding it wasn’t important for him to know.)

Gaz will sometimes talk in his sleep, but not very clearly or loudly; it’s more of a mumbling than coherent words. It usually only happens when he isn’t able to fall into a deep sleep, hovering somewhere close to consciousness. It doesn’t seem to bother the team, the sound of his half-formed words lost among the other noise in the barracks. But Soap once leaned over Gaz while he was sleeping in an attempt to decipher what it was he was saying, and scared the shit out of both of them when Gaz jerked awake. (Gaz became a little self conscious about his sleep talking after Soap’s interest and took to tucking his blanket up to his chin to help muffle the sound.)

Soap takes up so much space when he’s sleeping, sometimes involuntarily despite whatever position he falls asleep in. Dozing on the helo? His legs are stretched across the entire aisle, knocking ankles with teammates. Napping on the couch? Sprawled across the whole thing, one leg on top of the couch and an arm hanging towards the floor. The team quickly learned how to maneuver around his limbs when they were trying to pass by him, though Roach will stop to settle them into a more comfortable position. (Ghost is the one who tells Soap about Roach’s tendency to adjust Soap’s sleeping form, and it’s also from him that he hears of the weird positions he’s found sleeping in.)

Ghost is more of a burst sleeper than a straight shot at night kind of sleeper. He can’t fall asleep anywhere like Price can and he can’t do it around just anyone. So when he manages to find that sweet spot, he’ll cross his arms and nod off for an hour or so, sleeping lightly enough that if something were to happen he’d wake up. The team is good to him when he’s sleeping, dropping their voices into whispers and keeping vigilance so he can get the rest he needs. (Ghost knows he’s in the best of hands when Soap is nearby, for many reasons but mostly because he won’t hesitate to bite the head off anyone who looks like they might disturb him.)

Roach is an incredibly light sleeper and doesn’t usually sleep through the night due to all the little noises in the barracks that wake him up. He’s constantly napping during the day to make up for all the lost time. It’s not uncommon for him to drop his head onto the shoulder of whoever is next to him without warning to doze for a few minutes. Most of the team doesn’t mind and have told him that they don’t, but he still feels a little guilty about it. (His favorite person to sleep on is Ghost, because he knows how to hold still and his bicep is a perfect pillow.)

König is hyper aware of his size even in his sleep. He sleeps curled up on his side, head tucked into his arm. Even if it wasn’t by choice, he’d be stuck bent anyway because the bunks aren’t built for someone of his stature. He falls asleep quickly and deeply and doesn’t move or make a sound as he sleeps. It surprises some of the team, because they know how much he moves and how much noise he makes when he’s awake. (Even though he wakes up in the exact same position he fell asleep in, he isn’t really aware of the fact that he sleeps like the dead, and no one brings it up to his face.)

Alejandro is a bit of a high maintenance sleeper with a routine he follows religiously. He only rests truly well when he’s in his bed on his base or at home. He can sleep elsewhere when he has to of course, he is a soldier, but he evidently doesn’t get good rest because he’ll wake up in a bit of a sour mood. The team quickly takes to using Rodolfo as a buffer in the mornings and making sure there’s consistently coffee available until Alejandro mellows a bit. (Both Rudy and the coffee obviously make Alejandro feel better, but no one dares comment on it.)

Rodolfo is more of a night owl, so he usually doesn’t go to bed until past midnight, but he’s quick to sleep and sleeps deeply to make up for it. Surprisingly, he isn’t much of a napper, unless he’s been working really hard and that kind of exhaustion weighs him down. When the team sees him asleep during the day, they understand how exhausted he must be and do whatever they can to help him. (He was once so tired he fell asleep in the mess hall but woke up some hours later in his bed, and no one would tell him who moved him.)

Bonus Ghost x Soap x Roach:

Sometimes Roach will decide it’s time for a nap of his own when he finds Soap asleep, sprawled out on the couch. Roach will settle onto the cushions beside him and, unconsciously, Soap will make room for him. He’ll open the space under his arm so Roach can be secure and rest somewhere warmer, softer. Sometimes Ghost will join them, even if he doesn’t plan on sleeping, stationing himself at the end of the couch with their feet in his lap.

Sometimes Ghost is caught minding his own business in his bed by Roach, who will sidle up to him and tuck himself into Ghost’s side, falling asleep almost instantly. Then Soap will show up and intentionally mirror Roach to sandwich Ghost between them. The bed isn’t wide enough for all three of them, so half their bodies are draped over Ghost’s, all their hips and knees pushed together. (Ghost doesn’t mind any of it in the slightest because it’s them.) He simply puts his arms around them both and lets them sleep as long as they’d like. He might even doze off himself.

[thewriterg]

𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!reader, john ‘soap’ mactavish x afab!reader, task force 141 x afab!reader

summary; You and Ghost weren’t the least bit pleased when you both were roped into Soaps shenanigans for a costume contest but deep down you’d do anything to see the smile on his face —flufftober day;1—

word count; 1.3k+

warnings(s); readers call sign is “coma”, soap having two of the most deadliest soldiers worldwide wrapped around his finger, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @silenthqll & @une-femme-de-lettres— OCTOBER IS HERE WRITERS‼️

“C’mon Hen it’s just dress up for one night” Soap pouted following behind you as you made your way to the cafeteria as you denied him for the seventh time in a day over the same thing he was prominent as hell over dressing up in matching costumes for Halloween and of course reasonably you declined

“Johnny, darling. You’re gonna drive me mad go sit down with Simon I’ll be there in a few” With a small huff the Scot was storming away with the attitude of a toddler as you stood in line for you alls lunch

Ghost perked up from his cup of tea in the furthest table in the cafeteria his chair against the wall as he watched the Scot approach him muttering things to himself with his arms crossed over his chest before sitting in his usual chair with a huff and before Simon could even humor himself in asking him what was wrong the Scot was already rambling of his troubles to the Brit

“You think it’s reasonable aye?” He spoke with a roll of his eyes while Ghost huffed mirroring his actions before grumbling under his breath his voice gruff and deep

“Sure MacTavish”

Soon you were walking towards the booth two trays of food in your hand setting them down gently in front of the men and taking your own seat nothing but a cup of coffee in your grasp as you had sparing right after and preferred to not vomit on your to save yourselves the trouble settling in your chair with a grunt as moments of silence passed you all Ghosts mask lifted below the tip of his nose so he could eat

“You know Ghost thinks it’s a good idea if we dress up” Soap stated suddenly causing the war criminal to clear his throat trying not to choke on the food in his mouth as you peered over you cup of coffee looking the Scot in the eye you gaze sharp like a siren as you hummed

“Is that so?” Your gaze adverted to the Brit who looked at you with blown pupils you had to learn how to read Simon since he pledged his face being covered like the plague but the main starter note you could give to anyone in need?

That man had more expressive eyes than a mime

“Come on love, you know the mutt it putting us against each other” It took everything in you not to chuckle or at least crack a smirk at the look he’d given Soap as if he wanted his head on a chopping block which he looked like he didn’t have an ounce of regret for the interrogation he caused and running out of options he pulled his last stunt

was is it petty? maybe

would it get his point across? absolutely

“It was jus’ a thought don’t worry too much ‘bout it” The Scott mumbled standing from his seat before taking his tray of half eaten food and walking away from the table with a drag of his feet causing you and Ghost to glance at each other little did you know that was just the beginning

💌💌💌💌

For the rest of the day the Scott was unusually quiet and only spoke when spoken to you picked up on the behavior quick and you weren’t stupid you knew that he was trying to manipulate you but you were sick of watching him sulk like a kicked puppy so when Soap had got up to leave the meeting room you threw a glance to Simon who stealthily followed in your footsteps as you went to go corner the Scott in the comfort of your shared chambers that had took too much paper work and a white lie with the help of Price about being married for you all to get to share a room and become each others next of kin

With non faltering steps and long strides you had made it to your room in a mere minute slipping through the door with no regard to see Soap standing putting on what looked to be his loungewear switching from the army print cargo pants, long sleeve compression shirt, and steel toe boots to grey sweatpants, a white wife beater, and thick socks

“Ye need somethin’ Bonnie?” The Scott mumbled looking to you with a tinge of mock sadness in the back of his throat that had Ghost rolling his eyes at the sight from towering behind you

“Stop mopin’ Johnny I’ll wear the damn costume” The words slipped pass the cloth of his balaclava into the air of your room accent prominent, voice gruff, and eyes annoyed and the Scott was as bright as ever again before his eyes adverted to you staring at him with a deadpan expression and before he could even start with his puppy dog expressions you were already nodding your head with the roll of your eyes

To say the Soap was ecstatic was an understatement and you began to regret your decision fairly quickly when he went on an hour long rant about what he wanted to dress up as and a even longer rant when you and Simon had no idea what ‘Mr and Mrs Smith’ was

So you had spent majority of your night watching the film with hushed giggles and laughter whenever Ghost would complain about the quality of the fight scenes which was fairly advanced for the time in the early 2000s But lt didn’t fail to amuse you when the blonde scoffed before muttering something like

“Amateurs”

“Yeah draw even slower you bloody daft”

But you had fortunately got through the movie in one piece before coming to the realization that

youd need two suits and a dress

💌💌💌💌

“Here comes the life of the party yea!?” Gaz announced as You, Ghost, and Soap walked towards the table everyone in the pub dressed up as a different range of characters you rolled your eyes at him a hint of playfulness in the mix of your eyes and before you could speak Gaz was gasping

“You didn’t!” The smirk on Johnny’s face was prominent as he wiped non existent dust off the shoulder of his black suit jacket identical to Simon’s who meekly huffed at the brunette as you smirked a fitted black dress against your body heels standing strong against the sticky bar floor and topping the look in the visible slit of your dress was a thigh holster that held a pistol that may or may not have been real identical to the ones in the belt of your partners

“You’ve done it” Gaz cheered along side Soap probably a few drink in dressed in slacks with a white button down that had blood staining the collar prosthetic fangs creating a small lisp when he spoke while Price shook his head at the sight of his two youngest recruits on their way to get a round for the first table the Captain himself dressed in jeans, a flannel, brown boots and a matching cowboy hat to match it was a sight for sure

You and Simon had took a seat in the booth making sure it was room for Johnny when he’d returned as you listened to Ghost tease your captain on his costume choice which caused a mock roasting session amongst them both as you held back the laughter in your throat

“Dinnae tell me party’s already started” The strong accent evaded your ears as a round of shots were placed in front of all of you

“As if anyone you forgot about you” Your voice carried sarcasm and the Scott just grinned in response before taking a Drink and toast it up which you were all soon to follow before downing it in one go

As you and Simon looked at each other you knew you were ruined

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[octopiys]

*Roach recording whilst Ghost and Soap are arguing*

Soap: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

Roach: *wheezes like a tea kettle*

Ghost, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab him.

Soap: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG?

Ghost: It's my favorite movi-

Soap: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, SIMON!

Ghost, putting his head in his hands: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y-

Soap: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

[callsign-bunnie]

First Meeting (Teeth and Skin) 1

Rodolfo: Wow, Soap is really stoic. He's not even flinching while I wrap and splint his broken arm. I wonder why

Soap: If I move even an inch, this scary bastard might snap and kill me. Oh god, I am so terrified

[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.

[tavtarnish]

I don't really go here, but where are the fics where Roach and Ghost are both pining over / obsessed with Soap??

[yourartfriend]

But what if TWO husbands?

Inspired by this post.

(feath3r this is all your fault)

[ghostsoapauthoryoink]

Apologies friends. Soap and Ghost are now my obsession which means Steddie fics are going to take longer. And who knows. A few soapghost might pop up. But I'm not good at writing fight scenes or military stuff quite yet.

Extinction series is one of the series I'm listening to currently so that might help a bit.

Anyways. Bye. Have a nice weekend guys. I'll try to work on some of the ones I had ideas for but no promises. And I'm gonna be busy next year most likely. Gonna have to put in some actual effort for school so I don't fall behind eight years or smn.

Soaproach, ghostroach, and all three are also a possibility just btw.

I might write them as nice friendships, a relationship, or maybe enemies or smn. Either way. Feel free to look forward to them or not.

Yes. Yes I do lol.

Anywho bye guys.

[captain-mj]

Love Potion <3

Hey, think of the consent issues you can think of when a person is under a love spell. Take that into consideration moving forward. Keep an eye on Roach.

Soap had been wanting to be part of the guard since he was old enough to hold a sword. He finally had been accepted, though it took a while to be able to. Not just because his age, but also his history of trying to sneak into the guard made them not believe him when he was actually of age. 

Mostly, he was looking for purpose in life. Some thing outside of himself that he could believe in. And what better than protecting his people from the evil things that tried to destroy his kingdom? 

Elves were constantly going to war with them. They seemed to despise them constantly and Soap did find their looks to be… alarming. The long pointed ears, the odd makeup most wore as well as the unnatural paleness they had. Being as they were the main sources of most magic as well, Soap found himself hating them. 

At the current moment, the current evil creature terrorizing them was a weird thing that stalked the woods at night. Soap was not sure if it even existed but he knew that most of the citizens of their city thought that and in the end, that was really what was important. Even if his presence was more symbolic, he eased their minds. 

Soap got up and started to pull on his armor. It was not a full suit, as he likely would not be going into battle today. Maybe some basic sparring but he wasn’t up for a lot at the moment. He planned to mostly just patrol and see if he could maybe get a glimpse at his Lieutenant. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley. 

Everyone was interested in him, but he only paid his Lord and Lady attention. He was quiet and sharp when he did talk and he struck both fear and… something a little closer to infatuation in almost everyone he met. Something about his presence… 

Soap was not immune to this effect. Not one bit. Sometimes, it felt like he got it more than anyone. When Ghost was in the room, it felt like the only way he could breathe is to look at him. 

He was sure that everyone felt this way a little bit. 

Soap finished his musing and left their barracks. He went straight to his favorite baker. In all honesty, the only retreat he was interested in was Roach’s company. He was lovely company, though he was cursed to be unable to speak. Soap had never seen a nice, cooler person. Even if he had a strange choice in headwear, constantly having a mask on to cover his mouth and a helmet on. 

Roach noticed him and he perked up, quickly scuttling off to get him a cup of coffee and some form of…

Soap wasn’t sure exactly. Just that it was a form of bread and had meat on it. He was skeptical until he took a bite. 

“Roach, if i was allowed, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

Roach blushed a bright cherry red and smiled even brighter somehow visible through his mask. He took his money, counting it quickly before dropping it in the cup he used for collection. 

Soap didn’t understand why so many found him off putting. Despite his curse, he was pleasant. He made idle chat, careful not to interrupt his business, just there to enjoy his company. 

“MacTavish.” Ghost whistled and Soap quickly turned around to look up at him. 

“Lieutenant! Need something?” Soap smiled politely, hands behind his back in a perfect parade pose. 

Ghost glared at him. Presumably. He never took off his headgear, meaning no one ever saw his face. 

Soap thought about it. Had drawn different versions of him more times than he could count to see if he could possibly get close. Like always, Ghost drew all of Soap’s attention. 

“No…” Ghost brushed him off and got some food from Roach. “Hey, Sanderson. Nice to see you.”

Roach fluttered his eyelashes at him and quickly made him a cup of tea and a… scone? Soap was man enough to admit that he didn’t actually know the words for most of what Roach sold. 

Ghost… lifted his mask. 

For a moment, a bright beautiful moment, Soap thought he’d take it off completely. That he would see the scarred gruff man beneath. 

What could he expect? Salt and pepper hair? Stubble? Dozens of scars? He was probably much older than Soap. 

Ghost lifted his mask to just barely reveal his mouth as he started eating. He dipped his biscuit into his tea before taking a bite. When he paid, he gave Roach a thankful grunt and ruffled Roach’s hair. 

Roach looked enamored, face bright red. He noticed Soap watching and quickly started to clean, looking very embarrassed. 

Soap tried to ignore the jealousy he felt at this entire situation and made himself scarce. Ghost was too obsessed with his job to ever entertain any of them. Least of all Soap. But seeing the rare moments where he gave out affection and it wasn’t directed at him…he felt so ignored. 

During the day, Soap mostly stood in one place and looked intimidating. At night, he hesitated between going back to his barracks and guarding the house of the town’s lady and lord. Logically, he should go to the barracks as he hadn’t been told explicitly he was on the night shift but it had been roughly four days. 

Just to be safe, he went ahead and went to their home.

Home was… well. It was basically a small scale castle. He thought it was honestly a little grandiose for his taste. 

There was no one around. Just a very soft silence. 

Soap gritted his teeth. Yeah. He was definitely supposed to watch them. Why the previous watch had not waited for someone to relieve them was beyond Soap entirely. 

He went inside to check if they were okay, but was unable to find his lady or lord. 

It didn’t occur to Soap that continuing to look may make him stumble on something he shouldn’t. He was too focused on making sure that his charges were okay and safe. 

A cracked door. 

Never good. 

Soap stared at it, hearing… something. 

Breathing. 

Anxiety rolled in his gut but he had to make absolutely sure his charges were safe. That was his whole job. The place reeked of roses, chicory root and jasmine. Nothing directly sinister but definitely seemed like the components of magic. 

So he silently looked through the door, just to make sure. 

Soap covered his mouth. 

His lady was in a knight’s lap. He knew the moment he saw the armor who it was. 

Ghost. 

That would explain his one track mind when it came to this. 

She had taken off his helmet, having tossed it to the floor at some point. Her hands ran feverishly over him as her husband spoke. He seemed to be ordering them both around.

Soap felt a tiny bit better than she wasn’t sleeping with Ghost outside of her husband’s knowledge, but the entire situation was disturbing. While he’d never fault someone for their kinks, he would’ve never guessed his Lieutenant would have such… proclivities. 

She shoved him down on the bed, due to his size, his head lolled off of it and hung down, giving Soap a sudden and very aggressive view of his face. 

Three things were noticed in very quick succession. 

One, Ghost was more beautiful than Soap could’ve guessed. Soft lips. Beautiful curly hair. A chest and taught stomach that made Soap wish more than anything that he was the one currently making his way down his body instead of the lady of the town. 

Two, he was an elf. Long pointed ears. Unnaturally pale features. 

Three, perhaps most horrific, his pupils were wrong. 

Heart shaped. 

Meaning he had a love potion on. 

Ghost didn’t smile. He didn’t enjoy this. Even under the influence of magic, they couldn’t force him to pretend. 

Soap fled like a coward. 

[amikoroyaiart]

Caught in 4k

[mactavishenjoyer]

09' Ghost, into his radio: "ROACH! ROACH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?? RESPOND!"

09' soap:"how the hell is he going to respond when he can't fucking talk!"

09' Ghost :"he'll make someone else do it"

09' soap: "that's the stupidest thing I have heard all day."

A random man over their radios :"EAST HALLWAY! PLEASE I HAVE A WIFE AND KI-"*gunshot*

09' Ghost, with heart eyes:"see, I told you!"

09' Soap:

[callsign-bunnie]

Here are some previews from stuff I've been working on just so you guys know that content is coming

Old Habits Die Hard - Ghost focused, SoapGhost, Oneshot Ghost is discharged from the SAS after a pretty severe suicide attempt. Now he's forced to live life as a civilian which is... pretty fucking boring. Hence why he jumps at the opportunity to beat the shit out of two punks who come in the rob the store. However, when it turns out they're part of an actual gang who has decided he needs to die... well, things get a hell of a lot less boring. Oh yeah, and he needs to talk to Soap, apparently.

Already Dead - Inspired by IZombie, Rodolfo focused, Alerudy, fic Set after the events of the Original Why Can't I Be More? It's been five years, and Alejandro and Rodolfo are now engaged. Every time Rodolfo looks at his ring, he can't help smiling. Then, he gets attacked, and he's injected with some kind of drug and wakes up in a body bag. This drug changes him. He's hungry, he's so incredibly hungry, and the only thing that seems to satisfy him is flesh. A year later, he's adjusted, but he's left Alejandro. No one but Valeria can know what happened to him. Can know what he is.

Matters Of Love - Inspired by Jane Austen, Rodolfo Gaz and Roach focused, Alerudy, Gazalex, Ghostroachsoap, omegaverse Rodolfo, Gaz, and Roach are all three young omegas ready to marry. Well, Rodolfo and Gaz are. Roach has... some apprehension of the idea. At the very least, Gaz is more than ready to marry. Rodolfo has yet to find an alpha he thinks deserves him. Roach has his eyes on a maid, though times mean he could end up in a lot of trouble if they're found out. Enter Alex, Alejandro, and Ghost, three very eligible bachelors. It seems the perfect pairs, and trio, has been set up but... love has... other ideas.

[aecxy]

HIII ERMM its kinda stupid but i wanted to ramble again. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY BUT. my brain dont work that way. COME EAT YOUR GHOST ROACH SOAP ANGST PEOPLE!

Cw// Mcd mentions! Suicidal thoughts but its very very subtle ? I’m sorry im still not good at giving cws :”)

A bullet.

He rolled it around his fingers, watching it shine under the moonlight. Smoke of the cigarette he had between his lips was covering his view a little, but it was alright. The ash of it was also getting ready to drop and it was okay too.

Simon was sitting alone, lost in his own thoughts.

He thought about many things, the lives he took for missions. Thought about the men who begged him not to kill them, telling him they had a ‘wife and children’ back at home. Now just rotting where he shot them, died with the memories they could create.

He knew it was an easy trick in the book.

Look eye to eye with your murderer, tell them about your life, your family, get an opening from them. They are only human after all.

Simon often seemed to forget about this fact. With the Skull mask he put over his face to create a wall between him and others, he also put a wall between himself and the humanity he allowed himself of.

When it came to work, he was just renowned Ghost. Not Simon.

But now, with his mask rolled up his nose just enough to uncover the tip of his nose and lips, he also allowed the humanity sneak its petty way into his mind.

He thought about Soap. His boyfriend.

His stupid mohawk, his smile, blue eyes, his smell. Body so warm against his own no matter the situation or weather. His laugh and accent chimed its way into his ears just from his memory.

He thought about Roach, his other boyfriend.

His soft face, mischievous smirk, his hands, pretty scars covering around his body. The grunts and hands moving so fast to sign also chimed its way into his eyes just from his memories.

Simon took another puff off his cigarette, not bothering to shake off the ash building.

He thought about the men mentioning their life again. Wife and children back at home.

He thought if he would ever be in the situation they were in.

Would he mention Soap and Roach ? Tell his soon to be Azrael about his loves and ask, beg for forgiveness.

The bullet he was rolling between his fingers shined under moon again.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know the answer of his own question to himself.

He knew he probably wouldn’t talk if the situation came to it and take his death honorably.

He just wished to see and hear his boyfriends just like he did now, once the situation came to it.

Bullet shined directly into his eye this time, making him slightly flinch.

And oh,

The ash had fallen just on his lap, where the dogtags of his lovers shined.

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson and Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish.

He selfishly wished that moment to come soon. So he could meet with his lovers again.

[klaart]

09 GhostSoap

Missing the 09 bois😪

Close up!! 09 Ghost design by AmikoRoyAi!!

He broke his last one,, should we give him another?

Laptop#51

He got it🤲💻

Laptop#90

He seems happy about his new laptop,,leap frog laptop!!