#platonic soapghost

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ghost: do you think I can make rudy my platonic wife if I ask ale?

Gaz: 🤨 what happened to soap?

Ghost: soap isn't platonic. Answer the question.

Gaz: idk ask him

~~ on a video call with ale ~~

Ghost: can I make rudy my wife? Platonically.

Ale: idk let me ask.

Ale, yelling off screen: hey, rudy! Can ghost make you his platonic wife!

Rudy, off screen, yelling back: what happened to soap!

Ale: he asked what happend to soap?

Ghost: he's not platonic.

Ale, yelling off screen again: he saying it's not platonic!

Rudy: I thought we already knew that!

Ale, to rudy: we did!

Rudy: then tell him I said yes!

Ale, to ghost: he said yes.

Ghost: great.

Ghost: *hangs up*

Gaz: .. so?

Ghost: he said yes

[lemonwrap]

Imagine: Ghost’s mask is permanently attached to his face.

It’s probably with pins in the bones, or something like that to make it extremely difficult or even impossible to remove. It hurts to eat and talk, so Ghost doesn’t speak much, and it keeps his identity hidden at first. It was Roba’s doing, of course.

It had been the 141’s job to take down Roba, which is why they were in Mexico in the first place and came across Ghost as he was escaping after killing Roba. They take him in, and Ghost becomes familiar with Price, Soap, and Gaz, the members of Task Force 141. Despite his trauma and initial reluctance, Ghost grows very close to Soap, begins to see Price as an almost father-like figure, and becomes good friends with Gaz.

They make it their mission to remove the mask.

[blood-grove]

odd adjustments

here -> part 2

adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader

× pairing: soapghost

× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.

× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries, (idk what the adoption process is like so were just jumping into it) <- more relevant for the second part but still here for a tw :3

It was raining outside again,

You were busy packing up your clothes though along with Miss Sullivan who was just redoing your messy folding which you appreciated she was rambling on about some old story about her own kids all grown up and gone.

"This is a very big move for you y'know hun?"

"Yeah- I um know."

"There a very lovely couple y'know—"

"I know! I-" You paused shifting a bit as you sorted threw your sketchbooks.

"I know Miss Sullivan."

She sighed as she smiled her eyes crinkling as she turned to you.

"This is going to be a great home for you..There good people! I saw how you got along with them so well"

"Mhm-"

"Oh dear I just- I'm just so happy for you.." She sniffled as she tugged you into a crushing hug which you just mumbled your thanks.

You felt nauseous as you zipped up your bag but mentally decided throwing up in your future forever caretakers home would make it ever so harder to try and act like a normal kid around them.

Which you were also failing at.

But they didn't look normal either, Not in a offensive way at all.

They were a strange couple very warm and welcoming though when they met you the shorter one his name was John? You think he was really trying his hardest not to overstep and you liked that compared to other people who had very much been too much for you.

The other guy? Simon, You couldn't help but think the man looked intimidating but cool the both of you didn't talk much when they were letting each of them have one and one time with you but when you did talk it was nice it was clear he was more of a listener than a talker.

The both of them were nice, You found out they were ex-military but not much else it was briefly brought up and they moved onto the pets they had at home two cats one named Old man the other Gunpowder which you thought was a choice.

They also had a dog named Riley you forgot the breed she was but it was clear Simon seemed excited? nervous? You couldn't really read the man well at all not to say he was emotionless but he was just very hard to understand.

Your getting lost in your own thoughts again, You sighed as you pulled along your suitcase the wheel squeaking as you pulled it along you've had it for so long your surprised it hasn't fallen off.

Shifting uncomfortably you walked towards the main entrance Miss Sullivan walking beside you you were so zoned out you didn't even notice. When you made it to the lobby it was just Simon in the waiting room you which you were confused but they were adults and both probably had jobs you figured well paying ones you guessed from how quick the interview between them and Miss Sullivan went she clearly thought these men where the best option for you.

He noticed you both as he got up slipping his phone back into his pocket, He always seemed to wear a black face mask you guessed he had some kind of condition maybe a germaphobe? Would be weird to get a kid if that's the case maybe its not servere.

"Ohh I'm going miss you honey—" Before you could even slip away she was already pulling you into her infamous bear hugs nearly crushing the air out of you as she placed a kiss on your forehead thankfully not leaving a bright red kiss mark there.

"I-I'll miss you too Miss Sullivan-" You quietly gasped as she finally stopped hugging you and you took that que as to go over to Simon before she pulled you into another one.

"You have a a umbrella?"

You shook your head as you shifted you weren't technically lying the raggedy old one that you kept purely for memory now probably would fall apart if you tried to open it.

He hummed as he just pulled out a small fitting umbrella from his pocket handing it over as he sad something to Miss Sullivan you were paying attention as you figure out how to open the umbrella before Simon started walking back picking up with uncanny ease.

"You ready?"

"Mhm."

The ride to your new house was quiet Simon wasn't talkative along asking if you were alright and shortly explaining why John wasn't here something about getting your room ready and making a special lunch which you thought was a bit much but who were you to say no to free food?.

a/n; this will just have two parts :3

[lunarw0rks]

some sad thoughts about the Terrible, Awful Thing in MW3

cw: soap's death, blood, grief/ptsd

whatever you do don't think about Simon forgetting what Soap's voice sounded like. what he smelled like. his dry laugh when he'd laugh at his own joke. the irritating, uncoordinated taps of his fingers against any table in front of him.

has to replay the big, scary memories to get his Fix of Johnny, since they're the only ones vivid enough to soothe him.

but it always leaves him emptier than the last walk of nostalgia. fists shaking, clenched so tight that his fingernails leave biting, crimson crescents on his palms.

or think about how someone would have to go through all of Soap's things, and of course, that burden landed on Simon. to decide to donate or discard the possessions.

Simon kept everything.

couldn't bear to throw any of it out, let alone turn to ash. ended up boxing it all up and letting it sit in his closet back home.

there's no trace of their friendship anywhere, anymore.

only an empty chair in the briefing room.

the empty bunk at base that 'no one's allowed to lie in again' as long as Ghost lives.

sometimes, when his knees can take it, he'll kneel and pull the cardboard flaps apart. fishes out the blue, glass bottle sitting atop some clothes and holds it up.

watches how it glints against the sun peeking through his blinds, as if to be sure it has the same amount of liquid inside as last time. it always does.

Simon twists off the cap completely. brings the neck of the tiny bottle to his nose, and inhales. breathes deep, until his sinuses tingle and burn from the intensity of the fragrance.

and suddenly, the memories flood the bedroom.

his unique brogue.

his punchy aftershave.

his prickly stubble.

how tightly he gripped his body that day, stayed with him until he stopped twitching, his cerulean eyes turning dull. sleeves soaked, jaw clenched, eyes leaky. the lieutenant's frantic hands trying to put pressure on the wound and no sooner, giving up.

how he choked and wept when reality hit him, concealed by his mask. and the way he kept his composure while speaking into his comms, despite his scarred lips quivering.

how his stubble roughed against Simon's cheek through his balaclava when he leaned close, making him shudder. the smell of him, still potent, but marred by the ominous, metallic scent of all the blood.

that woody, masculine aroma punches him across the face and lingers even after he screws the cap back on. and suddenly, he is reassured that he really existed.

visions of him appear faster than Simon can keep up with; all the good and bad.

the way his hands felt.

the way his eyes gleamed.

the way he knitted his brows.

the way he listened.

every bit of him. hard to miss. hard to hate. his Johnny always had that effect on people.

[the-diabolicalcow]

My favorite type of relationship is where one character is amazing at large amounts of affection, but tiny shows of affection fluster and confuse them and the other character is amazing at tiny shows of affection but gets flustered or confused at large amounts of affection.

[fictionalmenxyn]

[tamorisana]

Everything we ever wanted

Pure fluff Ghostroachsoap (soap mentioned) I wrote on discord no tw that im aware of but let me know if any needed.

Sharing the baker Simon brainrot I have.

Cutting and putting baking paper in place is time and focus-consuming. It's terrifying to see their significant other so focused on such a task like he is back sniping enemies. It's so strange, Gary never saw that Si would be baking ever again but here they are in "Warmth around Corner", it's 5 am and he is supposed to help Si with preparing dough and topping and cream and caramel but he seems to do just fine. He looks so pretty too, all the muscles working into creating something new.

"Bug? You with me?"

"What who?" a whisper escapes into the room before he can realize it. He shouldn't be speaking, even whisper, if he wants to talk in future. Did his dear ask to do something or just question? Was Roach sleeping this much that didn't notice it? Is Si upset by it?

"God, I can see gears in your head turning" he turns to him fully and smiles. He fucking smiles. And Roach is falling in love again. The sun just rises and hits the smiling man in that perfect angle. It's beautiful. He was bringing his hands up to sign as there is a kiss in his head

"Go join Johnny and Phantom and sleep a bit more, yeah? I need you awake and here and not somewhere in the clouds" Si holds his head when did he clean his hands from dough? so gently, holding it up a little bit to leave a couple of kisses on his face. He has to help Simon! He can't do all of this alone..

'but-' he signs.

"Don't. I'll take care of everything and you need rest. Go.." The man hugs him, despite cold hands cold from water he washed them under he is warm. Heater level hot. It's nice and comforting. He is already falling asleep, isn't he? After all these years of serving, they are finally at peace. Have everything they could dream of thanks Price.

'Sure. You are right. Sorry. Love ya' he takes his hands, rough from using guns for years and kisses them. He leaves quickly after not hearing a heavy sigh full of love Simon breathes out and a sweet "love you too" murmured in his way.

[trespassart]

lil wip for my ghostsoap fans because i don’t know if/when ill finish this 😔

[ghostismybbygorl]

Im having major writers block rn someone send me some fuckin prompts

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #4

I did warn you that I have a ton of these :D

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/reader stuff, platonic and romantic, also some suggestive stuff but I feel like that's a given with these dummies. Also has some Soapghost!

at some point, I feel like a masterlist might be useful.

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Y/N: Made you all playlists! Y/N: Ghost, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Y/N: König, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Y/N: And Soap has the ABBA Gold album.

Price: For self-defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Ghost, Soap, & Y/N: Okay. Price: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Soap: Bold of you to assume I have money. Ghost: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Y/N: Bold of you to assume I can die.

Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. Ghost: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? Soap: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. Gaz: Guys.

Soap: I just found out from Gaz today that when Sheperd died and the service did the 21-gun salute at his funeral, Y/N said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Gaz: What’s up with Ghost? He's been laying on the floor for like….an hour now? Soap: He's just a little overwhelmed. Gaz: Why? Soap: Y/N smiled at him.

Price: sees Ghost and Soap together Price: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Y/N: You mean… you ship them?

Y/N: I am darkness. I am power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Soap: A doll. Gaz: A cinnamon roll. Ghost: A sweetheart. Y/N: Y/N: …stop it.

Price, teaching Y/N to drive: Okay, you're driving and Soap and Graves walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Y/N: Oh, definitely Graves. I could never hurt Soap. Price, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Y/N: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Ghost: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Y/N: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Ghost: But I heard a siren. Gaz: That was Soap. Soap: Sorry, I got nervous.

Y/N: That's ridiculous, Ghost doesn't have a crush on me. Price: Yes, he does. Gaz: Yes, he does. Ghost: Yes I do.

Gaz: What is it called when you kill a friend? Ghost: Homicide. Soap: Murder. Y/N: Homiecide.

König: What is love? Alejandro: An emotional minefield. Ghost: A neurochemical reaction. Y/N & Soap: Baby don't hurt me.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[pupyr0arz]

SoapGhost platonic sex is so important btw. To society.

[octopiys]

Some soapghost to either fix or ruin your day

Soap has adhd

Ghost has autism

Soap is terrified that his love for Ghost is just a hyperfixation that he latched onto at the first sign of enthrallment. That it's not really there, just something his brain decided that would keep him happy for the time being. He's terrified for the day that'll come when he wakes up next to his Lieutenant, and feels.... nothing. Friendship, sure. Trauma bonded, definitely. But his brain decided to move on when his heart couldn't. That scares him more than most else.

Ghost?

Ghost has a hard time deciphering his feelings. If he's feeling platonic. Romantic. Hell, even just a touchy mood. What if he misreads a situation? What then?

We know Ghost is supposed to be portrayed as cold and emotionless in the new games. Killer, cold blooded machine. That was Ghost.

Simon's only scared that his lack of physical emotion too harshly masks what his internal emotion feels like. Like one day, Johnny will just snap, end it, because he couldn't show enough. Couldn't show that he felt enough. Felt anything. It was difficult. He had to really try.

And he did. Soap saw that much, at least.

Their fears are absolutely reasonable, as we all know they have foundation upon(Me, self projecting), yet they both work extremely hard to keep it... good. Happy. Well— happy enough, of course. You can only feel so much in their line of work, right?

Ones that don't rip my heart out this time

Ghost seriously considered getting Soap an engagement sword.(look em up they're really cool)

Roach lost a bet to Gaz, and had to wear a dress to the SoapGhost wedding. He killed it.

They don't have any dogs, (Soap's terrified of them), but they have a few cats, a bird that Ghost found and had insisted on keeping, some fish, and a singular moss ball that Soap keeps in a jar on Ghost's desk. It's name is Sherman.

Soap is shorter than Ghost, by a significant amount, so Ghost loves to hold things over his head so he'd have to stand on his tiptoes to get it. It was cute. You didn't hear that from Ghost.

Soap did goat yoga once, and dragged Ghost along with him.

Ghost will now not come near any goat in a 20 foot radius.

Johnny learned how to brew tea specifically for Ghost.

Ghost isn't allowed in the kitchen, he blew up their last coffee maker.

Ghost also is not allowed in the farmers market. He brings home too many plants.

The issue is, Soap killed a cactus. A cactus.

Ghost sent their plant children away on holiday to mourn. Price was not happy.

[blood-grove]

odd adjustments

prev <- part 2 -> part 3

adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader

× pairing: soapghost

× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.

× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries

The ride was long they lived ways out from the city which would be a change of pace and scenery.

Simon was quiet through the drive the silence wasn't uncomfortable it was nice you found yourself dozing off here and there along the trip jostled awake by the sudden bumpiness of the road glancing out of the window to see you were pulling up into a gravel drive way.

You grumbled quietly mainly out of tiredness you caught Simons eyes in the car mirror checking up on you as he parked.

"You can head inside out of the rain I'll grab the bags." Simon said as he promptly got out of the car with his own umbrella.

You quickly did the same heading over to the house where a cat waited behind the glass door seeing you it left.

Aw.

The door opened luckily it was unlocked as you stepped inside wiping your feet off on the mat setting your dripping umbrella into the umbrella holder nearby awkwardly shifting around as you stepped into the short hallway glancing around at the pictures on the walls as you made it to the living room the house was quiet aside from the movement upstairs which you could assume was possibly John.

You felt increasingly awkward as you glanced around flinching once the door opened once more Simon coming in holding both your bag and suitcase gently brushing past you as he sat them next to the stairs glancing back at you.

"You can sit anywhere you'd like" He hummed as he headed upstairs and so you did that sitting down on the couch as you slipped your phone from out of your pocket it was a bit cracked but it worked.

You eventually heard footsteps coming down John coming into the room with the grin you remembered.

You found the mohawk funny.

"It's nice ta' finally have you here!..I made some food so you can eat if you want or If your tired yer bedroom is upstairs first on the right its bare bones for now since we didn't know what ye'd like to decorate it with."

His accent was funny.

Oh you should answer.

"Uh um.." You just mumbled which got you a confused look with just made you tense which he noticed.

"Oh ah sorry forgot to mention- Cant hear very well out of my right ear n all supposed to be getting a new hearing aid soon So you may need to shout ever now and then—"

"I'm uh kind of hungry." You spoke up a bit more which John luckily heard this time

"Oh! Good Ah didnae waant the food tae git tae cauld even if its just sandwiches."

This wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be.

You had eaten chatted up with John a bit more he was a nice guy a lot more talkative than Simon but you knew that from the interviews.

Simon had come down as well not without John badgering his to sit down something about his leg and medication you weren't too nosy.

He'd seemed to be getting the dog situated as he brought her down Riley was her name wasn't it?.

She was a German Shepard you thought as you stretched out your hand towards her with a glance at Simon she sniffed it before licking your hand you guess it smelt like the deli meats from the sandwich.

You scratched behind her ear as her tail wagged.

You'd put up with the awkwardness of adjusting to here for the dog.

Simon and John started talking about something as you pet Riley the rain hadn't really let up and began to pour down a bit harder thunder rumbling out as John mumbled something to Simon the man getting up with a grunt and headed back down the hall.

"He's just going to check if we have lanterns in case the power gives out." You flinched as John spoke you didn't even realize you were staring where Simon had left you just nodded.

"You can go up to your room y'know still early in the day plus so you can unpack and unwind n' all." John glanced at you as he spoke you just nodded again maybe too quickly getting up Riley leaving your side and heading down where Simon had went.

You felt nauseous laying in bed so many things running threw your head.

Also there was a cat on your bed.

You were pretty sure this was Old man, The gruff appearance and the near mustache and beard combo look in his fur fur and the greying hairs.

You held you hand out for him to smell and he just looked at you with near human unamusement.

You pulled your hand back and went back to thinking.

Right.

God what were you thinking about even?

These are good people.

This room is good.

This house is good.

The animals are better.

Why do you have to start spiraling now? Always sinking yourself into doom spiralling.

Hypothetical's that made no sense as the storm just picked up outside.

You grumbled as you got up and started to search through your suitcase Old man had hoped down to watch you as you swallowed trying to ignore the nauseous feeling your now sweaty hands find your medication.

You fumble with the cap always forgetting how to open it before you finally pop it off and dig out a couple of pills swallowing them dry even if you know you shouldn't.

You just tried to focus on not hurling on your new floor taking deep inhales as you shakily dug your fingers into the carpet below sniffling.

Fuck.

a/n: idk why i had to leave on a sad end ALSO I LIED ITS GETTING MORE PARTS

[moider-time]

you ship soapghost?? any hcs for them?

Yeah I do! They're so cute together and ofc I have headcanons for them

Oh these two are such pining idiots. Everyone else can tell they're interested in eachother but those two just don't see it.

Especially Simon who is Oblivious™ like he doesn't want to believe that someone like Soap would love someone as broken as him

Soap was like " I'm in love with Ghost? Aight bet. He'd better prepare himself"

Once he knows Laswell and Price are cool with relationships between soldiers (they are bc I say so) Soap goes to town trying to woo Ghost.

Ghost thinking that Soap is just being super friendly cause he's never had platonic affection in his life while Soap is wearing a 'Ghosts are sexy' shirt.

To Soap's surprise, Ghost is the shy one. Soap has been in a few relationships while Ghost has never let someone be that close.

They really enjoy holding hands, even more than kissing.

They switch between who's the big and little spoon.

They refer to eachother as partners.

Ghost likes to lay his head on Soap's.

Soap calls Ghost darling, sweetheart, love and it never fails to fluster him.

Also he definitely calls him his good boy like in the game. Ghost with a praise kink? 👀

They both get possessive when seeing the other being hit on but it's especially Soap.

Soap's screensaver is Ghost accidentally trying to drink water with his balaclava on.

[plagues02]

Code Scarlet

Summary: It was a quick in and out mission. Get the information and leave, it would last less than a week. Nothing could go wrong, could it? Characters: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, Kate Laswell, John Price Ship: SoapGhost (can be read as romantic or platonic) CW: Trans people getting periods Word Count: 1,249 Note: This was written back in 2022 and was originally posted on Ao3

“You’re quiet,” huffed Ghost as he glanced back; his lazy eyes staring straight at the sergeant.

The mission they were on wasn’t exactly an important one. No, it was just a quick in and out for information. They left knowing they would be back on base in the next day or two. It was the third day, and they had one more building to raid.

Raid wasn’t exactly the right word. Everyone had already cleared out, and the few stragglers were either quickly taken care of or ran away at the sight of the two men. If they were lucky, the laptop they were looking for was still here, and they could take it back to be hacked into.

Ghost originally thought it was overkill to have two of them to go on a mission like this, but as the mission went on, he was thankful to have the other. He filled a silence that otherwise would have been deafening. A silence that became deafening when Soap decided to not speak for almost thrifty minutes too long.

The Scot grinned. “Aw, you do like my voice,” he teased, but Ghost knew him too well by now. The grin, the tone of voice. It was forced.

The lieutenant scanned over the other, checking for any possible injury that would have led to the silence. None. He was just being quiet.

Silence fell over them again as Ghost turned ahead, opening the nearby door and looking around the room with his gun pointed ahead. No one. Or anything but a few pieces of furniture. Of fucking course. There were about five more rooms left to check, each equally silent as the next.

The brit paused at the desk before deciding to double check the draws. When he squatted down, he felt it. An uncomfortable wet, warmth in his privates. He was lucky he was wearing black pants for there was a good chance there would have been a red spot already starting to form.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, lightly banging his head against the desk in front of him.

As a grown man who happened to have typical woman parts, he should know when his period was coming, and normally, he did. He thought he had another week so a quick mission wouldn’t get in the way.

“LT?”

The masked man looked up at Soap, who was resting a hand on his shoulder to check on him. He waved the other man away as he stood up once again, forgetting to check the draw. Soap noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Five more rooms,” he noted. “It’ll be quicker if we split. You take the right; I’ll take the left. Meet up at the end of the hall and go into the last together.”

The Scot didn’t speak, only nodding. They left the room together and separated. Taking about five or so minutes to look over the two rooms, they came back empty handed and ready to face the final room. Ghost met the other’s eyes, and Soap nodded back. They busted in.

Three men, two armed, one not. It didn’t take long to finish them. Their reactions were slow, and their aim was terrible. Bullets went right by their bodies but didn’t hit. Unlike the military men’s bullets. Before they knew it, the two armed men were down; the unarmed man didn't last long after he dove for one of the guns on the ground.

In the middle of the room, there was a desk. The masked man stepped forward to get a better look. There on top of the desk sat an open laptop, and the screen showed information they were looking for. Mission success.

Ghost started to reach up to his communicator to confirm the success as he closed the laptop. He was stopped by the scotsman. “Oi, LT, are you hurt?” he asked.

“No, he replied after a second. “You saw their aim, bullets went right by us.” Plus he would have reacted to being shot. Whether a grunt or just a step back. He did neither. “Are you?”

Soap shook his head, “Me neither, but I smell blood-” He paused before adding, “Sounds silly since we did just take ‘em out, but it’s,,, different. I smelt it earlier too.”

Ghost tensed, shifting his standing position. He inwardly cringed at the feeling of squishing between his legs. Why? Why did his period have to start during a fucking mission. The light stabbing feeling in his gut definitely didn’t help. His lazy eyes watched the other man, who also shifted. It was almost like Soap was also trying to get into a more comfortable standing position. His legs were shaking too,,,

The Brit’s eyes widened as a thought came to his head. The silence that had fallen over Soap not too long before he realized,,, his situation to the Scot mentioning that he smelt blood, even before they ended the lives of the three men.

The masked man reached his communicator again and actually spoke this time. “Watcher, found the laptop in one piece and secured it.”

A few seconds of silence before Laswell’s voice came over their communicators. “Great work, boys-”

“How fast can we get a heli here and how close?” Ghost cut her off, clearly hearing a surprised noise from the other. He noticed Soap looked surprised too by his sudden interruption. “We have,,,” he paused, trying to figure out the right wording. “,,,a code scarlet… double scarlet.”

The Scotsman raised an eyebrow, processing the words. His cheeks started to warm as Laswell spoke again, “Double,,, scar- oh, oh! Let me check-” A few clicking sounds later. “-Twenty minutes at the field about five minutes away. Spending them now.”

Ghost murmured a thanks, grabbing the laptop. He made a head motion towards the door at Soap and started walking before the other reacted. The walk to the field was silent. Seven minutes later, they made it to the field and sat down to wait for the final minutes. Soap let out a sigh of relief.

“Johnny-” Soap jumped at Ghost’s sudden voice. “-I’m going to ask again. Are you hurt? Not wounded, hurt.”

The sergeant hesitated, staring at the Brit who refused to look at him. He was still processing the comment from before, but he found himself speaking before his brain caught up, “I am. I feel like I was stabbed in the stomach repeatedly and someone left me to bleed.”

Ghost finally looked at him again, their eyes meeting. “It appears I’m the one doing the bleeding.”

The two men stared at each other, the words finally sinking into Soap. The brit placed his hands on the ground and pushed himself off the ground a little; in response, the Scot looked down to see the small red spot on the green grass.

A gasping, laugh sound left Johnny’s lips before he winced. He laid back and stared up at the sky, hearing Ghost place himself back on the ground.

“So we’re both trans,” Soap finally spoke.

“And we’ve synced,” Ghost nodded.

Silence over fell them for the final minutes before the helicopter appeared into view. The Brit stood up, holding the laptop, before reaching down to help Soap stand. The man in pain leaned against the other as they walked to see Price was the driver of the vehicle.

“Mission well done, boys,” He said, handing them both notable items. A towel for Ghost, midol for Soap. “Now, let’s get you two to base.”

[homosexual-radio-host]

Fic Masterlist

Am I doing this shit right?

Fic rec details

Intro post

Mw2

SoapGhost smut bottom Ghost

SoapGhost smut headcanons

König x male reader (Bottom König)

More König x male reader (Bottom König)

141 x teen male reader finding out he s/h (platonic)

The Last of us

Joel and platonic male reader hurt/comfort (tw! sa)

Rick And Morty

Rick x Ford Pines

Our Flag Means Death

Frenchie x male reader

Sander Sides

Sander Sides x trans male reader

Doom Patrol

Larry Trainor x male reader smut

Peacemaker

Adrien Chase x male reader smut