#johnny mctavish

[v1x3n]

[emmster]

Poem is by an unknown author. (Trust me I tried looking it up and couldn’t find them)

Heard this as an audio on Tiktok and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it fit Ghost/Simon so well. So a few days of hyperfocus later and I have a comic.

Enjoy 😊

[bellgraves]

[itsohh]

141 Leaving their partner to keep them safe

A/N: G/N reader, this was inspired by Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol which I've been listening to repeat for like an hour. Such a vibe.

Warnings: Angst

Masterlist

Gaz

It had been a decision that had kept him up for nights. One her eventually went to Price about. "You have to do what you think is right Gaz. This isn't a decision I can make for you." John has told him, face soft with pity. He didn't envy the position Kyle was in.

So he took you out, gave you the best night he possibly could. On the now dark beach he took your hand, sat down the pair of you on a public chair. The roar of waves in the background. "I wanted to do everything I possibly could with you tonight." He swallowed and let out a deep breath.

"Kyle? Is everything alright." He couldn't look at you, couldn't look at those eyes of yours.

"I won't be able to see you anymore."

"You- huh? What do you mean?"

"I'm breaking up with you. You're a distraction at work, I can't focus when I'm thinking about you." His words had a sliver of truth to them, yes you distracted him sometimes but it was never a problem. It was never something he couldn't control. The real reason had been an attack on a number of SAS operatives' families. Leaked files that had compromised a number of people. Some had died. Kyle hadn't been compromised or had his file leaked but it was still a very real threat.

It has put his entire life into a new perspective.

Eventually he made up his mind. "It's not your fault, I don't think I can be in a relationship at all. It isn't a fit with my life anymore, I'm sorry."

"I... see." You looked over to the ocean. "I thought tonight you were going to… I don't know what I thought tonight was going to be. Not this. I hope your career works out well for you." Your voice went from broken to stoic. Almost emotionless. Kyle wanted to comfort you, to hold you close but he didn't. It wouldn't help you, it would only help him. Kyle knew he had been selfish enough that night.

So Kyle watched as you got up from the public chair. "You can get your stuff from my house tomorrow when I'm at work. I don't want it." From stoic to angry.

"Let me take you home, it's late."

"Piss off Kyle. I'll get an uber. You worry about where you're spending the night." There was an anger that bubbled in your chest, hand clenched. Despite your anger directed to him, it was more at yourself. That you ever thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

Without looking at him you started to walk off, a mutter beneath your breath. "I hate the fucking beach."

Ghost

A single picture. One you would never know about. It was of you, a smile on your face as you candidly looked to the side. You had been drawing the curtains closed. A picture that you never knew and would never know was taken.

A single picture that had been sent to Ghost.

A single picture that had made him make up his mind.

Ghost had made sure to clean out all evidence of himself from your house while you were out shopping. That day he helped you unpacked. A smile had been plastered from one side of your face to the other. You had been so happy for his return, so happy to see him again. "I don't love you anymore." He had said those words when you sat down on the couch next to him. For a second you thought it was just a cruel joke. But you searched his eyes, searched that masked face of his.

"What?"

"Nothing more to it." He stood up from the couch and you jumped up after him.

"Is there someone else?"

"No, there's nothing that happened. Don't overthink it. People fall out of love sometimes."

"Can I do something to make you fall back in love? We can get through this, this doesn't have to be the end of the road. Simon if your scared if we are going too fast or-"

"-No. Nothing you say will change this." His movements were rigid, tense as he walked towards the door. Ready to vanish into the night to never be seen again.

"Simon-" Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes were big while you started at the back of his head.

"Don't call me that. Find someone that can love you the way you love me, because I can't."

Price

It had been a month. A month since work had been brought home. Back on your feet, the bruises had faded. Wrapped up on the couch a figure moved in the corner of your eye. "John?" No answer. You frowned and pushed the blankets off your body. The cool air hit your legs and you shuffled towards his figure. You could have sworn you heard the small click of the front door opening. 

"John?" He froze with his hand on the door, a bag slung over his shoulder. "Do you have another mission? I suppose I can't keep you here all the time." You smiled and he nodded. He returned the smile but there was something in his eyes. A sadness, a deep sadness. "Do you know when you will be back?"

"No." His eyes broke eye contact. "Let me go out this in the car and I'll be back to say goodbye." Before you could open your mouth he had pushed open the door and disappeared. 

True to his word he came back to the front door and opened his arms wide, welcoming you into him as he usually did. You hurried your face into his chest and your hands practically clawed into his shirt. A gentle kiss blessed the top of your head. 

Slowly you pulled back from him, eyes glazed as you looked into his. "You're not coming back are you?" 

He froze and his face turned into one of pity. "You always were a smart thing." His head gently started to stroke your hair. 

"Was it something I did John? Is there something that I didn't do? Is there-"

"-Shh shhh, I promise you. It was nothing you did. It's not you. You're perfect, too perfect for me. But I have to focus on work."

"John no please- don't-." You choked on your words, a sob ripped from your as you buried your face back into his chest. 

"I'm so sorry. Shhh shhh. Everything will be okay. You still have your whole life ahead of you."

"But I don't want that without you John please don't leave. I love you please, please, please, I love you so much I'll do anything please John." Your begs were interpreted as he grasped both sides of your face with his hands. His brows were furrowed and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. 

His lips pressed against yours only for a moment. "I love you too sweetheart. Please don't make this harder. I have to do what I have to do."

"John." He let go of you and started to turn but you grabbed his arm. "John please."

His shoulders tensed and his breath frosted in the cold air. John didn't try to pull from you, he didn't say a word yet the request to let go was loud in the air. 

"I love you John. I'll never forget about you."

"Forget about me. Please, it would be kinder."

"John!" You let go of his arm and sunk to your knees, watching him go. 

Soap

Graves's words rung in his head. Even after his death, the man still managed to make his life a living hell. "Heard you got a sweetheart back at home McTavish." If he hadn't been in the middle of throwing out the C4 there was a very real possibility that Graves's words would have made him freeze.

"Perhaps when I'm done here I'll go show them what a real man is. A real soldier. Perhaps be their shoulder to cry on. Then the second they get over you- make them mine. Will never think about your sorry ass again."

That final C4 has really made it truly satisfying to wipe whatever smirk that was on his face into smithereens.

The more Soap thought about it though, the more it worried him. If Graves knew you were existed then who else did? What if Shepard wanted to use you against him? What if someone else turned?

He could let that happen to you. At the same time, Johnny was scare. Terrified, he couldn't face breaking your heart. As much as he thought you deserved to be told face to face, he couldn't. "I'm a fucking coward." He hissed to himself, his handwriting messy as he finished scribbling down the piss poor excuse of a break up.

You were so peaceful in your once shared bed. Content. A mood that would drastically change at your wake. When you would find him long gone. Only a note for an excuse. Johnny taped the small note to his pillow and made the bed. You stired a little in the bed but didnt wake from your deep sleep.

In a moment of weakness, Johnny sat down on the bed. He lay down backwards so his head was on your chest. Eyes closed he could almost imagine the way your hands would thread through his hair. He could almost imagine that laughter that he would never hear again. "I love you." A small whiper into the darkness. With a deep breath he slowly moved forward. Still so peaceful asleep, he left, a final glance at the doorway.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Entanglement (1/2)

PAIRING: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Medic F!Reader 

A/N: my little contribution to the 141 challenge by the amazing @glitterypirateduck || but I was very tipsy when I wrote this and am very tipsy as I post it sO IT DOESNT COUNT DO NOT PERCEIVE ME || I WILL SOBER WRITE A PART 2 PROMISE

Prompts used: Military Base, Dude in Distress, Take care of each other (helping w/bath, stitches, haircut, sickness, etc.),  “Who did this to you?”

Part 1 || Part 2 || 

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The base is quiet this time of year—it’s nice.  The quiet is obviously preferable to the chaos, and sometimes you like just sitting with your thoughts in your cozy little nook on base.   There are a handful of people around, all of whom you liked, one of whom you really liked, but you’d bite your tongue off before you ever said that out loud.  Especially to him.  

And it’s like you’ve summoned him by just the power of your thoughts, because he walks into your little office with his hand clenched tight over his bleeding arm (that you had just sutured) and a large smile on his face.  His eyes dart around quickly and then come back to yours happily, grin widening from noting that you were the only one in the infirmary at that moment.  

“You’re a fucking idiot.”  You use your chin to point  at the leaking bandage over his arm, and start to gather your supplies.   

But Soap’s never been one to dwell. “Yeah,” he agrees, easily. “Go’ me here though, didn’ it, bonnie?”

“What happened?  Who did this to you?” 

He leans closer and whispers, conspiratorially.  “Very bad men, bonnie. But ah’ll keep them away from you, promise.”

You shake your head and turn away, having to pretend to grab something from behind you so that your charming, gorgeous hunk of a patient doesn’t see your shy smile.  “You��re bleeding out again, MacTavish.  I need to fix this.  Again.”

“Oh, bonnie, y’er the only who can,” he sighs, dramatically, and.  It’s stupid.  It’s such a stupid fucking line but  you still want to find somewhere to hide, your smile finally spilling out into your cheeks.

MacTavish is a shameless flirt.  Everyone knows this, it’s a very ill-kept secret, not that Johnny would want it to be a secret at all.  It comes naturally to him—stupid words spew out of him and suddenly, you want to cover your heated cheeks with your palms and look anywhere but into his bright blue eyes.    

He waits for you to look back at him, and you have to roll your eyes at the giddy grin he wears on his face.  

“Alright then, sergeant, let’s see the damage, shall we?”

“Oh the damage is far too deep t’fix, luv,” he says, but grins and extends his arm for you to look at anyway.

The sight of his blood-covered arm makes you wince in sympathy, and you start to slowly unwrap the gauze and tape around his arm before you clean his wound.   The wound on his arm looks angry and almost pulses in front of your eyes, and he winces and groans as you begin to suture.   You shush him quietly everytime, and try to concentrate—really, you do—but you can feel his eyes on your face.

When you look back up at him, he doesn’t even do you the courtesy of looking away.  No, the man makes eye contact with you, eyes shining.  

It takes you some effort to rearrange your features into the look of mild tiredness that you wear around him often. “Can I help you, MacTavish?”

“‘Fraid I’m beyond y’help, bonnie,” he grins, cocky and sure, and so fucking handsome.  “Though…y’could go out wi’me.  Might make me hurt less.”

“God,” you say, rolling your eyes.  “You know that I can’t.”  His pout makes you laugh, and you stand up to go wash your hands.  Before you get too far away from him, though, you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and squeeze gently. 

“MacTavish,” you whisper.  “We can’t.”  The words are insistent, and you put what feels like considerable effort into sounding like you mean them, but your attention is caught by the slow, almost hypnotic motion of his ridiculously pink tongue wetting his lips.  When your eyes finally meet his, you already know what he’s going to say.        

“You could, though, bonnie.  Y’could go out wi’me.”

“Johnny…”  

“Could make it worth y’while,” he whispers, suggestively, and this time it’s his eyes that linger on your lips before they come back up to meet yours.  “Keep the bad men away from ya, if you'd like”  His words are flirty and unserious, as usual, but God, does he manage to look earnest as he says them. 

"All of them?" you wonder out loud.

His eyes shine as you play along. He considers your words for a moment. "No. Not all of 'em."

“We could be caught,” you counter.  “Won’t your Captain have your head for it?”

“‘N I'd happily go out for you, sweet girl.” 

You shake your head as you write him a prescription for the pain.  “You’re incorrigible. I’m not going to be reassigned because you’re horny, Sgt. MacTavish.”

“Horny,” he gasps in mock-horror. “Horny?  Ahm’ here out of m’mind in love, hen!  Horny, she says!”  He shakes his head and his smile dims a little, but only for a second, before his eyes light up, wickedly. “Consider it.  We’d make bonnie children, aye?”

You freeze because…what is there to even say to that. 

When he kisses your cheek and whistles cheerily on his way out, you do find yourself considering it.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, just chatting with other soldiers happily :

Soap, pats Ghost’s shoulder in encouragement : Go over there and flirt with them. Just say a cheesy pick up line. Just like how I taught you.

Ghost, secretly intimidated inside : …fine.

Ghost, walks up them : Soldier.

Y/N, turns to Ghost : hm? Oh, hey Lt!

Ghost, internally regrets his choices, wants to run away & buried himself in a hole :

Y/N : Is there something you needed, Lt?

Ghost, trying to not be blinded by their radiance : ……I like my partners how I like my intrusive thoughts.

Y/N, was not expecting this :

Ghost : Fucking me over in the middle of the night.

Y/N, both disturbed & confused :

Y/N, also probably turned on :

Soap, watching from afar :

Soap, is disappointed :

Soap, face palms : Bloody hell.

[gh0stlyfixation]

5 reasons you’ve cried while pregnant

Johnny “Soap” McTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley addition here

John Price addition here

Tagging: @birthofvcnus

1. Poor johnny got the shot end of the stick when you became pregnant, you were mean. Pickles were something you craved and sheathed you liked them before or not, you sure as hell did now. But to make Johnny's life a little harder, it had to be the McDonald’s pickles.

“I just need a lot of pickles, like a lot.” Johnny says to the women at the register.

“Sir, I can’t give just pickles.” She tells him.

Johnny takes a deep breath, “I cannot and will not go home without the pickles, my wife is pregnant and mean. Please, I need the pickles I'll pay for a whole meal, please.” Johnny says, begging the poor woman. She walks away for a few trying to see what she should do.

She comes back, a very large jar of pickles, “on the house. Good luck.” She tells him.

You nearly cry at the sight of pickles and to the generous lady at McDonald’s. Full on sobbing

2. It’s month 5 and you’ve been on a silent hunt for a puppy. Simon's wife had put her mind on adopting a puppy after she adopted a cat. It’s all you wanted now but to no avail, you couldn’t find the right one.

You sit on the couch sobbing. Wet tears drip onto your laptop that laid on your lap. Johnny comes in rushing to your side asking what was wrong.

“I can’t find the perfect puppy. All of them are perfect!” You cry. He’s confused, he never talked about adopting a dog.

“Since when we’re we getting a dog?” He asked, nope, wrong thing to say.

You sob even harder, “I knew you wouldn’t say yes so I wasn’t gonna say anything! Now I can’t even get a puppy.” You wail loudly.

Johnny is confused about what to do or say, he remembers Simon telling him about his wife’s random outbursts but he never understood until now, just gotta agree and deal with it, and be nice! Simon told him one day.

3. This sandwich you ate was stellar, everything about it was perfect, but as it got smaller and smaller your face frowned more. Johnny notices your face scrunching up. “What’s wrong lass?” He asks you.

Tears form in your eyes, “it’s just so good, I don’t want it to end.” You sniffle. At least you weren’t having a break down.

“I can make you another one?” Johnny asked softly rubbing your lower back.

“Just like this one? The same amount of meat, cheese and pickles, do not forget the pickles!” You exclaim, pointing a finger at him as Johnny gets up. As long as you weren’t incolsable, he’d make twenty more.

4. You were angrier this last term. You were miserable carrying the weight of your already 10-pound baby, “fucking hell.” You yell as the baby kicks.

“I swear to fucking god Johnny, I’m going to hit you if you ever put a baby in me again!” You randomly snap at him on the couch.

By now he’s used to it, he just nods and lays a hand on your thigh. He hears the familiar sniffle from next to him and he sees you have tears running down your cheeks, “Sorry Johnny.” You whisper now feeling guilty for snapping at him.

“It’s okay sweets, I know you don’t mean anything.” He says pulling you to his side, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing soothing circles.

5. Johnny sits in a debriefing meeting with Simon and Price when his phone starts to vibrate, the screen facing down. By the second vibrating sound going off Johnny turns his phone over and sees your pretty face light up the screen, “hold on, sorry.” He says Walking outside the door.

“Hi baby,” he cheerfully says.

“Well, I’m glad you having a grand time while I’m fucking not.” You yell through the phone, obviously crying. Johnny pulls the phone away from his ears and the boys laugh after hearing you scream.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked, being very careful on how he sounds.

“I’m hitting every single red light on this 20-mile road and I’m so upset.” You sob into the phone, “like why can’t I just get a green light so I can get home quicker!” You whine with a broken sob.

“Honey, sometimes we can’t control the lights. Why don’t we do the breathing exercises together to calm you down, yeah lass?” He asked.

After finally calming you down and getting you through three more red lights, you were almost home. He walks back into the meeting when price speaks, “Our wives, they are crazy.”

“Yeah, mine is pregnant again, so we have a hamster now.” Simon scoffs, “mine is worse.” He finishes.

[buckysmith]

Christmas special 1

How the MW2 character react with you wearing something from them

Warnings: a bit nsfw 18+ stuff, reading is on your own

Includes: König, Soap, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, Graves

Ghost:

- He's searching for his mask like everywhere, asking himself if he has Alzheimer's

- he just can't find it

- he sighed before he try's  to find you

- he has to find it before he's leaving

- but you seems to be gone as well

-  but he  finds you after a while, sitting on your shared bed, like you waited for him to find you

- but not only did he found you, no, he found his mask as well

- he raises his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly at the picture in front of him before walking to you

- he lays two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up to him

- you're wearing his mask, and he has to say, he finds it quite hot

- „that's mine"

- „I'm yours too"

- he can hear the tease in your voice

- he wraps his long and slender fingers around your throat, towering over you like your his prey

- he doesn't break eye contact, not for a second, not even to blink, his eyes practically burning into yours

- he lets his fingers slide under the mask, only to lift it far enough to free your lips, but not far enough to take it off

- he runs his thumb over your lips before leaning down to place his lips on yours

- he's gonna let you pay for stealing his mask

- ..... but he knows why you did it, and he's not gonna refuse to give you what you want

- after that, he might give you the mask more often ;)

Soap:

- he thinks he's bonkers 

- he's doing his and your laundry

- but where the hell did his shirt go?

- He had a walk in the morning, and except his favorite shirt everything is where he had put it

- his sweaty shorts are there, his underwear, even his fucking socks are still there, but where the hell did his shirt go

- it probably didn't get legs and walked away of his own- at least he hoped that

- so it was either the dog or it got legs and walked away

- but even after searching every hide, his dog could have put his sweaty shirt in, he couldn't find it, but even asking you if you saw it and you didn't, he just ignored it, thinking it would appear somewhere in some time

- he had to leave a few hours later, much earlier than he and you expected him to leave

- a week later he knows why his shirt disappeared

- he didn't contact you this time, he knew you were already asleep

- when he got home he found you still sleeping in your shared bed, with only his shirt on, that still smelled  like him but also like you, probably cause you wore it more than just this night

- he slides his warm hand under "your" shirt and over your waist, only to pull you closer to him

- he smilies when you wake up, only to turn yourself to face him and to bury your head in the crock of his neck

- "you lied to me m' ulaidh ort"

- you only hum in response, not understanding what he means by that

- "you told me you didn't knew where my shirt was, seems I have a little thief living under my roof"

- oh- his shirt, right...

- "and I know you didn't found it, you stole it, am I right?"

- "yes" how could you denie it, his shirt still smelled like him...

- he knows why you stole it, not only to have something that smelled like for nights you couldn't sleep but for something a bit different...

- "let us see what is better darling, the imagine of me or myself~"

Graves:

- You weren't in bed anymore when he woke up

- But he knew where you went too when he opened the bedroom door, smelling the fresh made coffee and breakfast

- he finds you in the kitchen, only wearing his shirt and his boxers from last night, the shirt and his boxer you were so eager to take off of him

- he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and murmuring a good morning into your ear

- once he let go of you his eyes travel over your figure, biting his own lip as he imagine you to wear his clothes more often

- "you should try to wear my stuff more often baby, it looks perfect on you, even better than on myself "

- after that he gives you his clothes regularly, almost demanding you to wear them

- you don't go to the base often, it's just a bit weird for you to visit your husband at work

- but tone time you visited him

- it was a hot summer day and you were only wearing a short with his shirt on

- believe me when I say, everybody at the base would know his first name after that. Everybody .

König:

- he can't find his sweater, well he can't find any of his sweaters, not a single one

- where the hell did he put them

- he's sure he did the laundry, and even if he didn't, he should at least have one sweater, shouldn't he!?

- ok, if he can't find a sweater maybe something other works...

- that's the moment he notice that more than half of his clothes are missing

- he decides to visit you, his s/o that lives a bit away from the base

- you ofc welcome your boyfriend....in his clothes.

- you're wearing only his clothes, every single piece on your body doesn't belong to you-

- he just stares at you, not blinking nothing on his mind but that you look hot in it

- he imagine how he undress you piece by piece, freeing you from his clothes- taking them back with him...

- " Ich brauche die Klamotten"

- you raise your brows, a mischievous grin on your lips

- "you mean these?"

- man's gets a heart attack the moment you put his clothes off to give them back to him

- he leaves every single piece that belongs to him where you put it, he's not gonna fuck the chance up to see you like this again

- watch him dying  when you still have his shirt on while riding your "horse"

Price:

- he loves to see you in his clothes

- he gave them to you the moment you're his partner, cause as his partner you should show others men that you belong to him

- he loves that you always wears his shirt, even if he's not in the country

- you love to see him smilie just because you're wearing something that belongs to him

- there's one time you picked him up from the base

- he wasn't ready yet, waiting to get the ok from above him to leave the base

- but you were already there, sitting on his lap with his shirt on and a skirt, playing some stupid game on your phone while he worked on his laptop....

- yeah, let us say, you both quite forgot the time and found something better than work or some stupid game

- Oh and Johnny, Gaz and even Ghost are now traumatized for life.

- parents should lock their door....

Alejandro:

- the first time seeing you in his clothes would let his exe stop working

- he needs a reboot

-" are those mine?"

- " yes"

- "looks good on you, better than on me cariño"

- he finds it hot to see you in his clothes, but doesn't tell you that at first cause he doesn't won't to sound like a creep

- that all stops when you give him something "sweet"  while you're only wearing his shirt

- don't wear something from him when you're not in the mood, cause to moment he seees you he's into the mood

- he would never  force you to do anything if you're not in the mood tho- he just needs to disappear for a few minutes...

[v1x3n]

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Y/N: I love Simon I do. But if he keeps trying to make me switch from coffee to tea. I will eat Soap figuratively and literally.

Soap who was drinking coffee with Y/N spitakes sputtering: Y-Y/N-.

Ghost appears behind Soap: Think carefully about what you say next Sergeant.

[bellgraves]

Thanks for showing me this Misha 🥹 that was sooo cute!!!!!!! 😭😭😍😍🥰🥰

[vintagemulti]

a psa for those writing for johnny “soap” mctavish

as much as a love the works you’re all writing, a lot of people really don’t know how to write a scottish character (and that’s ok !!!! we get like no rep so) so as a scottish writer, i figured i should help you guys out a little bit.

dialogue

johnny has a VERYYY strong accent as i’m sure anyone can work out

however this doesn’t mean he’s suddenly speaking a different language

yes, a lot of slang is used and for a basic definition of scottish slang and how they should be used; use this ! if you have no idea of slang i’d recommend reading through every word

although we like to use slang, i can promise you that if we’re with someone that wouldn’t understand a word of it / someone who’s first language isn’t english, we wouldn’t speak fully scot (for example if johnny was speaking to alejandro or rudy)

there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he can speak gaelic. yeah i know this is an obvious one but i have seen a few people slip gaelic into his dialogue and that’s super duper inaccurate

barely anyone in scotland speaks gaelic (unless you’re up very high north or maybe in the isles). it’s actually almost an extinct language because the english pretty much wiped it out when we got colonised.

something i love to see is when he mumbles little scottish things under his breath. accurate af.

we say shite more than shit. and never ever will a scottish person say ass. it’s arse all the way.

we don’t call people (especially if you’re sleeping with someone !!!!) lass. or lassie. we call kids that.

pet names are normally along the lines of love, hen (my personal fave), sweetheart, little lady, bonnie (sometimes)

also, shagging is sex. shag, shagged, shagger. yeah.

mum not mom. maw, more commonly.

all that being said he does use a loottttt of slang so honestly go ham i love seeing scots language get used because it’s not been used in fanfic like ever before

culture

seen a few people write soap going mad for st andrews day

yeah no we don’t to that lol i barely every remember that it’s actually st andrews day

also, we aren’t all completely versed on celtic mythology. i could barely tell you the first thing about it.

in scotland we’re all kind of touchy, like we’ll greet people with a hug and stand weirdly close to each other so if that’s something you’re writing about it’s important to note that our personal space is really small

not sure where people get this idea from but scotland isn’t all sheep and highlands and fairies and like little huts

yes we have that but we’re a really modern nation and wayyy to many people have a weird perception of scotland

my man is literally from like glasgow (his accent sounds glasgow but don’t quote me on that) he’s not a farmer or anything

we swear. a lot.

KILTS. not skirts, very common to wear in scotland to events like weddings, christenings, anything formal really.

cunt isn’t a horrible word i literally everyone a cunt, sometimes it’s used affectionately

misc.

if you’re gonna write about scottish politics i beg you research it. johnnys probably pro independence and an SNP voter. google it for context

we’re really loud. and we talk really fast. yes, other characters are gonna be confused af

irn bru !!!!!!!!! it’s a scottish drink and ive seen one person mention it and i just about cried i loved it

in scotland you can vote at 16 and join the army at 16 if that’s relevant to you

if you’re going to write about something you don’t know anything about, either do research or ask someone scottish (im more than happy to help!!)

please don’t take these as complaints or anything !! it’s just very very off putting to see people make massive misconceptions and conclusions about scotland! i love that we’re finally getting some hype. anyways ask about anything!! <3

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

oh this is so NOT funny and QUITE gross of Johnny, but manipulating you while you're injured?

maybe your car breaks down and you (stupidly) touch the blown radiator hose. manage to give yourself some fairly serious second degree burns on your fingers.

and now you're dependent on him for everything, aren't you?

who's going to take you to hospital so you can have you fingers looked at? apply the anti-septic salve? change the bandages?

who's going to cook for you, and bring you hot drinks all the time? you can't hold any cutlery, can you? he'll feed you, though, there's nothing to worry about.

and of course he'll run the bath for you. he'll help you once you're in there too! you can't do clean yourself, you might break the blisters and that could cause an infection! Besides, your fingers hurt, don't they? Johnny will take your bra off, don't you worry. he'll get on his knees and take your panties off too.

and if you ask him why he's stripping his own clothes off, getting into the bath with you? well how else is he supposed to clean you? don't you go on being a prude now, he's lived with you for so many years, it's nothing he hasn't seen before.

and you are thankful, of course you are, even if you don't show it! it would be a nightmare to do anything by yourself, he's a lifesaver. you need him until your fingers fully heal.

and when you're warmed up from your shower, you thank him for his help. you're squirmy, uncomfortable in his presence, feeling icky about how he'd run his hands all over you in the bath. but. it's not like you could do anything about it. you're betrayed by the stickiness between your legs, and you'd just like him to leave your room, please.

but you didn't think that he was done, did you?

you've got burnt fingers, hen, how will you touch your tight little pussy? naw lovie, you can't even hold your little vibrator. don't worry, your johnny's here now. he'll kiss your little pussy better, you'll forget all about your fingers that hurt so much :((((

[saturncodedstarlette]

Philip Graves : I bet you guys can’t make a sentence without the letter “A”

Soap : You thought you just did something there didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employment the first letter of the English lexicon 🙄

Ghost : Fuck you.

[itsohh]

The Morning After

A/N: G/N reader, so I've been playing as Soap for a bit (I normally play as Farah) and ho boy Soap kinda got me fucked up fr. Like that voice of his? Shiiitt before I was like lowkey down for him but now I'm like HO BOY down bad

Summary: After confessing to Soap how you feel he spends the night showing you exactly how he feels. Now he continues that the morning after.

Word count: 2094

Warnings: Smut

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Waking up felt like one of the hardest things you had ever done. Your eyes had been practically sealed shut and you could feel the dehydration start to set in. Throat completely dry, your body attempted to make up saliva as you groaned about. The blankets on top of your body were barely in place. Rather straw all over the bed exposing bits of flesh to the morning sun. 

After you pushed off a rather particularly heavy blanket you stretched your toes out and started to get out. "Oh no you don't." A thick accented voice gave you little warning before his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. His warm bare chest met with your equally naked back and he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. "If you think I'm letting you get away after that you're sorely mistaken." Johnny's voice was huskier than usual due to him waking up. 

Memories of the previous night played before your eyes. Bumping into him just outside of his bedroom. The wide eyes he gave you when you told him you needed to tell him something in private. Soap hadn't hesitated for a moment to bring you back into his room, concern in his eyes. 

Concern that had relaxed and wiped from his body when you spoke those words. "I want you." Not the most graceful confession you had to admit but he took it in stride.

"How much of me?" His need for clarification came without hesitation. Was it just sexually? A casual thing, did you just want his body. It wasn't the first time he had heard that. He had jumped up from the bed, impossibly close to you, his chest pressed against yours as a hand brushed your check. 

"All of you." You could remember the way he didn't hesitate after your whisper, lips on yours practically tearing your clothes off. 

Back down in reality, he lightly bit down on the shoulder that he had been kissing moments earlier. "Ah!" You whined out, much to his amusement.

"Had to bring you out of your daydream somehow." He chuckled and pressed a kiss just under your ear. "What's got your head all up in the clouds?" Soap knew. Without a doubt, he knew exactly where your head was. 

"Thinking of last night."

"Good thoughts I hope."

"You could say something like that." 

"Mmm, was not what I expected when I left my room. Certainly not complaining though." He placed a few more wet kisses against your neck. "What was your favourite part hmm?" John whispered and pushed his body flush against yours. His cock announced itself, hard and firm against your ass. 

"I think mine was when those pretty eyes of yours were screwed shut and you were just blabbering out my name. Fuck you looked good bouncing on my cock." 

"Johnny." You whimpered out his name. 

"Mmm yeah it sounded just like that." 

"Fuck, I need some water. You're going to be the death of me." You gasped and he chuckled but let you go. 

"Suppose I did drain you dry of liquids last night didn't I?" With a stretch, he got out of the bed and made his way over to his shelf. Behind a book he exposed a few glasses and what looked to be a bottle of liquor. His eye caught yours and his face turned into a grin. "Don't worry, it's a bit early to be drinking this. Just borrowing the glasses." 

You followed him into a bathroom where he filled it up with water and passed it to you. The cool water was insane. It hydrated the desert of a throat you had and you finally felt like you weren't going to die from dehydration. 

"Does anyone else know you keep hard liquor in your room? Isn't that like contraband or something?" 

"What are we? In basic training or something? No one gives a shit. Besides, I actually got the idea from the LT." 

"Ghost keeps liquor in his room?" You stood in front of the sink and poured yourself another glass of water, this time sipping on it like Johnny was compared to your chugging of the previous glass. 

"Yup. Price keeps his in his office. Feeling better?" He put down his glass. 

"You have no idea. How good is your shower McTavish?" 

"Unless you secretly got a special shower installed, as good as yours." He winked over your shoulder through the mirror and walked over to the shower to turn it on. In the reflection you could really see how he did a number on you. Little bruises around your hips had started to form. Similar to the bite marks on your thighs. Soap really hadn't held back yesterday. 

"Little surprised you can still walk." He hummed and stood next to the shower door for you. 

"I think my legs are a little numb at this point." You admitted and headed over to the shower where he chuckled. You stuck a hand under the water and ripped it away impossible fast. Soaps eyes widened and you hissed at him.

"Why the fuck is it so hot?"

"What do you mean? That's how I normally have it?" 

"Your fucking crazy, that's boiling water Soap." You leaned in and increased the cold water. 

"I like my showers hot." He shrugged. 

"How the fuck do you have any skin left?" 

"Not my fault your skins so thin." You slapped him on the chest in response and he laughed.

"Ow you wound me, yah bastard." He continued to laugh and you tested the water. This time it was at a far more reasonable temperature and you slipped in. A loud moan left your lips as the water kissed your body. 

"Better?" He grinned and stepped into the shower behind you. "Fuck that's cold." He grinned when you turned and gave him a good. He laughed out, a meaty laugh that had his entire body shake. "Relax, relax." He continued to laugh and wrapped his arms around your body. His lips pressed against your neck. "You're adorable when you're mad you know that?" 

"Har har Mctavish." 

"Mmm like it when you say my name." His hands ran down your shoulders and arms. "Fucking loved it when you were screaming it last night." His cock pressed against your ass and with a step he pressed you against the tilted wall of the shower. 

"Johnny." 

"You know how hot that is? Only you can make my name sound so perfect." His teeth nipped at the crook of your neck and one hand got a thorough grab of your ass. "Think you can handle some more?" 

"Soap." You moaned, your hand found his hair on your shoulder and gave it a decent tug. A throaty groan rumbled from him and a wet slap of your ass echoed out. A light sting that had you pressing yourself against his hand. 

"Fucked this tight hole of yours nice and good last night but do you think you can handle some more?" He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your shoulder. "It's okay if you can't. I know I can be a bit much." 

"You're gonna have to try harder than that." You managed to groan out. 

"Oh, you're in for it now." He slapped your ass again and leaned for a bottle on a rather high shelf. You frowned for a second and gasped slightly when his slick two fingers started to press into your entrance. It felt like they were lubricated but you could have sworn that he left that in his bedroom. Did it smell… of strawberries?

"You better not have used conditioner to lubricate those fingers." He laughed at your growl but continued to scissor you open. 

"Nah it's lube. Silicone base to be exact, this is the flavored one. You already got a taste of my normal stuff last night." 

"Who the fuck keeps their lube in the shower?" You hissed out when he pulled out his fingers. 

"I do, look no one thinks twice when you see a million bottles in the shower now do they?" 

"And if someone asks why you have lube in the shower?" He pressed the head of his cock at your entrance. 

"Then I say 'why the fuck you rummaging through my shower?'" He slotted himself into you with one long push. Your walls hugging him tight but still remembering your previous nights activities.

Your hand balled into a fist against the shower and you rolled your hips back against his. "Shit, ohh fuck, you were made for me huh?" He pulled out almost completely before he thrust back into you. That curved cock of his hitting that sweet spot so perfectly. 

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He started a steady pace of fucking you against the wall. 

"Uhhh? How long?" You managed to slur out. 

"The second I saw you walk into that meeting room."

"When the pair of us got teamed up on that mission in Nepal?" 

"That's the one, fuck." He groaned as he buried himself into you. 

"We had just met!" 

"Oh so you couldn't tell I was undressing you with my eyes, thank god."

"You were?- Shittt right there." He lifted up your leg to emphasize the angle.

"Right here?" He grunted and you let out a long blabbed moan in affirmation.

"You were undressing me with your eyes?" You breathed out. 

"God yes, unprofessional of me I know. Liked to imagine that you had a nice lacy set on under all that gear. Maybe something dark green. Sometimes something black."

"Sometimes? This happen a lot?" You whimpered out which didn't do great things for your voice when you were trying to sound outraged. 

"Surprised you didn't notice it. Ghost certainly did." 

"Ghost- what?" 

"Keep it in your pants Johnny." He gave you a shitty fake over the top British accent which had you laugh out and clench around him. 

"Fuck." He drew out the moan and slapped a hand on the tile next to you. "Feel like I'm a wee lad again when I'm with you." 

"What?" Your laugh turned into a moan and a grin spread across your face.

"Been inside you what? Five, ten minutes? Won't be much longer with the way you squeeze around me, fuck." He buried his face into your neck. The hand on the tiles slipped down in front of you and started to touch you. "But I'll be damned if I'm cuming before you are. Want to feel you squeeze down around me. Like you did last night, fuck!" 

You let out a long moan as he continued to pleasure you, not stopping with his hard pace. "Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me?" He panted in your ear and you let out a small whine. "Yes or no, pretty thing." 

"Fuck, yes, John. I can- oh fuck I'm so close." You whined out all at once and you could feel his lips grin against your neck. 

"Yeah? Then do it for me. Please, cum for me. Cum down on this cock, fucking give me everything you have left. I wanna feel you- I want-"

"Fuck! Soap!" In a spasm of gaspy moans you clenched down around him. 

"Thank you, oh fuck, shit you don't know how good that feels. Fuck." Soap slammed himself into you and came with you. His cock pumped as much cum as it possibly could inside of you as he let out long low groans in your ear. "So fucking perfect aren't you? Shit." His cock throbbed inside of you to the point you swore you could feel his heartbeat. It raced in time with your own heartbeat that thrummed in your ear. 

Slowly he lowered your shaky leg back onto the ground and made sure you didn't collapse under your own weight. "So fucking glad we have today off." He let out through pants and allowed you to slowly turn around and face him. His dick slipped from you and the pair of you both let out a sound in unison. 

Soaps eyes widened for a moment and he let out a breath. Satisfaction and a slight amount of disbelief in his face. "Shit I just… still can't believe you here huh."

"Really?" 

"You have no idea, this is like some really good wet dream I'm having." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he spoke and pulled him in for a kiss. 

"Well, we better hope you don't wake up then."

[ellilyre]

My opinion on who's the big/little spoon in MW2 ships

Ghostsoap - at first they both wanted to be the big spoon, so they just didn't spoon for some times. After getting more comfortable turn out they both like both positions. Soap likes how Ghost can wrap his whole body between his big arms, and Ghost loves how safe it makes him feel to be held

Alerudy - Alejandro always wanted to be the big spoon, which Rudy has no problems with. One time Rudy insisted to try switching positions and since then Alejandro has never asked to be the big spoon again

Körangi - Horangi prefers to be the big spoon but his arms get tired pretty fast. König don't really care about the position as long as they're close. They switch a lot of positions during the night

Pricegaz - Gaz is very enthusiasm about being little spoon. i can't blame him i'd kill for Price to spoon me

Ghostroach - Ghost is the big spoon here, and he tends to hold Roach very close, kinda like a teddy bear. Although if/when Ghost has nightmares Roach would turn around and hold him while being face-to-face