#reboot!ghost

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Hey sleepy! I've seen you draw Ghost's tattoos several times now, and I'm sorry if you've already been asked this, but do you have reference pictures you base them off of/use? I struggle to find any good/clear shots for myself x.x

Hello Anon! (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)

💀🖌️ Ghost's Tattoo Asset 💀🖌️

So, one day @shadeops21 gave me an asset of Ghost's tattoo from the actual model in the game and it looks like this!

(EDIT : Updated 26/08/2023 for more accurate placement of the asset on the arm)

(IT'S SO FUCKING EDGY HOLY FUCK 😭😭😭)

And because it's not clear enough and not big enough for an actual asset that I can use on my drawings, guess what my detail-oriented ass did! Yep I retraced and redrew it!

Did I just post my 4 hour work of retracing here? Yesh! The image is yours to use for your convenience and is at your disposal. This is my homage to the fandom I guess (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

What I could say about how to apply them is probably these ones :

First off: Positioning of the tattoo. According to the game model, the full image is the texture that envelops his whole left arm. The picture below is an explanation of the areas that could help you on where to place the tattoo accurately.

Checkpoint : The elbow pint is above the helmet -> from there you can tell for the rest of the arm.

Remember that this is the whole ass sleeve that circles the whole arm, so be aware of which part of the arm is visible, and try to place the tattoo asset accurately with the checkpoint "The elbow pint is above the helmet".

Now with this drawing, the elbow is not visible, but I can determine which part should I place on the forearm. Remember to distort the tattoo asset a lil bit according to the angle (If you want a more natural and accurate look).

I'd mask/change the color to brown to match the skin a little bit, then distort the asset to match the angle and perspective, then mask/clip it down to the skin layer!

Eras some parts of the tattoo that gets light with textured brush so it blends with the skin texture. then add shadow and lighting, and voila!

Anyone can download the jpg or the png above and use it! Have fun drawing brotha ( •̀ ω •́ )👍

Tip Jar ✨🏺

[starlightvld]

Up in Smoke

(Also on AO3)

The first time Ghost rips the cigarette from Soap's mouth, drops it on the ground, and stomps on it as he passes by, Soap is too stunned to say anything for a full ten seconds. They've only been working together consistently for a couple of missions, and even as his superior officer, the audacity of the action floors him.

By the time his brain restarts, Ghost is long gone.

--

The second time Ghost steals Soap's cigarette, he bursts out in a string of Scottish curses and tackles Ghost from behind before the wanker can drop it on the ground. An impromptu sparring match ensues, fists and curses flying. 

Afterward, he doesn't feel much like a cigarette anymore — not with the split lip, anyway. Besides, the buzzing under his skin that usually drives him to smoke is just... gone.

Price catches wind of the incident, of course, and calls them into his office a few hours later. By that time Soap has calmed down enough to be... maybe not okay with it, but at least able to see the humor. 

"What's this about you muppets scuffling by the smoking area?"

"Just a little sparring to blow off steam," Soap says.

"Ghost?"

"Nothin' to worry about, Captain."

"No? I've got one soldier who looks like he just got back from a bar fight, and the other..." He squints at Ghost. "He get a hit in on you, too?"

"Yeah," Ghost replies in that deadpan tone of his. "Coupla black eyes."

It's a joke. 

Ghost is telling a joke. And it's objectively not funny. It's not. But Soap bursts into hysterical laughter all the same. 

The corners of Ghost's blacked-out eyes crinkle. 

Price rubs his temples before dropping his hand on his desk. Soap presses his lips together to contain his laughter.

"Sparring happens in the gym. I'm sure you know the place. It's where we have things like mats and gloves. I catch you two bare-knuckle fighting again, and you will regret it."

And it's enough to sober Soap up. He avoids Ghost as he ducks away to catch dinner.

--

The third time... well, no. He supposes that's really the fourth time. 

Because the actual third time, Soap had come back from a shit mission where everything went wrong. Intel was faulty, exfil was delayed, and people under his command died. It didn't happen as often in SAS as it had in the regulars — the soldiers here were well-trained and hard to kill — but that made it all the worse. 

When Ghost tried to pluck the cigarette from his mouth, Soap growled. 

"Back the fuck up, Lt. Or Price is gonna be disappointed in both of us."

Ghost paused, and their eyes met. Slowly, Ghost lowered his hand. 

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Fuck no."

"Thank God."

Soap didn't have it in him to even huff a laugh. He took a long drag and blew the smoke away from Ghost as a peace offering.

To his surprise, Ghost didn't leave. He spun around and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. They stood there together, utterly silent, as Soap let the heat and sting in his lungs soothe the beast inside that wanted to rip the world apart.

When he was done, though, he was surprised to find he didn't want another. Usually after shit missions, he'd stand there and smoke half a pack before his hands would stop shaking.

He finally met Ghost's eyes. The man quirked a barely visible brow.

"S'pose we should take it to the mats this time?"

Ghost pushed off the building and started walking. Soap followed like a lost child looking for a way home. 

--

The fourth time is in Chicago. His hands are shaking not from losing soldiers but from almost losing his own life. The cigarette trembles in his grip as he stands outside the bar, the biting wind turning his fingers and probably his lips blue. He lifts it to his mouth, inhaling deep—

And then it's gone.

The whine that bubbles up from his gut and bursts from his throat is nothing short of humiliating. But God. God. He needs it.

"Not now. Please, Ghost."

"Why?"

Ghost hasn't thrown the cigarette down. Yet. He cocks his head to the side and gives Soap a long look. Soap can only tremble from the cold and a need that goes deeper than a simple hit of nicotine.

"I just... I need it."

The cigarette drops to the ground, but Soap doesn't have time to lament the loss before that same hand is curling around Soap's neck and pulling him into a fucking massive chest. The other arm comes around Soap's shoulders and...

Ghost just stands there, holding him. And Soap can't help melting into the warmth and solidity of the man who saved his life just hours ago. He dares to curl in deeper. To raise his hands and clutch at Ghost's jacket. To let a few, silent tears escape his tight control.

Finally, his muscles relax. Ghost must feel it, because he turns and leads Soap back toward the bar.

"Why do ye even care?" Soap mumbles from his spot tucked into Ghost's side.

"Because those things'll kill ya."

Soap supposes the "I like you alive" is implied at this point.

--

Soap loses count after Chicago. He gets stretches of days when Ghost is on a solo op or out with one of the other operators when he can smoke in peace. So he does.

At first.

He's been hooked since he was a rebellious teen trying to make his mark on the world. He's tried to quit multiple times, but it never seems to stick. The first bad mission or adrenaline-filled near miss and he's back at whatever smoking spot he can find, puffing away.

He finds himself trying to cut back, though, even when Ghost is away.

Any time Ghost is on base, all bets are off. In addition to darting by and making a grab for it or sneaking up behind him and flicking it out of his hands, Ghost has gotten more creative. Sometimes Soap will pull out a cigarette only to find he's "lost" his lighter. Sometimes the cigarettes themselves go missing — he clutches his chest and mourns all that wasted money whenever a whole pack disappears. 

He supposes it's all just going up in smoke anyway, though.

He should be angry. But in truth, it's almost a relief to hand over the reins to Ghost. To let the man help him by annoying the shit out of him until he wants to give up on it entirely.

Which is definitely the point. Ghost has made that perfectly clear.

So, whenever he gets the urge to calm his racing thoughts or overactive mind with a cigarette, he finds Ghost and annoys him instead. They talk, or spar, or simply sit in silence together, doing their own thing. Ghost doesn't often touch him — their moment in Chicago is still the closest Soap's ever gotten to the elusive Ghost — but he also doesn't push Soap away when he slumps into Ghost's side after a hard day or leans over his back when he's sitting at the table in the 141's common area on base.

The urge doesn't go away, of course. And sometimes, when things get really bad, Ghost will just sit or stand with him like he did the third time. Still, he finds himself smoking less and hanging out with Ghost more.

--

The last time Ghost steals a cigarette from Soap, he simply stands beside Soap and holds out his hand. Soap immediately knows something has gone terribly wrong. Still, he's too invested in the game now to not hand the cigarette over.

He nearly keels over when Ghost pulls up his mask and takes a long, hard drag. Soap watches in fascination as his cheeks hollow, his neck muscles strain, his lips curve around the paper. It's erotic in a way he really shouldn't be thinking about in regards to his emotionally unavailable superior officer, but the knowledge hasn't stopped him yet. Since that day in Chicago — probably before if he's honest — he's only ever wanted to be closer.

Ghost coughs a little and hands the cigarette back.

"Fuck. Just as disgusting as I remember."

"Ye used to smoke, then?"

"Before I joined up, yeah. Hated it, though."

"The smell? Or—"

"Everything. The taste, the smell, the heat..." Ghost trails off, his hand rubbing over his bicep in a strangely specific way. He shakes his head and looks back at Soap. "Not your problem, Johnny. Forget about it."

Soap's hand is darting out, fingers curling into Ghost's jacket, before he's properly thought through the action. Ghost pauses before turning back. They stare in silence for a moment until—

Soap stubs out the half-burned cigarette and drops the butt in the trash. He licks his lips. Glances up at Ghost. The mask is still sitting on his nose, and Soap stares at his lips for longer than he should before pulling the pack out of his pocket and throwing it in the trash, too.

"Cannae have ye thinking I stink, can I?"

"Too late."

But Ghost's throat bobs with a hard swallow. Soap wets his lips, takes a step closer, and uncurls his fingers to slide his hand up Ghost's chest until his fingertips are resting on Ghost's shirt collar.

"I dinnae think it is."

Ghost turns and walks away. Soap closes his eyes and drops his hand, internally cursing his impulsive behavior. The scuffing of boots walking away from him is like nails on a chalk board.

Until they stop, and a gruff voice calls out, "You comin'?"

A slow smile slides across Soap's mouth. "No' yet."

A huff — exasperation? laughter? a bit of both? — before, "Better get movin' then."

And Soap has never been more glad to follow an order.

[transmascsimonriley]

christmas doodle of the guys

[ghcstao3]

the worst discovery of soap’s life has to be finding the bleach and boxes of blond hair dye in the bathroom adjoining ghost’s quarters

he’s been shot, stabbed, burned, and a million other things out in the field, in this line of work—but none of it compares to the absolute heartbreak of finding out ghost isn’t a natural blond

[rhania]

My art for the GhostSoap zine last year! I was going for the idea that Soap got really into taking pictures, so there are a few from throughout their relationship.

[harveywritings92]

R/n: I got a cute idea; you watch me climb a tree and I refuse to come down! :3

Ghost: Refuse to get down...or can't get down?

{R/n sends pic showing they're already in a tree.]

R/n: Can't.

Ghost: I'll be right there....

[goingghostcomic]

Not my best but used Sam as a warm up and thought these came out cute.

[temeyes]

Roach (headcanon face dood under the cut!!)

i imagine that he's kinda baby-faced, that's why he wears all that equipment on his head HSAHSHSAH

[kimtiny]

GHOSTS AU EXPLAINED!!!!!!

[whispermask]

this is the single sluttiest thing activision could've put ghost in. downright filthy. i'm transfixed.

[bunnieswithknives]

I am so normal about Grumbus (lying)

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

So uhm, I saw this...

And I just imagined the following:

Price: *makes his way into the locker room/communal showers at 5 a.m. sharp because they have to be wheels up in an hour*

Price: *stops by the sink first to clear his throat, spit out and then proceeds to hack up a lung because he smokes cigars like he's made of money* (don't smoke, kids. smoking is bad)

Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Roach, and every single other soldier, junior officer, recruit, medic, fucking anyone in the locker room or in the immediate vicinity in unison: "G'Morning SIR!"

[hah-studios]

Scenes of the Witch's Ghost plot but in my Monster Mysteries reboot!

First meeting the Hex Girls (who if you're new or don't remember are vampires) much to Daphne the vampire slayer's dismay.

Velma x Ben for five minutes before he lets his ancestor's magic corrupt him both morally and physically

Thorn being the hero of the day

Wrapping up by making new friends and getting a new book.

[boxofthings]

bro it's been 9 years activision please

[starlightvld]

"Simon falls to his knees in front of John and rests his hands on the backs of John's calves. His eyes are like nothing John's ever seen; looking into them is like drowning in amber pools of devastation and desperation and something... something broken all at once..."

- Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts, Chapter 3 sneak peek, Art by @kibagib

[puerileaccismus]

Was reading about the clone high ghost au by @kimtiny and this image appeared in my vision.