#protective soap

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart (Part 1) (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

After an injury and recovery, the men of the force find themselves acting a little differently towards you.

Inspired by the Smiths and Cage the Elephant.

Warnings: a building falls, use of song lyrics, protective 141

Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Masterlist

SO I POPPED OFF at like 1 am with three shots of brandy lmao

The strings of a bass echoed into the open night. Electric steps, iron bridges, the river. Central town spinning away into the flurry of the night. You were running from phantoms, what had you done but cried into the night? Your phone long since turned off you were afraid to return to the safe house. Made up as a civilian you blend smoothly in, but the oppressive nature of their stares made your eyes water so you took your chance and bailed. 

Even in your distress, you admired London proper. You wipe your tears and stop your swift walk. You could hear music? There was a well-lit area a dozen or so yards, (Metric Sergaent) You frown as your Lieutenant’s voice echos in your head naturally. You grit your teeth. Nothing you did was right. In training he’d catch every little mistake, poking out your weaknesses without telling you how to better your stance.

What of Soap and Gaz? Your fellow Sargents and supposed friends. One moment they had your back then after your injury they joined Ghost. Soap would pull you aside and scold you for using your ‘bad leg’ or your hits were too low or high. Gaz just commented after you healed up against you even serving. It took three weeks for you to have enough.

You turn on your phone to check the time, and it rings with a skull icon, you answer it as you can pick up the music. 

“Fucking hell Sergeant where are you.”

“Doesn't matter Ghost, Fuck off”.

“Wait, Lo-”

You hang out and toss your phone into the river. You smirk, a sense of relief flooding your tense body. What had your valiant captain done about your concerns? Immediate relocation to a safe house for surveillance, with said team. Nothing of “I’ll talk with Simon” No you got the “You could be a liability so let us have three grown-ass men babysit you in the middle of the city.” You went to protest but he shushed you with a disappointed look that made you reel back. 

You weren't British, maybe you didn't meet his standards. He's the one who requested an outside operative all those months ago. You performed top of your class and threw your body and heart into the job working your way into being the face of the team. It was you whom they sent to comfort those who lost loved ones as collateral. Everything changed when you broke orders to save a child.

--

“Heart, Ghost, Soap Clear Out Now! That is a direct order!”

The building rumbled and air support had’nt arrived. You had about a minute until the whole place collapsed. 

“Affirmiative, Sergeants move out!” 

Ghost ushered you in front of him and Soap was already running through the dust to get out. But as you turned to run you caught movement.

“Ghost there is someone in there!” You try to trace the movement but Ghosts gloved hand yanked you back as he started towards the entrance. 

“No Heart-”

You gasped, there was a girl pinned under rumble! Your instincts take over and you shove out of his gasp with more strength then you ever though you could muster, Ghost stumbles and you book it back as he yells after you.

“GHOST, HEART OUT NOW THE BUILDING IS COMING DOWN!”

He had no choice but to leave you as you threw yourself over the girl. There was a loud rumble then black. 

You huff, odviously you had survived and the little girl you pulled out from the rubble survived as well. After the dust cleared the next day, you had lugged a beam off her and you and hobbled her out to seek medical attention. Once the mission had finished Price and the others had rushed back to find empty rubble, it was a joyous mother who led the foreigners back to their Heart. And there you were, in some small village a hero treated to the best they could. All you could offer despite the pain of your leg was a small smile towards to girl who clung to you like a baby. 

Soap had about given out before he rushed you with curses, poking and prodding like a mother hen. Gaz laughed, a wholehearted sound like melted caramel and quipped about surviving the sky falling. It was Price and Ghost who were not too keen, but you had a back up. The leaders of the village, who’s daughter and grandaughter you had saved, had what turned out to be excellent intel that you handed to Price with a smirk on your face. 

“Fucking Hell.” Was all you gotten from Ghost and his head in his hands with a deep sigh. 

--

What you didn't realize was how big of a deal it was to the Captain and Ghost. Once you got back to base and were put on a 3 month leave was when things soured. You were able to use connections in the village to work intel, something Laswell was grateful for, But Ghost  took this personally, giving you almost a disapproving sneer when he would see you out of bed. Price was silent. No yelling, no scolding just silent. Some storm brewed and once you fully healed and went back to training it seemed Ghost tainted Soap. The Scot became overbearing, making less hurtful comments. A Gaz, once level headed, turned into Price’s little shadow, you could tell from their glances they were communicating. 

After  three weeks of being stationed with them, fully healed mind you, you had enough of walking on egg shells, being the subject of Ghost’s anger and Gaz’s twists and turns. You didn’t snap until Soap had risen his voice after your pacing. 

“ENOUGH HEART.”

It caught Ghost and Gaz off guard in the small apartment as you turned wide-eyed. His eyes were stormy, set off by something you couldn’t identify.

“Johnny-”

“No LT. They need to learn their place”

Your hackles rose, you tried to calm the rage, how dare he?

“And whats that MacTavish? You four have been acting like I’ve been a virus since the day I came back! I worked my ass off to help you and this is how you asses repay me? Im not a fucking toddler you can drag around.”

Gaz went to speak but the glare you shoot him is venemous,

“No you don’t get say anything Kyle. You’ll  just go running back to Price and prolong this little ‘vacation’ Im sick of being treated like a child.”

“Sergeant” 

“Oh rich from you LT” You feel your nerves bristle as Ghost steps forward in challenge. Despite him towering over you, you bite back 

“You can take your Sergeant and Stuff it. You have acted like an asshole through these past 4 months and I’m sick of it! You three are grown ass men acting like children. Run back to Price and bully someone else I'm sick of this shit.”

And with that you grabbed your bag and stormed off, disappearing into streets of London the three men stunned at your outburst.

---

You enter the lit area to find a band and civilians listening to, was that the Smith’s? You relax to the familiar music. The main singer is a handsome man, dark eyes raking the crown with a calm smile before you lock eyes and he winks. Unexpecting, you blush and turn into the crowd. He begins to sing with a voice of silver and honey.

Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

And they're young and alive

Driving in your car

I never, never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Anymore

There is a little irony as you take a seat at the bar. Over the past two years, before your four odd months the taskforce had become home to you. You settled in quite fine, either bickering along side Soap, joining with Ghost or helping Price and Gaz with their reports. Seeing your personal skills Laswell insisted on you staying.

She smiles when you enter in under the arms of Gaz and Soap. 

“Hey kid, good to see you. 

You nod at here before Price enters, he passes you three a look before ushering the three of you out of the office.

“Come on you two, the parents gotta meet now.”

You giggle as Price rolls his eye as you turn you catch a knowing look from Laswell to Price and as you head out the door, but being dragged to lunch, you miss the fond look he shoots you. 

You order a bourbon neat, as you take a sip the chill of the night hits a little deeper and you frown behind your glass watching couples get up to dance. You remember that mission with a fond sigh, the bourbon reminding you of your tall and often mysterious Lieutenant.

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people 

And I want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh, please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home, it's their home

And I'm welcome no more

You tilt your head down, that mission oh. Something in your chest ached.

You entered the room in a shuffle, the trails of your outfit not what you were used to, but a mission like this called for finery. You stumble but pale hand’s catch your arm and tucks it in under his. You turn to the perpetrator but find dark eyes quietly regarding yours and you jump.

“Ghost!”

“Call me Simon at this point Heart”

You manage a quiet yes sir. He watches you with softer eyes before there is laughing down the hallway. 

“He’s a lucky bastard is what he is, getting to take Heart all dolled up.”

Johnny’s voice has your eyes rolling. After a few months of your service the Scot had accepted you with open arms, and the flirting, my god the pick up lines. You sigh fondly into your drink.

“I mean you could just ask them-Lt! You’re early.”

Simon doesn’t offer more then a raised brow as he and Soap meet eyes and Soap turns away. 

“Kyle please can you help me with this,” You lift the tails of your outfit in a huff. 

The man chuckles and nods, it was his idea anyway. His dark eyes meet yours with soft smile that makes you swoon. He offer you a hand and you go to take it but find resistance. 

“Simon?”

“Hurry Love. We ship out in 10.” And with that he lets you go. Kyle’s hand is warm and rough and he twirls you to adjust the back of your outfit. Soap turns to Simon, 

“The mask?” 

And to your surprise, Simon looks to you and nods before slowly removing the balaclava. Soap and Gaz seemed unfazed but you were surprised. A year in you had yet to see more then his lips from a smoke or a drink, but the soft blond hair and scars found you staring at him. He watches you but when you meet his eyes you give him a soft encouraging smile. And his lips quirk up as Soap fusses with his mic and collar. Simon just grumbles at him and you laugh, a chiming sound that has all the men smiling. 

You peer back through the crowd, how long had it been since you’d been out? You tip back the the rest of your bourbon and set the glass down feeling the sting. Fuck it. You drop your back and relax into the seat, the singer’s eyes meeting your with a smile as he continues to sing. You sway in your seat to the music. 

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

You and Soap tumble together, hitting the ground before rolling. The impact steals the breath from your lungs as you grasp at him making sure he was alive.

“Never though i’d get ye like this Heart.”

You sigh, he was fine, despite just saving his ass. He rolls over so his weight isn’t on you more then it needed to be. You are sitting almost on his hips, he grins at you cockily with a raised brow.

“Stuff it Johnny, I just saved your ass.”

“Aye and I gotta thank you for it.”

And in a sudden sweep he pulled himself up and presses a soft kiss to the side of your lips.

“Thank you Love.”

Your face lifts a little at the memory and your heart skips a beat. Your eyes close an you bask in the warmth of the crowd. Following that moment the taskforce changed.

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought, "Oh God, my chance has come at last"

But then a strange fear gripped me 

And I just couldn't ask

You hop off the stool and head into the crowd, heart aching for comfort and the hands of others. 

First it was soap, falling into your shadow, after the kiss your heightened senses saw his eyes on you everywhere. With other soldiers? One of the members of 141 was there, or he was, hands across his chest, standing guard. 

You were training with members of KorTac. The largest fellow, König had taken a keen interest in you due to your language skills and you found a calming friend in the man. Masked like your Simon you felt more comfortable with him. So when he had you pinned you squirmed and broke free. 

“Good”

His voice is soft, pale eyes meeting yours as you roll up onto your feet. You run at him before he can get up, but he shoots up and grabs you with a little yelp escaping from your mouth as you are then thrown a few feet onto the soft mat. You roll onto your back, the breath knocked out of you and the ceiling spinning slightly. 

“That’s enough!” 

Garrick’s sharp voice surprises you as his form appears in your settling vision. He’s quick to kneel down and check you out.

“I’m fine Kyle, just a bit of the rough and tumble.”

His soft lips frown disapprovingly,

“I don’t like you wrestling with him.”

He helps you up and you see König’s form looking out for you. You give him a small wave.

“Sorry Schatz” The nickname pauses you as you stand, Kyle’s arm around you guarding. 

You blush a little and smile at the tall man before a gruff ‘Sergeant’ calls from the edge of the room. You find Ghost leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at König before he calls you to him. You nod a little dumbfounded and before you can pull out of Kyle’s grasp the man presses a kiss to the side of your head. Then lets you stumble into the waiting grasp of the Lieutenant. 

You shake off the memory and your heart murmurs, but you ignore the hurt. For one night you were free from the confusion and rejection from your team. The crowd, seemingly sensing this welcomed you into their sway. A few single ladies sidled up you with wide smiles and pulled you into their group. You knew how to dance, you learned young, this skill pulled you into some interesting missions. As you sway with the ladies you recollect as the singer watches you. 

Take me out tonight

Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

Driving in your car

I never, never want to go home

Because I haven't got one, la-di-dum

Oh, I haven't got one

Oh, oh

Simon’s arms were steady around you, Price’s voice in your ear letting you know about the target. You had gone undercover as a couple to infiltrate a drug smugging ring. The leader was hosting a gala at a large mansion in the mountains. And seeing as Kyle and Johnny were on a mission that left you three on your own. You nod silently to Price. Simon pulls you closer and then spins you out on your heels. 

“Who knew you could dance?” 

You quip up at him, but he only nods, umber eyes taking in your form. You looked breathtaking and it stole the words from his lips.

FIrst Johnny then Kyle. You wondered as you looked up at Simon, handsome as ever in a dark black suit. 

“Are you ok Simon?”

He hums, the sound deep in his chest, then in a moment he pulls you flush against him.

“Target on the move lovebirds.”

Price’s voice sound in your ears in a chuckle. 

“RIght Captain.”

You sigh but Simon pauses in his movement, and you look up at him in confusion, you call his name but he just stares at you. 

“We need to move Lt.”

Nothing, but his hand raising from your side to your face as he leans down and kisses you. After a few seconds he pulls a way and finishes with a 

“Affirmative.”

Before leading your frozen self away. 

You lose yourself in the music for a moment, rotating partners in innocent sways, just treasuring being lost in the moment, But this song of course must end.

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

The voice is much closer and you soon find yourself face to face with the mysterious singer. He smiles as he sings and it reminds you of the final piece of the puzzle.

Price had fallen asleep at his desk, again. You sigh fondly and set a cup of warm lady earl grey aside. You move over to him as he mutters something in his sleep. You felt bad waking him but you knew you needed to before he slumped over.

“Captain”

Nothing, even as you call it 3 times. Finally desperate,

“Johnathan Price!”

He shoots awake, eyes darting around tensely before he finds you and softened immediately.

“You can’t be doing that to a man love.”

“You were falling asleep again, how many times do I need to get on you about that Cap? “

The man regards you and chuckles before he sees the tea. You notice this and turn to grab and hand it to him. When you you turn back around the man is standing regarding you. The moment then feels intimate and you flush a little, stepping back.

“Sorry I’ll just leav-”

“No love it's fine, and please if it's just us call me John.” 

He reaches for the tea taking a sip while his ocean eyes watch you. There is something there and you can sense it. After nearly two years of serving under him you grew to know him pretty well, there was fondness in his gaze for all his soldiers. But this was something softer.

“John, I…”

He finishes the cup and sets it down, listening wholly to you and you find the attention has your heart stammering.

“The others have-”

“I know love.”

There it is again and you find yourself pausing as John leans forward, taking your hand in his, rubbing comforting circles into.

“What do I do?”

“Up to you love. I am here for you regardless. You need to get some sleep.”

With this he presses a soft kiss to the palm of your hand and lets you go.

The next day your deployed to the small village and the following four months are hell. 

You shake off the feeling. After your injury they treated you like a child, like a burden to be kept locked away. You sigh, pausing, feeling alone in the middle of everybody again. 

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

The singer finishes with a frown. The crowd cheers then standard music plays and the moment is broken. The singer passes the mic to his member then turns to your pondering self. 

“Are you alright Love?”

His voice is soft and he stands a respectable distance away. One of the members of his band takes the mic and begins with Heaven knows I'm miserable now, continuing the Smiths theme. You almost want to laugh a smile lighting up your face at past (bad very bad) Karaoke attempts with Soap and Gaz. 

“There’s a smile.” He smile down at you and offers a hand, you take it introducing yourself. He raises a hand to the crowd and your new girl friends cheer you on as you allow the stranger to pull you into a dance. 

The next hour passes with another drink with your new friends and opening up about yourself. Nothing about missions nor sensitive information, but finding yourself in a strange position with the four men of the 141. A little looser you describe them all with a few giggles in response as you recount their crazy tactics. It was nice and you settled into the easy arm of the singer. His arm laid only on the back of your chair but under the watchful eyes of the girl group you got comfortable. At the end of the hour, approaching 3 in the morning the singer was called back on to stage. 

A new base line and you swooned as something a bit more American played. The singer nodded his acceptance to the bassist and began to sing. 

Sun went down, sun went down over Pompeii

On both sides, the vow was broken

Oh my my, I'm the one, tryin' to hide this damage done

One day, all our secrets will be spoken

He looked at you and gave a wink and the girls cheered as you threw back a beer. Fuck it. You allowed them to pull you into the ever thriving crowd. Your group drew into the heart of the crowd right up in front of the stage.

As we slow danced, I became your statue frozen

Times I wonder, are we just a puff of smoke? Yeah

Underneath this bed of ashes, still withholding everything

Like we were never close

The singer surprised you and under a breath he hopped down from the stage to join the crowd. He approached you with a sway and a open offered hand. You looked into his eyes with a twinkle in yours. The girls cheering you on, you took his hand and swung into the music.

Don't you worry, baby, no sense tryin' to change it

I'ma strike these matches, never had control

I'm ready to let go, no, was I foolin' myself?

I'ma spread these ashes, never had control

I'm ready, I'm ready

I'm ready to let go

Here you were free to experience life, a break from the bullets, free from the heated stares of the 141. Well, at least for a while. You would go back eventually, you bag had enough supplies for a few days. As you spun in the singers free arms flashes of green, blue and brown spun through your vision. You were a little under but still alert, but with the music you let it all go. 

Sun went down, sun went down over Pompeii

On holy ground, our vows were broken

We met up, we broke bread, I was blue, your dress was red

Ain't it strange? We both knew this day was comin'

As we slow danced, I became your statue frozen

Times I wonder, are we just a puff of smoke? Yeah

Underneath this bed of ashes, still withholding everything

Like we were never close

He pulled you closer in then, even if for a fleeting moment you felt your heart skip a beat. His eyes were obsidian, reflecting the lights like stars and he sings until he’s breathless. You wondered for a moment what could happen. 

Don't you worry, baby, no sense tryin' to change it

I'ma strike these matches, never had control

I'm ready to let go, no, was I foolin' myself?

I'ma spread these ashes, never had control

I'm ready, I'm ready

I'm ready to let go

But as you dance the more of alert of the ladies elbows another, her head tilting subtly towards the entrance of the outdoor bar, where a familiar new set of men appeared. The girl went towards getting you but her friend stopped her as four sets of eyes found you then split up. She sent the girls a look.

Let’s see what happens.

Meanwhile you know the song is finishing and you find yourself taking the hand of the singer and he pulled you into a light embrace and spun you out as he finished breathlessly

Don't you worry, baby, no sense tryin' to change it

I'ma strike these matches, never had control

I'm ready to let go, no, was I foolin' myself?

I'ma spread these ashes, never had control

I'm ready, I'm ready

I'm ready to let go

He stops with a hum as the music continues for a few paces then goes out with the cheering of the crowd. You spin on the pads of your feet with a whooping feeling light in your chest, but you then bump into someone. But before you can apologize you are turned around in their arms and your breath hitches as Simon is staring down at you with dark eyes. It is then you sense another presence behind you and between you and the singer (whose hands are up in surrender) is Johnny.

The sounds of the band drown out with the depths of Simon’s eyes. There is too much there for you to comprehend. His sudden appearance breaks up the alcohol burning in your system and you stand up straighter. Emotions swirl underneath his balaclava, that alone a straight giveaway to his identity. There is anger yes, that much is evident, but you see the stinging presence of worry and something much deeper you dare not name. You turn your head away, the weight of the emotion pulling your heart back from the sky.

The singer shifted looking a little concerned, but Soap was a wide wall of muscle and kept himself close enough to brush your back from within Simon’s arms. The girls however outnumbered the men and give you a knowing look, you nod and they pull the singer away as he nods. You see Soap loosen immediately before turning and forcing your eyes into his.

Stormy blue oceans, the depth of which scare you as he nods to Simon towards the empty bar. You sigh and force yourself to loosen in Simon’s arms. He passes you to Soap and the men pull you gently to the bar where you are especially ashamed to see not only Kyle with your stuff, but a in the corner of the venue, out of noting eyes was John. Gaz with your bag, drew towards you and the four of you reached the awaiting Captain.  

Johnny stood at your right, Kyle moving to your left and Simon towering over you like a vengeful wraith, and Johnny still had not let you go. You move to pull your arm from his, but he gives you a stern look, something of a overprotective mastiff. 

“MacTavish”

“Captain-”

“Johnny.”

Simon’s deep voice rumbles from behind. Johnny hands trace down yours slowly before he takes your hand with a sigh, the tension finally releasing as his pinky takes yours in a final embrace before he finally lets go of you. He huffs and turns away in a slight pout that warms your heart and you find yourself taking his pinky back with yours. It’s a small show but the way his eyes light up behind the worry makes your heart melt. The other men trace the action, Kyle’s eyes meeting Price’s in silent communication. You all stand for a moment longer, not daring to speak, but when the wind causes you to shiver, alcohol in your system reddening your cheeks, its the weight of Simon against your back that surprises you, his arms, minding Soap’s hand, come under yours and wrap around you, his warmth melting into yours.

“‘Were worried Dove.” He leans down over you until his chin rests in top of your head and you can feel the rumble of his voice in your soul. It’s Kyle that speaks next.

“That was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done Love.” The man frowns, but his eyes move back to the singer and the group of girls, then he eyes you again sharply.

“What if something had happened?”

Its hard to move with Simon's weight on you but you shot Kyle a withering look.

“Nothing happened, I happened to be having fun.”

“But he had his arms-”

“Kyle”

John’s voice finally speaks up and the man turns away to glower at the crowd, then he reaches a hand for your free one and meets your eyes. There you see a storm of concern, a deep fondness and a bit of protectiveness. 

“We need to talk Love, about the past months.” John takes command again, something deep in his soul calm again seeing his team together. But there was time in the morning to talk. He could see the exhaustion of the day creeping into as did the other men.

“In the morning, John” SImon’s voice rumbles feeling your form sway.

“Right Simon” he nods but before turning John steps forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. The action jolting your heart awake and leaving you flushed. 

“John?”

“It’s ok sweetheart, sleep, we’ll get you home.”

With that he turns as Kyle and Johnny reluctantly release your hands. This leaves you and Simon as the men wait.

“Si-?” You are suddenly lifted, strong arms finding your back and under your knees to lift you bridal style. You look up at him with wide eyes and he chuckles,

“I think I like the sound of that Love.”

And with a final turn to the crowd you manage a wave to the girls and the singer who shoots you a wink that causes a huff from simon before the man turns to follow the others.

Time to go home and as they walk, joking amongst each other with Simon’s soft voice luring you to sleep, You feel the loving eyes of the four men on you as you fall asleep. 

---- 

End Part One!

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[ravenmichaelisstuff]

A though™ because I am at work and got inspired.

Protective Soap 🧼🫧

I saw a tweet saying that Ghost absolutely admires when Soap stands up for him even though Ghost can handle himself. But I got a better idea or a nice expansion❤️

What if, What if someone bigger than Ghost is being a absolute twat to him? Making fun of the mask and not having a care, being used to the fact that he is always the bigger one, intimidating- even over Ghost.

Ghost is obviously not really moved or anything, at least he doesn't let anyone see that this bothers him. That the words sting.

But of course Soap notices, of course he won't let some fucking asshole mess with his Lt.

So he stands between the almost 3 heads taller than him man and Ghost who also towers over him. The Scot is not a small man by any means, but next to that block he is tiny, but so is Ghost.

Soap isn't afraid though, not one bit, not when defending his-- best friend .

And Soap has absolutely no chill about the situation, he is basically barking at that piece of shit, not backing away when the man tried to crowd him.

That man also makes a very deadly mistake. He tries to reach over Soap to grab at Ghost's mask.

That's when Soap sees red.

He is furious.

He never pushed someone to the ground so fast in his entire carrier. This cunt could have been big, but Soap was freakishly strong whenever he wanted to be.

In the end Gaz had to get Soap off of that man. They almost had to call for König to get Soap to stop, as Ghost wasn't helping.

He just stood there.

Cheeks blushing under the mask.

Eyes locked on Johnny.

Hard as a rock.

This was supposed to be shorter but I got carried away. Also I imagine that Ghost was absolutely useless for the rest of the day thinking about how Soap stood up for him, when usually nobody ever does.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

The moment Soap realised he was in love with Ghost he nearly broke his ass.

They were in a mission and for once Soap was playing over watch while Ghost went in for recon. There was no good spot that allowed him a full vantage so he has to climb a tree for it.

He’s sitting up in a tree, making all his usual comments as he watches his lieutenant make his way through the compound.

And it’s so stupid and so embarrassing that Soap swears to hell and back that he’ll take the mistake to his grave.

But there’s a moment where Ghost bends over to snap a guys neck and his ass is just on full display for Soap and he very nearly falls out of the tree he’s in because of it. Then the man so effortlessly pulls off another kill, looking like sex on legs and Soap suddenly realises that he’s in love with the man.

He doesn’t know what the hell does it for him or when it even happened but he watches the kill and his immediate thought is, “fuck, I love him.”

And that makes him actually tip out of the tree, barely managing to roll at the last second so he doesn’t break anything, before falling flat on the ground and groaning in embarrassment. He’s just lucky Ghost had found what they needed and was on his way out.

When Ghost realised he was in love with Soap he nearly stabbed the man in a blind panic.

They were walking down the halls of base, usual ribbing and chatter from the Scot bouncing off the walls in an all too familiar fashion.

Ghost is nodding along, giving noncommittal hums as if he isn’t listening intently and taking in every little detail he possibly could, when Johnny’s eyes are widening, hand shooting out toward his face and making him tense.

Ghost nearly throws the other against the wall but then the hand is going past his head and grabs something from behind him. Soap’s eyes are hard and angry, his body manoeuvring around him so he can slam the person who was apparently behind them in the wall.

Ghost is too shocked to do anything, watching as the Scot threatens the ever loving shit out of a rookie for god knows what. When he shoves the rookie away and said man scampers in order to escape Ghost thinks he’s got enough control of himself to try and ask what that had been about.

But then Soap’s turning to him, bright smile on his face as he gestures to the still fleeing rookie as he speaks, “Couldn’t have him ruining the reputation aye Lt.?”

Ghost finally realises what that had all been about and he sees the worry and understanding in Soap’s eyes because somehow, the man had managed to worm into his heart and figure out every little flaw and vulnerability. But despite it all, he’s still here, standing by his side.

And Ghost could kiss him with how much love overwhelms him in that moment. And in the very same moment he could stab the man and kill him for the panic those feelings induce in him, cause he’s never allowed anything nice. Not in this lifetime and probably not in the next.

[milkydough]

Back off.

[s0fter-sin]

09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure

that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. can’t convince himself that he’s safe

mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley

that's why he also notices when it starts to change

months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto

it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore

instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door

he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner

[doodlesdreaming]

“No more green lights, Johnny. We’re on our own.”

[yumethefrostypanda]

^Soap once Hassan talks about/in his native language After Graves answered they don't speak his language

[tanked-up]

Soap: Would ye’ torture someone for me, LT?

Ghost clearly pissed off: Can’t you see I’m busy? Piss off

Soap mumbles and gets up to leave: Sorry-

Ghost mutters: You know damn well I’ll kill for you, Johnny

(Soap grins and leaves the room)

Gaz behind them: Thought you told him about what happened with those soldiers from-

Ghost scoffs interrupting him: No need

[saucywendeee]

👻🧼 - Fantasy AU Dark Mage/Prince

[midnightemy35]

mermaid aven au from: @havanillas

i like to think that ratio had like a moment where he was mentally freaking out over the fact he literally brought back a dying half-human-half-fish that probably belonged to someone else and the fact that he now has to accommodate for that same merman.

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart (Part 2) (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

After a long night, you wake once again within the grasp of your team. How will you engage with growing realizations?

Warnings: Possible OOC of characters, kissing, learning how to write this type of content so bear with me.

Properly edited this time lmao

Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2.25, Part 2.50

“Nothing defines a man defines a man like a love that makes him soft,

And sentimental like a stranger in the park” Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan.

You dream of nothing but spinning lights and music that night. Its low whispers that wake you late. You dig yourself further into the comfort of the sheets but a set of arms wraps around you. 

“Stop moving hen.” Your eyes shoot open to find baby blues staring into yours. You sigh.

“Johnny why are you here.” 

You try to move out of his grasp but he tucks your head into his neck and chuckles.

“Not letting you go again, not after last night.”

You huff and wiggle but he just rolls over pinning you down with his weight.

“Johnny you're heavy!” Your eyes peer out from his neck and you notice the smell of tea. An unmasked Simon sits at the side table with a book, legs spread out in sweatpants, and a light black shirt. You can see his tattoos, as if feeling your eyes, his meet yours.

“Mornin’ dove” His gruff voice causes Johnny to turn over so you're at the edge of the bed. You were still in your casual clothes while the Scot had on a black pullover and shorts. The domestic nature of the contact softened your heart. But despite last night, the change in their behaviors still upset you and you wiggle again. Getting the hint, Johnny lets you go with a soft huff and you roll out of bed, hopping up onto your feet.

Simon watches your eyes shoot between the two of them. He moves his hand to the drawer behind him pulling out a large pair of sweats and a shirt. His clothes, you notice then you were in his claimed room. 

“You fell asleep last night Love.”

You are a little trepidatious, but the man stands, towering over you and setting his tea aside. You look up at him with large eyes, comfortable but visions of the past month and his biting comments want you to turn away. His eyes soften and he opens his arms. 

“We need to talk, but I am sorry. It wasn’t right treating you that way Bird. You don’t have to forgive me now or ever but I will make it up to you, I promise.”

He almost whispers the last part and you see his shoulder tense for a moment. The apology was more than you had ever gotten from the man and you find yourself nodding before walking into his arms. You hear Johnny sit up, watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. Simon’s hug that follows is one of the safest things you swear you have ever felt. Flashes of the dance in your mind, but you look back at Johnny and meet his eyes. The spark in your heart answers your question, he just nods and smiles. 

You let out a shaky sigh with the weight of the realization of what you had found. Safety and trust, that was a year ago but Love? Not of one man but two, but your mind flashes to Kyle and John, four? You almost quake in Simon's arms, legs feeling a little weak with what has transpired these past two years. How had you not realized? No, you did, deep down you think, but the switch up? Why? Simon's arms pull you tighter, one lowering to the small of your back. 

His head reaches down to yours as he loosens his grasp. He sees the emotion spinning in your eyes, keen mind realizing.

“Johnny”

Simon's voice calls out and the Scot stands to join you two. The other man's arms wrap around you as well and you find yourself in one of the safest places on earth. Simon's head returns to yours as he and the Scot share a fond look. One of Simon's hands grasps one of Johnny's and squeezes. Johnny smiles at him before humming into your hair and pressing a kiss there. 

“Guys I-”

“We know” they both speak at the same time. Simon murmurs your name and you look up to him smiling softly at you. Your brain stops short, the feelings bubbling in your chest. Fuck it. You shuffle in their arms to the Scot's complaint, but leaning on your tiptoes you reach a hand to Simon's face and press a kiss to his lips.

“Aye you're missing someone hen,” Simon grunts when you are yanked around to Johnny and he meets your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls you fully into his arms, one reaching to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss and the other swiping SImons hand in his. Johnny steps forward, pushing you against Simon’s chest in a searching kiss, seeking comfort in your lips and presence. He breaks away a moment later with dilated pupils. 

Simon chuckles against your back,

“You happy Johnny?” Simon gives one final brush of his hand with yours and returns to his tea. Leaving you in Johnny’s arms again.

“Been meanin’ to do tha’ since he beat me to it.” He looks at Simon in a mock glare but the older man just raises his cup in a cheers motion. You flush and pull from his arms in embarrassment but Johnny keeps you entrapped, pulling his forehead down to yours with light laughter. There is joy in his eyes and the smirk softened into a smile. 

“I'm sorry hen.” He offers it honestly and you brush your hand up and through his grown-out hair, then your palm traces his cheek. He leans into it pressing a kiss there. 

“It’s ok Johnny, just give me a little time. It'll be ok.” You then press a kiss to the side of his mouth and with the tax paid you finally are released. You take Simon’s cloths and go into the bathroom to change. When you come out Simon pins you with a look that darkens seeing his clothes on you. They are big, but you knot the shirt, pulling it closer to your form. He sits up in the chair as Johnny watches with a smirk as Simon holds an arm out and you take his hand. He stands up and spins you into his arms just waving to silent music as Johnny watches with what you can now call love. You reach up to his scarred face as he angles his face down. Fingers skim soft skin with a slight blur of stubble. He was handsome to you. With his eyes clear of the eye black you can trace blond lashs. 

“What’ is it lovie?” 

“Nothin’ Si” you lean against his sturdy chest you can hear the hammering of his heart as he cradles you, hand soothing your hair and other hand tracing circles.

“Loves, Captain is back.” 

Simon hums and releases you, allowing Johnny to take your hand and pull you towards the door. He opens it and steps out, pulling you with Simon following and closing the door to his room. In the living area you find Kyle in a tank top and joggers fresh from a run and shower. 

Kyle sees your hand in Johnny’s and Simon's demeanor. His eyes then look to you and Simon's closeness and his cocky grin grows and he raises a brow at you. You roll your eyes before approaching him, dropping Johnny's hand a raising yours in an offering. Kyle takes it and holds your palms upwards, entangling your fingers, a shit-eating grin now fully on his face. 

“Don’t get cocky Kyle.”

Simon takes his cup into the kitchen and Johnny follows like a puppy. Their voices dropping into murmurs. Kyle pulls your hand and pecks out his lips. 

“Do I get a kiss to love?”

You smile at him fondly, Ever the cheeky gentleman. You do him one better. You yank the unexpecting man into a confident kiss. He chuffs, humor dancing in his eyes before they close, his hands come to either side of your head and neck and he pulls you into a frantic kiss. Pent up feelings come out in his lips as he turns you and backs you against the closest wall, His hand cradles your head as you pull apart for a breath.

John’s chuckle permeates the room and Johnny peeks his head out to see you between the wall and Kyle. 

“Dam-”

“Can it sudz” You bring your hands up to Kyle's chest, muscles firm and warm. You press a shy peck to his jaw and he smiles, eyes lit like he just won the lottery. His face tilts back and his laughter draws Simon from the kitchen.

“John”

John sets a pair of bags with takeout on the table. He looks to Soap, Simon, and Kyle then you. As his blue eyes land on you they shine. He looks younger, mirth taking his features. There is a sense of family that suddenly fills your heart. You move past Kyle to your Captain. He looks at you with quiet comfort, studied eyes from many long nights working together. You shy away from his gaze.

“We were scared we almost lost you.”

It’s John that finally answers your twisting thoughts. You look back up to him. 

“You’d have to do better than that Captain to take me.”

He just tilts his head. The past four months weighed on him. He’s lost a lot in his later years but what he’s built here was his life now. And you had squeezed your way into the tight-knit group with your, well he chuckles, heart and skills. You fought with Johnny, spent hours with Kyle talking into the night, had quiet drinks with Simon, and spent long nights helping him with work. You particularly won over Laswell, learning about John and getting along with his good friend. Acquiring you that fateful day had been one of the best decisions he ever made. 

He and Kyle would talk about you on missions, though he would never admit it, despite the knowing looks between Johnny and Simon. Simon had approached him one night over an old cigar and a drink. The men had a long history, but it caught him a little off guard.

It was a night you and Gaz had been dragged into a pub by Soap for the game. Simon had sought him out with a bottle of gifted Kentucky Bourbon brought over from the States by you for him. They sat outside in the warmth of a fine evening. 

Simon was blunt, a man of few words and fewer spoken truths. 

“You like them.”

It is a simple utterance from the masked man. He stares out into the wilderness surrounding the base, home, for the month at least. Yet, John’s eyes catch Simon’s fingers dancing at the edge of the glass. He sets his glass down and puts a hand on Simon's shoulder. He offers the next piece of the puzzle in a simple name:

“MacTavish.” Simons answers one with his own. 

“Garrick.”

Simon’s shoulders loosen under the weight of Price’s hand. They both understand each other in the moment, brown eyes meeting blue. They awaited the return of their sergeants, keeping each other quiet company. 

“John?’ You set a hand on his arm and he takes it in his opposite hand.

“I’m sorry my dear.”

You pull his arms open and slot yourself within them. Head to his chest, his heart beats faster than Simon’s, and the scent of Lady Earl Gray and smoke permeates. You feel one of the others, Kyle. step forward.

His hand comes to rest on the small of your back while the other rests on John's arm. The support has you reaching a hand up to your captain's face and staring into his stormy eyes. The man who carried the world on his shoulders would offer it to you at a moment's notice and the new feelings shook up everything these past months. The fear of losing you, what it would do to not only him but the men he cared for. 

“Johnathan”

He chuckles. And you decide to shoulder some of the burden.

“Eyes on me Captain?”

You ask with a fond smile,

“It's John to you dear.” 

He then pulls a hand to your face and finally meets your lips. He cradles you like a precious object and deepens the kiss with an expertise that makes you melt. The brush of his beard tickles as you part. He offers you a smile before pulling you into another embrace. There is a sturdy strength in his arms as he pulls your head into his chest. A quiet takes the room as the men watch you take in the love being offered.

Finally, there was peace, a cutting of the tension that had built over the past months. Kyle and Johnny share a knowing smile while Simon just shakes his head a fond smile on his face. The moment between the team, the whole team. You all had been through hell together, each pair of men having formed their bonds before your arrival but you had just cemented the love between them. 

But as the moment lingers there is a rumble in your stomach that has Johnny laughing.

“Aye captain let the poor sergeant eat.”

He nods and releases you as he digs through the bags pulling out 5 take-out containers. Kyle pulls you to the table, plopping you down next to him with a kiss on the side of your head as Johnny takes the other side. Simon and John take the ends of the table and you feel for the first time in a while, complete. As you all eat the room fills with laughter and conversation and you all begin to eat. 

Johnny’s hand eventually drops to your knee as he talks, laughing with Kyle about something or another. You grasp his hand and squeeze it and he glances at you from the corner of his eye with a smile. The time passes well into the afternoon before John has to return to base.

---

“Am I good to return to missions?”

The question catches John in a sore spot as he is sorting gear into a duffle in Kyle’s room.

“Love, I-”

Simon lingers in the doorway suddenly before entering as you cross your arms and pin your captain with a stern look. Simon enters and he and John share a look.

“Let 'em back John, it's time.”

Price looks to his lieutenant, Simon's eyes a command of their own. John sighs and nods.

“No more surveillance. I caused all this mess in the first place. Alright sergeant, back to work for you soon,” he steps forward with a darkening look in his eyes. 

“But no more breaking orders. You did the right thing but we cannot risk losing you.”

His voice is gruff but the look he gives you is smouldering. Of all the men, he had been the most guarded with you, due to the nature of the others and his position as leader. The team rose and fell by his lead and a switch up in order could change team dynamics. The authority sends a tingle down your spine and you nod. A smile slips onto your face and you are ecstatic to be finally able to work normally again. 

“Yes, Captain.”

He watches your apparent excitement with a beam of pride. 

“Good Love.” He murmurs and you feel a blush heat up your face at his tone. At his pride, a surge of want flows through you. He chuckles and turns to pick up his duffle bag to leave. He nods to Simon and moves to pass you up but you grab his hand.

“What is it dear?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, he smirks, setting the duffle bag to the side again and moving his hands to your waist.

“Not had enough Love?” He asks, head tilting in question. 

You shake your head then seek out his lips in a fervent kiss. Price doesn't expect it but shortly leans into it with an exhale from his nose. His right hand traces from your waist to the small of your back as he pulls you against him, deepening the kiss. Months of pining come out, seeing the others make their moves, and being on the sidelines has John pushing for more. The reserve of the Captain was tested these past months. Not being able to go back despite Soap’s protesting has caused a rift between the two men. For all he knew you died but they had a mission to complete and Simon dragged Johnny away from the rubble with a grave stoicism. In his mind, flashes of your defiant smile, escaping reprimand and delivering intel, you were something else. 

But it was a comment from Laswell that had brought upon the ‘babysitting’ as Kyle had called it:

It was a month into your recovery when Laswell had pulled Price aside. 

“John,” she sets a file, your file on his desk, the man looks up with an inquisitive look. 

“You’ve got bad news Kate.” It is not a question, he can read her face. 

“Their old Captain wants Heart back after recovery.” She passes him a packet, one glance makes him frown. Due to your collection of intel, your old captain, the one who originally wanted you transferred, wanted you back. Apparently, serving with the 141 had made you valuable merchandise, the bastard. 

Reading the missive something ugly turned in Price’s mind. Something possessive as he scoffed and tossed the form aside. Kate just smiled, expecting this exact reaction. She watched a storm pass over his eyes.

“The muppet has another thing coming if he thinks he is taking my Sergeant.”

It was all he offered before he handed the paper back, but Kate shook her head.

“I’m afraid it is not that simple,” she hands him an order, “it's coming from higher sources as well. They are not your soldier in paper terms.”

This statement has Price setting a fist down a glow in his eyes,

“I'll be damned if you think you are taking Heart from this team.”

Kate smirks, 

“I figured you’d say that.” She then pulled another file from her bag, 

“Here is something to keep Heart and the Boys busy after they recover. It’s not more than a month or so but it should buy us some time. Try to keep them out of the spotlight. Any more hero acts will get more people talking.”

With that, she leaves John with the plans for an ‘intelligence mission’ and leaves.

The boys, ever perceptive, found out somehow. Gaz caught on first, seeing his Captain tense every time he caught a glance at the forms. Simon figured out something was up as soon as Price commented on Heart working intel while on bed rest. His perceptive eyes met Price’s as he pulled him aside privately. 

“What’s wrong John.” Simon’s mask comes off the moment the man closes the door to his office. John doesn't reply at first, instead choosing to drop himself into his seat and pull out the paperwork from its hidden position under the trash stack. 

“See for yourself, Simon.” He hands the taller man the paperwork who then pages through it. A few minutes follow with silence and the occasional page turn as Simon reads. John can tell when he reaches the orders because there is a gruff, ‘bullshit’, under his breath as he turns back to Price.

“This won't stand,” Simon says like an order, Price hands him Laswell's mission next. A smirk rose to his face.

“Laswell is good.”

“She is the best. Prolong it, Simon, as long as you can. I will need time to work this mess out.”

Simon nods but before he leaves he sets a hand on John. No words were said but the two shared a look before Simon once again pulled his mask on and left.

Johnny learns from Simon the next night as the two go out for drinks. 

“No” Johnny is seeing red, rage simmering behind a straight face, but there is tension as he nurses his glass of Scotch. Simon sets a steady hand on the man's knee but he is still tense.

“I know Johnny, we won’t lose them.”

“Not if I can help it.”

With that Johnny downed his drink and pulled himself closer to Simon.

“We’ll figure something out.”

John returns to the kiss with newfound vigor as you soften against him.

“Sweet thing” 

It's from Simon as he sits down, watching the scene. John smiles breaking the kiss then dipping down your neck and pressing a final kiss there. He lingers for a moment longer before pulling back and releasing you. 

“We’ll talk back at base. Got a problem that needs solving.”

You want to press him for more information but the tired look in his eyes silences you. You frown at the tension in his shoulders as he grabs his bag and heads out the door.

“Si?”

The man stands and approaches you, a hand moving to your face in comfort.

“It'll be alright Dove.” 

You hear laughter in the main room then, Kyle, Johnny, and John’s voices resounding together in some comraderic harmony. You smile then head turning to the door as you cover Simon's hand with your own.

“Yes, I believe it will.”

---

Fin part two: 

I am new to writing poly so I just went with what felt natural to me. This turned out to be a little Simon-centric, but I'm thinking of having one-shots with all of the boys. Any guidance/opinions are welcome!

Taglist: @ghostlythots, @00ops1e, @rafaelacallinybbay, @iloveslasher, @character---obsessed

[jokest3r]

No further explanation needed, it's just them

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I am inhaling your COD writing thank you for the food

I have yet another prompt werewolf COD

Ghost and soap are werewolves whether everyone is werewolf or not and only some are is up to you. Anyway ghost and soap are so close to the point ghost only lets soap clean him, pet up, lick him, ect. Ghost tails wags while soap is near him but no one comments on it while soap is just a big friendly dog everyone loves but he only lets Gaz and a few other sleep on him price is the only one who can scratch him behind his ear, Alejandro and Rudy can only touch his tail while ghost is the only one who cleans him and can scratch him under his chin. People forget that soap can be scary so when they cross a line he growls and bear his teeth (ghost loves when he does that lol) sometimes ghost hates the attention soap get so he’ll walk over in his wolf form and just sits with soap they end up sleeping and cuddling together soap sometimes bites ghost nose to show his affection and ghost loves it so he sometimes nips soap ear to his affection soap loves that (I’m so soft for them)

I had this all written out and then I accidentally closed the app 😭

Anyway! It has been a long while since I’ve done or seen anything on werewolves but this was fuckin cute.

I reckon Gaz and Price would be our resident humans in the group while the rest of the guys are werewolves. If there were different beings that existed then Alejandro and Rudy would be one of those things.

I think Ghost hides his wolf form as well, whether due to the same reason he hides his face or it’s just how he prefers it, I dunno. But because of this nobody actually knows what he looks like in the other form, Soap only knows because they’ve been mated since Las Almas.

Everyone knows Soap’s wolf form quite well since he’s more often than not walking or lazing around in it when they’ve got a bit of down time and are hanging around base. He’s pretty big and really soft - something he definitely takes pride in - so a lot of the team will use him for naps or as a way to just cheer themselves up after a long day.

Most times Ghost is fine with it but occasionally he gets jealous cause everyone’s stealing his time with his sergeant. So obviously, Ghost is gonna use his wolf form to his full advantage in curling around Soap and hiding him away when too many people take up his time.

He’s a tad bigger than Soap, probably about half the size of his usual self, so it’s pretty easy to just cover him and keep wondering eyes and hands away. Soap finds it endlessly adorable and funny, always making sure to let his lieutenant know with nips and nuzzles.

The only problem with this is that once everyone finds out the wolf that’s been following Johnny everywhere is Ghost they all become a little… much. They don’t mean any harm by it but they get so excited and want to see if he’s as soft as he looks.

Soap sees the way Ghost gets all defensive and becomes protective, growling and nipping at them so they don’t get too hurt but they get the hint to stay away. Eventually they all get the hint, and Ghost finds that he likes the way Johnny gets angry a little more than he thought he would.

[jollybone]

Soap tends to pass out on Ghost when he’s drunk :) He never does it if Ghost is not with him though. Ghost pretends that he’s annoyed by it but actually thinks it’s cute that Soap only does it on him.

click for better quality

[temeyes]

so i read Ghost's backstory comics earlier today

[milkydough]

Sleepy