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#sgt mactavish#soap#john soap mactavish#my baby boy#i love him sm#call of duty#cod fandom#and he would be so sweet#he’s respectful what can I say#lover boy
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soldier's eyes / Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
I know that I'll be coming home soon with a soldier's eyes with a soldier's eyes
I also have one with Ghost's eyes, it will be reupload here (even if i posted it on my previous account)
#soldires eyes: series by mctvsh#johnny soap mactavish#call of duty#soap cod#soap mactavish#soap call of duty#cod#johnny mactavish#141#call of duty soap#call of duty johnny soap mactavish#mactavish#sgt mactavish#soap mactavish mwii#call of duty modern warfare iii#call of duty modern warfare ii#cod mwii#cod mwiii#cod modern warfare#modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty 2022#call of duty 2023#Spotify
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soap
that’s it that’s the post
he’s babygirl idc what y’all think
#mw2#cod#cod mw2#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#modern warfare 2#soap#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#captain mactavish#sgt mactavish#scotland foreverrrr#art block is kicking my asssss#so here you have#soap appreciation#johnny soap mactavish
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Soap:"aren't you sad people forget about you?"
Gaz:"nah, at least Im not Roach."
Ghost:"don't be rude!"
Roach:"nah, it's cool. At least I'm not Allen."
Allen:"at least I'm not Jackson."
Roach:"go fuck yourself."
Ghost:"know your place."
Allen:
Soap:"nobody likes you, bitch."
#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#john soap mactavish#incorrect quotes#incorrect cod quotes#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#gaz call of duty#gary sanderson#gaz#gary roach sanderson#cod paul jackson#sgt. paul jackson#captain john mactavish#cod joseph allen#joseph allen#ghost mw2#ghost
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I introduce to you... soap wrangling a lama into Ghost's office because he misheard something Ghost said and heard "i want a lama" and didn't question it.
#💀💀 imagine you're a rookie and you just see sgt. Mactavish walking down the hall witha lama in tow#miscommunication#crack post#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#el rambles#john mactavish#soap mactavish
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hhrrrnnngggbn soap saying in his journal “Beyond the mission similarities, he [Roach] reminds me of myself after selection. Feel even more comfortable with him than Price must have with me. […] Afterwards, saw the Sgt [Roach] writing in a journal. Wonder if he’s thinking about PT like I was. If he’s wondering what Villa Clara’s taste like.” implying that he wondered often about what villa clara’s (the cigar price smoked) tasted like. he wondered about that. btw do u think he wondered what price tasted like
#just rotating this fact around in my mind#becaude buying prices cigars is one thing#but thinking about what they tasted like when you were just an sgt? when you had price as some new role model? thats different#it makes me so.#🗯️ ⠀ whiskey’s posts ⠀!#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mw3#john price#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#captain price#soapprice#soaprice#pricesoap#og pricesoap#og cod#soap’s journal
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(because it is)
#sgt art#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#codmw2#cod mwii#soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#cod soap#cod ghost
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List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different Fandoms, then tag 10 people!
Tagged by the ever-awesome @sarnakhwritesthings Thanks so much! 💖
I decided to do video game fandoms, just to change things up a bit. In alphabetical order by fandom just 'cause. 😉
Karlach, Baldur's Gate 3 (Wait, did I just sneak Astarion into here? Yes, yes, I did. Please anticipate that I will stretch the whole 10 favs from 10 different fandoms as faaaaaar as I can. 🤷♀️😂)
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (And there's Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish, funny how that worked out, hm? 😇)
Frank West, Dead Rising (Also starring Ms. Leah Stein... 💖)
Kara, Detroit: Become Human (With bonus Alice and Luther, filling out my precious little android family! I also want to note that technically Connor and Hank along with Markus, Simon and North all tied for this spot. But I thought it might be pressing it just a bit too much to have 8 people all crammed into the "1 character" spot. See? Restraint, I has it! *coughcough* 😂😉)
Nyx Ulric, Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive (Yeah, so technically Kingsglaive is a movie not a game but it's in support of a game so that's close enough for me. Also, hello to the lovely Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. *waves Lunyx shipper flag liek woah*)
Master Chief John-117, Halo (And Cortana, my bestest girl! *smushes her together into a happily ever after with John* That's totally how they ended up in the video game series, don't let anybody tell you differently! *fist thump* 😇😉)
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The Ryder twins, Mass Effect: Andromeda (Sara Ryder x Reyes Vidal is liiiiiiife to me! And I didn't have a Scott Ryder x Gil Brodie GIF so I just went full on and linked you to the vid I made. No, no, it was my pleasure, really. 😇😇😇😉 Sara x Vetra Nyx and Scott x Cora Harper also belong here. You know, in the 1 single character ONLY spot. *nodnods in I do what I want, Thor* 😂🤷♀️)
Quiet, Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain (Hello, Mr. Snake, sir, you're looking very well and TOTES not shippy here in this spot on my list, ahem! 😁😉)
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, Resident Evil: Village (Wow, Karl Heisenberg, how completely unexpected of you to be in this GIF, too! *shocked Pikachu face* 😂😉)
Cal Kestis, Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor (Merrin, my love! *sighs in fangirly shipperliness* "Shipperliness" is totally a word, too. Add it to your vocabulary today and impress all your friends! 😊😉)
No pressure tags: @officialnighttime @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @helix-enterprises117 @jemmalynette @ghostslillady @morganas-pendragons @jellotherelol @fandomdancer @authorjones @thefuzzybat and anybody else who might like to do this! *boops your nose politely* 🤗💖
#baldur's gate 3#call of duty#dead rising#detroit: become human#kingsglaive: final fantasy xv#halo#mass effect: andromeda#metal gear solid v: the phantom pain#resident evil: village#star wars jedi: fallen order#star wars jedi: survivor#karlach#astarion#lieutenant simon “ghost” riley#sgt john “soap” mactavish#frank west#leah stein#kara#kara dbh#luther dbh#alice dbh#nyx ulric#lunafreya nox fleuret#lunyx#master chief john-117#cortana#jortana#sara ryder#scott ryder#sara ryder x reyes vidal
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Small soap piece for today.
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Only Fan
Summary: The domino effect of accidently sending the wrong link to Ghost lead to a whole adventure and secret being revealed. No one was supposed to know she had an Only Fan account.
Warning: 18+ MDNI, a lot of smut in this one there's still plot tho, implied public sex, multiple partners in a sense
Word: 6.9k // Masterlist
A/N: This fic was inspired by this post a year and half ago. This was really written for the giggle and smut. Probably feels a little OOC for some, or at least not how I usually write the characters in there. But bare with me, when I wrote it I needed to take everything out of the system lol No thoughts only smut! Alright to time to yeet myself by the window!
When she realized what she just sent her lieutenant, she prayed to all the possible known gods in the universe that he wasn't fast enough to have opened the link.
A prayer that reached no one. Because Ghost was already on his phone expecting the answer. So when the link came through he saw it in a matter of milliseconds. The time Scotty needed to hold the message so the option to delete it showed up, then press said delete, it was too long. Add the fact that he also didn't pay attention too much to what was written, it was only once the link opened in his browser that he realized what it was. The link to her Only Fan page. He should have closed it right away and he actually did. Especially after receiving 5 messages in a row from her apologizing and sending the actual link that was supposed to be in the first place and to please ignore the first one. Ghost closed it and tried to pretend it never happened. What Scotty was doing in her free time was her problem, he wouldn't judge. But… That… was not something he expected.
After the incident, Ghost never mentioned this, nor acted differently. Or so he thought. Scotty felt that his gaze was different. Not judgemental, but more like he tried to decipher something. As if he was still trying to figure out how she had been able to hide it from him. Obviously, Ghost wasn't stupid. She could be professional at work. It was just… She didn't give him the feelings to be this kind of person. Scotty looked innocent and shy.
To her defense, she was not innocent or shy. She had her fair share of activities. It was simply that Ghost was intimidating, hence why she might look shy around him. But it was even more since the slip up. On missions, all was fine because work demanded focus. But around base or when the team would go out for drinks… It was so different.
It was precisely after one of these nights that Ghost returned to the link. As much as he tried to forget it, it haunted him. That night at the bar, Scotty wore a tank top that molded her body so much, his throat went dry every time he glanced at her. Her jeans, not different than usual, looked more shaped to her legs… or maybe it was him. The thoughts that crossed his mind at the moment made him frustrated at himself for even thinking about them. She was his colleague and a sergeant, he owed her more respect than those sinfuls thought. Although, she was the one doing sinful things that were available to everyone… He lay down in his bed, in the dark with only light from his phone and the bright page he was on. His eyes were glued on her profile and cover pictures. There was nothing revealing in both. Well maybe a nice butt shot on the cover, still dressed. But it was the eyes in her profile picture. So inviting, so captivating. His thumb pressed the subscribe button. To his relief, Scotty didn't seem to sell herself for cheap. That was nice. She valued herself and he couldn't agree more. If this was the relief, the world that opened to him once he was officially a subscriber was anything but relieving.
He knew so bad he should have only checked one or two pictures, just to put his curious mind at ease and then leave to never
come back again. But… as if the picture of Scotty with spread legs, squeezing her breast together, the selfie angle where he could see her fuck herself with a toy were not enough, he saw the videos. A bulge was already forming in his sweatpants, god he was glad to wear these because his regular pants would have been so painful. Ghost wanted to ignore the video so badly. But his brain was too deep and needed more. His grip on his phone tightened as the other one instinctively went to his underwear. His thumb pressed the play button. The first few words she spoke already had him completely hard. She barely had done anything, only presenting the toy she will be using, but in such a soft manner! His hand wrapped around his dick and stroked it slowly. The video went on: her applying lube in the toy, then on herself, pushing her fingers inside as a warmup and finally she fucked herself with said toy. She wasn't too vocal but the small whimpers and few little moans she made while Scotty was pushing the fake dick inside, faster and faster till her cunt made such sloppy noise, that made him twitch so bad. His heart was pounding in his chest, his eyes glued on the video. He even tried to match her speed, thinking it was him inside her. He came as soon as he heard her whimpers of her own climax. As he calmed down from his high, Ghost realized what just happened, what his mind just thought of. Him inside her. How could he face her again after this?
It has been almost a week and half since the incident. Scotty noticed that Ghost was a little less creepy, yet he seemed more tense when she would talk to him or be a little too close. That one time they were in the car, she was squeezed between him and Gaz. A normal thing. But he was so tense, always avoiding her gaze. She didn't mind much as honestly for her Ghost had brushed this whole incident away and his current behavior was in no way connected to that. Yet, if she was out of trouble with Ghost, Soap on the other hand. She couldn't quite read him, but something felt different with him. He was always the same goofy person with her, always the same easy going. It was the lingering look she caught a few times here and there. The way he would stare. Beside that nothing much, Scotty could live with that. The truth was, Soap was also a subscriber.
He found her page by accident… or well not completely by accident. He found himself on Only Fan after wanting to see more of someone else when Scotty's page showed up in recommendation. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, he had been so close to text her about it and tease. Instead, just for fun he decided to check. Maybe she had only dumb pictures, trolling people. Not exactly. Soap should also have closed everything, look away. She was his best friend and no matter how close you are, seeing them in such a compromising position was something anyone would have looked away from. Either from respect or embarrassment. But he didn't. He couldn't. He tried to not linger too long on the pictures, despite a growing pressure in his jeans. One picture though… He was glued on. Her leg spread, in some purple lingerie, her hair down, flowing down her shoulders in small waves. Nonetheless to say that what he did was in the same category as Ghost. He felt dirty for doing so, but… it hadn't been the last time he went to her page.
Ghost found out that Soap also was in on the secret by accident. Then again, it was Soap's fault for not being careful. They were both in the gym, training when Soap checked his phone. He made sure that no one could see him, or so he thought, and checked his notification. Scotty had posted a new picture. He knew it was risky to open it here, but she hadn't posted in days. Obviously because she was on a mission. So either this meant she was back home or… That was why he had to check! When the picture fully loaded in front of his eyes, his throat went dry. She was still in the fields taking pictures. "Steaming fucking jesus…" He breathed, mostly because it took guts to do this. It wasn't much. Just her with her jacket half way down, revealing her shoulder and her bra.
Ghost walked behind him at the same time that Soap completely forgot his surroundings. He glanced over his shoulders. His water bottle slipped through his hand, splashing the floor. "Fuck!" He cursed loudly. Soap jumped from his seat, shoving his phone away quickly.
"Hey Lt! Didn't see you there!" He nervously laughed. "Need a hand with this?"
"No." Ghost took the towel around his neck to clean. "The fuck are you looking at during work you idiot?"
"N-nothing."
"Don't play dumb with me MacTavish, that was clearly her Only Fan." Ghost froze. He just sold himself to the sergeant. They both looked at each other, cheeks pink from embarrassment. "Let's pretend nothing happened and let's not talk about this ever again… We know nothing and most importantly she knows nothing."
They held the tongues. Till they started talking about her latest post like it was the latest biggest news.
A few days later, while Ghost was staying late at work, he received a text from Soap asking if he saw the latest video. The lieutenant made sure his door was locked, returned to his desk and looked up his phone. The title: Met a girl at the bar and let her fuck me stupid. He was surprised to learn that apparently Scotty was going both ways, she still had secrets within her secret. His eyes glanced at the reports. They were almost done, he could take a break right? He gulped and pressed the play button. The volume of his phone was just high enough that he would be the only one to hear. The other girl's face was blurred, not that it mattered much to him. The only face he wanted to focus on was Scotty. The girl was fucking her doggystyle, pulling Scotty's hair and slamming in her so hard the noise of her hips on Scotty's butt was as loud as the sergeant's moans. She wasn't kidding when she said fucked stupid. Never he heard Scotty stutter with her words or be unable to speak. Right now, she was being a mess.
"F-fuck… me! H-harder!.... Aaaahh fuck yes!"
"Who's a good bitch?"
"M-me!"
"Fucking hell." He groaned, his pants lifting in his crotch area. Scotty was being so noisy, in a good way. Her moans, her cries when the girl would slam hard or pinch her nipples. Any logical thought took vacations. His hand reached for his belt to slip inside, taking a hold of his now fully erect cock. His eyes closed savoring the new sounds Scotty was making. If only it was him making her screams that way.
"Who's a little slut?"
"M-me… please… use..my pussy! Choke me!"
His eyes flung open at this. The girl did so, closing her fingers around Scotty's throat. The smile of pleasure that drew on her lips sent him even closer to his climax. "You are such a minx, Scotty. Fuck." He moaned, stroking harder. The video was 20 minutes long and at half time, he came hard. Head against his desk he tried to catch his breath. He will watch the rest later. He had to clean the small mess he made. It might be under the desk, but it was still a workspace. As he threw the tissues in the garbage can, someone knocked at the door. His heart jumped in his chest.
"Who is it?" He asked with a shaky breath.
"It's Scotty, I got some papers from Price for you." He cursed internally, that couldn't be worse timing! He went to open the door, sweat still rolling down his forehead into his eyes. There she was standing like an innocent, professional officer. A huge contrast to what he witnessed a few minutes prior. "Everything is alright sir?"
"Yes." He gulped. "You said papers?"
"Oh yes. Here you go. Price also told me to remind you to not stay up too late and catch some sleep."
"Thanks for the advice." On this she left. His eyes watched walk away, not even trying to hide the stare on her butt. "Fuck me, she is going to be the end of me…"
The next posts gave him mixed feelings. He started to question if it was only lust that he was having for her. When she posted a short clip of her titled, I met a fan at the mall and let him play with my tits, he hated it. Why wasn't it him? He should be the one to be touching her like that. However he mentally slapped himself for having such possessive thoughts. "Come on Simon, you can’t blame her for this!" He told himself while looking in the mirror. "Isn't like you are her boyfriend or something." But did he wish that? Maybe…
An opportunity presented itself though. Scotty did enjoy meeting a fan, even if it was out of the blue. Well she was lucky he had been a nice guy, not too creepy. But she kind of wanted to try it again. So she held a live where she announced that anyone of her Tier 1 subs will be randomly chosen to have a special date with her. With one condition, they had to be in England. Not like she wanted to travel or have someone traveling all the way here.
Of course both Soap and Ghost were watching with eagerness. How convenient that there were both in her Tier 1. It was only a question of luck. Lots of luck! She was wearing a pretty laced brat and her hair was pulled in a messy bun. It gave a very relaxed yet sexy vibe. "Ok lovelies. Time to spin the wheel and see who is gonna be the lucky one… Or what if…" She bit her lip. "What if I invited two of you? Depending on the winners, maybe we could have a little fun together. I always wanted to try a threeway."
Ghost groaned in frustration. If he was the winner, he wanted her for himself. Well that is if she didn't turn him down… But at the same time, how he could deny her something she wanted. Scotty impatiently waited for the result of the spinning, when she clapped her hands with a huge grin. "Alright, the first winner is O'MalleyB7-1! Time to slide in my dm sweetie."
On his side, Soap was laughing. That was him! What were the odds! He couldn't wait to text Ghost about it. Hopefully his lieutenant wouldn't be too jealous. "And for the second…. Hoemoans! You know the drill." God that name sounded like the worst username. Well Scotty knew she could handle anything, if this one turned out to be a creep, no problem. She can take care of that.
Ghost's jaw almost dropped. Faith and luck were a blessing. A minute later, Soap texted him the news. Ghost felt some relief to know that it was both of them who won. He hated the idea of some weirdos getting close to her. They kept their identity a secret till the end of the meeting.
The day, or more evening, finally showed up. Scotty dressed as her usual. No need for an overly sexy outfit, especially when she might not keep any clothes for long anyway. This was such a risk, but she was still excited. If she brought home people she met at the bar one time, this was sort of the same thing. The pub she chose for the meeting was as she expected busy. Not overly busy, but enough that it would be stupid to attempt something in front of so many witnesses. She double checked her message about what the two men would be wearing to be recognizable. Once she was sure, she sent them a message to say she will be there in five minutes. Make sure she could eye them from far and assess the situation. From the corner, her eyes searched for the two men. Her heart skipped a beat when she was sure to recognize someone. Tall and squared, with a mask? "It can’t be!" Scotty whispered to herself. Panicking, she checked again the description the two men gave and eyed the familiar figure. Till he moved slightly aside revealing another familiar figure who marched the description of one user.
Panic switched to fear and embarrassment. Soap and Ghost were the one who won the random encounter? They were her subs? How long have they been? They did not jerk off to her did they? "Oh fuck, oh nonononono!" She had to get out of here before they noticed her. How could she sleep with them! Soap, maybe. There were good friends and he was good looking. But Ghost? He was her superior! A superior who was watching her when she would be posting nudes and videos. Her face was burning hot. She needed fresh air now! Back against the wall, she crawled out of there, heading back to the train station.
"Think she will show up?" Soap asked, finishing his glass.
"I doubt it. Or if yes, she most likely saw us and ran away." It broke his heart a little that she would but it was understandable. Part of him started to feel really dirty about that. It felt like such a huge disrespect to her. Although their plan in the end, would have just to pay her some drinks and have a good laugh. Definitely not pressure to do something she didn't want to do. Their phones bipped at the same time, both receiving the same message from her. Sorry I can't make it, I got a last minute call from work, I'll be out of town for a few days. Sorry, lovelies. The last part, Scotty wrote it to make sure that they never figured out that she knew.
Another week has passed since this. Neither Soap or Ghost commented negatively on her page. It was mostly assumed, she had a great time but did not share it at the request of the fans. The other thing was that she stopped posting for a whole week. She would usually do at least a few pictures a day or every two days, depending if she was on a mission or not. Now it was radio silent. Scotty hoped that it was all a fever dream that she never saw them at the pub. And she sort of started to believe it. Till Soap came clean. He admitted all from the very beginning, without mentioning Ghost. Even pretend that whoever she saw at the pub with him was not the lieutenant. Back against the wall, Scotty groaned, face hidden in her hands. "That's fucking great…. Ugggh!"
"Is that so bad?" It was a little awkward and difficult to find the right words.
"Not bad, just embarrassing. Fuck, you saw things I didn't want anyone from work to see. Like how are we supposed to work together now?"
"Come on Scotty, I have been following you for a few months now and did you notice any change. Don't we still kickass together?"
She smiled shyly. That was true. Nothing drastic happened in between. Maybe she was a little too dramatic. "Fair enough. It's just so strange that I'm fine with complete strangers, but with you it's like why am I so embarrassed by this?"
"Because we are friends. Don't sweat it, it's not like you also had fantasies about me." He laughed, but stopped death when he saw her face turning red and her eyes avoiding him. "No fucking way? You do?"
"Go fuck yourself, Soap!"
"Only if you help." He teased getting slightly closer to her. His chest pressing on her arm. Her hand was dangerously close to his crotch. She swore he did that on purpose, so she could feel the small hardness.
"You really get worked up with nothing, MacTavish." She purred.
"Well I'm curious to know what I was doing in your fantasies now. After everything I saw, there's many options. Choking you?"
"No, that with someone else." He was taken aback by this answer. But her grabbing his balls through his pants gave him a reality check. "Although, having sex while at work is one of them. You know the fear of being caught by Price… or Ghost. Wouldn't it be terrible if they found you ball deep inside me?"
"Fucking hell, how the fuck did I never knew this side of you!" By now Soap was so hard, his cock was begging for space. Scotty winked at him and dragged him to a storage room. They were in one of the least used parts of the base, if anyone caught them it was only because they needed to access this very specific storage room. Which was in itself barely used. Door barely closed behind her, Soap was already all over her. Kissing her lips as if he would never taste them ever again, his hands holding her against him, running everywhere under her shirt. His hips humping on her. If he could fuck her without wasting time removing clothes he would. But these damn pieces of clothes were in the way. His breath was heavy and warm against her neck when he finally broke the kiss.
"Someone is more excited about this than I expected." She chuckled. Her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him off revealing his bare chest, warm to the touch. She ran her fingers over him, his muscles twitching at the soft lingering.
"Like a dream come true." Soap hoped that Ghost would forgive him for apparently being the first one to get her. Scotty kneeled in front of him, hands caressing his tight from down up to release his cock. It flipped out so hard and ready to be used. Soap moaned softly in relief. She smiled amused. Scotty then reached for her pocket and handed him her phone. He looked surprised.
"I won't ask you to be part of this, but…" She bit her lip. Soap was so weak to this that he was ready to say yes to whatever she wanted. "Can you at least take some pictures or videos of me? That's gonna make some good content."
"Yes!" The word got lost in a groan as she started to stroke him, slow and steady. She licked the tip, pressing her lips on it before taking half of his cock in her mouth. "Oh fuck!" He let out holding himself to the shelves next to them. She knew exactly what to do, he was scared to come too fast. He had to control himself because there was so much more he wanted. He didn't have to wonder how far she could go, she showed her throat capability in the past, but how did it feel? He craved that so bad. His grip let go of the shelves to hold the back of her head and pushed Scotty even deeper on him. Her nails dug in the fabrics of his pants as she allowed herself to relax to take him till her nose touched his skin. That deserved a picture. As much as he enjoyed this, he pulled back.
"Don't want to spoil the fun time yet. Get these pants off. Now."
The spark of lust that glimmered in her eyes when he said that. To wonder how she kept it so straight when she was getting orders from her superiors. Scotty did as told. Soap handed her back the camera so he could get a hold of her thighs. She didn't have to ask what he would do, it was far obvious when kneeled and plunged his face in her cunt. He ate her out with so much greediness. She could barely keep her voice down as his tongue worked around her clit, pushing in and out. Going slow and fast the next seconds. Scotty had to hold herself on the shelves as her body was sinking down overwhelmed by his work. "Aahh.. fuck Soap! So good."
"Say my name. Real name." He said between two gasps of air.
"Hmmm… Johnny, please don't stop!" His name sounded like a blessing coming from her. Holy shit he never thought that he would enjoy this that much. Soap had heard her moans before in videos, but live? In person? He couldn't get harder than he was! His cock twitched every time his name crossed her lips. Scotty reached her climax, almost letting herself fall from her body releasing the tension that builded. Soap grabbed her by the legs lifting her up and keeping her in place against the cold metal shelves. He took the phone back from her hand.
Scotty didn't have time to complain, he pushed his cock inside her still sensitive cunt. A loud moan echoed in the room. "I'm sure your fans will enjoy that view." Soap smirked. After a few snaps, he threw the phone on the shelves, held her with both hands and roughly pounded her. Scotty wrapped her legs around him for more support but she still had to hold into the shelves to not fall on the ground from his hard fucking. The shelves creaked under their weights: some of the boxes moved from the initial position, papers fell to the floor. They had no care in the world, someone might as well walk in they wouldn't have flinched. They were both too drunk on each other to think about anything else. Soap buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting hard. He was so close. "Come on Scotty, say my name one more time!"
"Johnny!" She moaned. She grabbed into him as she felt her own climax about to release. "Harder Johnny, I'm so close! Johnny!"
That is all it took for him to spill himself inside her. That was the best fuck he had in long time. They stayed in each other's arms the time their heartbeat would come down. Sweat rolling down their back, they looked at each other before laughing. None of them could believe they just fucked their best friend.
Later that day, Ghost was back home. After a quick meal and a shower, he was lazily watching tv. Another boring night. He caught himself checking his phone quite often for any notifications. Nothing new. Not that he desperately wanted more, but he hoped that the fact that Soap and him knew her secret wouldn't stop her from doing what she seemed to love. Maybe after her next post he should quit. Just make sure she was still up to do it. It was close to midnight when he heard the notification. She had posted! Ghost was a little happier than expected. Before looking at it, he promised himself that this would be the last time.
He read the post. Sorry for the wait, work was in the way. And so was my workmate ;). He frowned. What workmate? Ghost carefully looked at the pictures attached to the post. God, she looked gorgeous in it. But, it was the whole workmate thing that did not sit well with him. It had to be someone from the military but who? The base was so big, it could be anyone. At first, he recognized the location, which meant she had no fear of doing this at work. Of course the man getting all the best of her wasn't shown. Not his face. But his forearms were… Ghost was on the edge of his seat. "Fucking bastard…" He raged. He would recognize this tattoo anywhere! The lieutenant never dialed Soap's phone this fast before.
"Hey Gho-"
"What the fuck Johnny!" He cut him off. It was rare to hear the lieutenant yell or lose his cool. "You and Scotty fucked at the base?!"
"Oh shit you saw the pictures…"
"Yes you fucking dumbass! Didn't you think I would? How could to do this!"
"Hey easy Lt! You are acting weird now. Come on, a week ago you would have been totally fine with this and now you all worked up. The hell."
"Shut up Soap! You know I have a crush on her and you go play with her in my back."
"Wait what? You what now?" Ghost's words rang back in his head when he realized what he just confessed to Soap. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. That was why he always tried to keep his emotions in check. The things that could be said under the influence of anything… "Ghost, did I really hear that right? You fancy Scotty!"
"Soap, you keep this for yourself or I swear you will regret this."
The next morning, Ghost was rather silent with both Scotty and Soap. Not that Scotty saw much different than usual. Soap on the other hand, was a little awkward. He was just having a casual normal conversation with her and he would see Ghost in the back eyeing him. The death glare through his mask, it was bone chilling. Scotty never noticed any of this and went on with her regular schedule. She hit the gym around the afternoon. It wasn't busy. Only a few people there. She did her usual reps for two hours before allowing herself a quick break. She scrolled on her phone, catching up on some comments. After posting not so revealing pictures of her flexing in the mirror, she got some requests for a more naughty setup around the gym. Maybe she could try? Looking around, she was almost alone, the storage room was barely used by anyone. The open gym was ok enough that when she had a chance she took a few selfies, emphasizing on her cleavage. Hard to get anything with a sports bra.
As soon as the coast was clear, she nonchalantly made her way to the storage room. It was filled with some extra weights that were not used and some towels. Leaving the door just slightly open, her phone still could snap pictures without flash. Her tank top rolled up revealing her stomach, the zipper of her short open and pulled down so slightly you could see her v line. Whatever was sexy enough for her fans. Would she dare to go even more than? Her hand slided down to her cunt. She started to record.
"Apparently working out doesn't stop the horniness." She chuckled, filming her fingers rubbing herself. Focused on what she was doing she didn't notice the door opening behind her.
"Are you fucking serious!" A familiar voice made her jump. She held down a scream, but she still dropped her phone. She scrambled to get it back and stop everything. Her heart was pounding fast in fear. Ghost was standing there, with an expression she couldn't tell with his mask. Sending him the link to her OnlyFan had been embarrassing, finding out he was a subs and was about to meet her had been mortifying. But him catching her in the act of touching herself? Where was Death to take you when you needed it the most! Ghost closed the door behind him, plunging them in the dark till he turned on his flashlight from his phone. The atmosphere felt scary. "Because being fuck by Soap wasn't enough, you have to have to touch yourself at work. Fucking hell."
"Y-you saw… Oh fuck right…" How could she have forgotten! Ghost closed the little distance between them. Scotty was now stuck between the wall and him. He towered over her in such a menacing way… Why was she so turned on by this! "It was just a fling with him. Nothing serious! We just blew some steam, that's it!"
"I don't give a shite about it." He pressed himself even more against her, her breasts squeezed on his chest.
"L-lieutenant… you are a little too close." She bit her lip. Her hips instinctively rolled. His hand grabbed into her waist to keep her in place. His forehead rested on hers. Ghost was trying so hard to keep control of himself.
"Why did it have to be him and not me? Won't you give your lieutenant a chance?" He held her up with his knee raising between her legs, his other hand cupping her cheek like he was about to kiss her. His thumb brushed close to her throat making up her whimper involuntarily. Ghost chuckled and pushed his knee even more. Scotty grinded on it, her body being sparked up. It was not that she didn't want to give him a chance, she simply wasn't sure that he would truly be up for this. But she also feared that giving in to him would… mix up her feelings more than they were. She could finally get close to him, touch him. He was only wearing a t-shirt, his arms naked and muscles tensing under touch as she grabbed into him. He was probably on his way to train when he noticed the door and went to check.
"Maybe I gave him a chance because he doesn't intimidate me." She moaned.
"Is that so? I won't bite you know. Unless you want me too." That was the thing about following her account. He got to know all the secrets that would get worked up. She could try to hide it, but he knew. All of it. "I wonder if I could also fuck you stupid. I bet Johnny did not."
Scotty imagined this situation. Many times. And none were as close as this! Nothing could compare to the real thing and she was about to give in even easier than she gave in with Soap. "I bet you won't either." The sergeant taunted him.
She was playing with fire. Ghost took her challenge on. "You like being choked, don't you?" He said this more as an affirmation than a question. His fingers wrapped around her neck, slightly pressing. His hand that was resting on her waist ran down to plunge in her shorts. She was already so wet he easily pushed two fingers in. Scotty squirmed under his touch with a weak moan. "Keep it low sergeant, you don't want anyone else to show up."
His fingers pumped carefully out first, he savored to be able to touch like this at last. All these videos where he watched doing the work, it was now his turn. Her cunt was so dripping he had no choice but to go faster. He could feel her clenching on him as if she wanted to keep him inside. "Would you be kind enough to give me a hand, love?"
She nodded, her hand searching for an access to the inside of his sweatpants. After a little struggle, she had her grip on him. She stroked slowly but firmly. Ghost grunted. He wanted more, but he also wanted her to cum as much as she could. A difficult task. He wanted to fill her up, stretch her with his cock, and hear her sweet moan in real life. "Come on Scotty, be a good girl and come for me. Now."
"C-can you use my name?" Her gaze avoided him. So many times she dreamed of how her name would sound rolling out his tongue.
"Come for me, Camille." Her body twitched. The way he emphasized her name! It took only a few more thrusts for her to reach her orgasm. She held her moan down. Ghost's hand never moved from her cunt, the one around her throat let go. He lifted his mask just enough to free his lips and then lifted her top and bra to have access to her breasts. He sucked on her nipple and massaged the other tit. His fingers started to move again inside her.
"Fuck Ghost." Scotty breathed. He hummed on her skin giving her the chill down her spine. She bucked her hips on him. "More please!"
He didn't wait, Ghost went two steps faster, filling her with four fingers while his thumb circled her clit. She grabbed his shoulder. He was glad he still had his shirt on because she would have dug in his skin otherwise. Scotty came around him, muffling her moan in his shoulder. His hands moved away and she let herself slide slightly on the wall. He looked at her for a moment. It was strange to think she was beautiful at this moment; she was beautiful all the time to be fair. But it was how close he was, how he could make up all the details of her face, her voice… her everything. He wanted her. More than sexually, Ghost wanted her for himself. Even though this sounds bad. But it was true, all the sudden this moment who should have been a one time thing turned into more. Ghost didn't want this to be one time. He wanted it all the time, to be close to her all the time.
He grabbed on her leg, lifting it up so he could have access to her cunt. Ghost positioned the tip at the entrance, teasing her. Scotty squirmed, wanting more than that. He smiled, before his lips pressed against hers and he pushed himself inside. She moaned silently in their kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck just like her legs around his waist. He started to pound her slowly to find his anchor. "You have no idea how much I love you." He breathed after the kiss.
Scotty opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but any words were dissolved in moans that she tried to keep down. He held her with a firm grip forcing himself deeper inside her. Thrusting hard till her wetness overflowed on them, making the most lustful noise. Even with the door closed, someone would still be able to make out what was going on in there. His legs could barely hold both of them anymore. He slowly let themselves fall on the floor, never removing his cock from her warmth nor pouding. When he had her lay down on the cold floor, his hands grabbed on her breasts, squeezing them, playing with them, pinching her nipples. Ghost had his hands full. So soft and warm. Even better than all he could ever imagine. He fucked her even harder in the more relaxed position. Till he came inside her, grunting in her neck.
They remained like this for a minute. No move, coming down from the high of their orgasm and panting hard. That was some workout. "Ghost?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you mean by how much you love me?" Scotty felt him tensing. It was inevitable that she would ask him this. He hated that he used these words in such a situation. Because of course it raised the question. What is her or her body? Was it only the sex or more?
"I don't think now is the good time to talk about feelings. Maybe later, around the table with a drink."
Thankfully it was almost the end of the day by then and the wait hadn't been so much of a torture. It also gave enough time to Ghost to try to figure out what he should say, how to explain himself. Expressing himself was not his forte. Scotty on her side didn't try to think too much of it, but as per her usual the way he proposed to talk felt like… perhaps there was a chance. They met at the pub after work. The ambiance was relaxed, it would be another hour or two before it would pack up. They sat at a corner table, a fake sense of intimacy. They had their fair share of drinks before, but never the two alone. And never after all that unfolded. One of them would have to speak up. "So… what now?" She said after a shot. "What's the deal Lieutenant?"
"Deal is, it's much easier to shoot people then to talk to them." He fidgeted with his glass, avoiding looking at her. A rare thing from him who was never afraid to keep eye contact.
"Should I give you a gun?"
"Hell no!" She could see the smile on his face despite the mask. "Ugh I don't know where to start."
"I know where. What about why the fuck did you even hang around my OnlyFan? I didn't think that was something you were interested in."
"I'm not. I was just in you." She was surprised by the answer. "Alright, you know I'm direct, no need to twist everything. So here's the deal. I fancy you. That was even before you slipped up with that link. I ignored it at first but… I got curious."
"Next thing you knew you were down the rabbit hole. I get it. Now what if…. I… also fancy you?" His eyes sparked open.
"You better not fucking with me."
"We kind of already did." He chuckled. That was true. "But no seriously Ghost. I do like you too. A lot. However…. If we ever do something out of this, should I… you know stop my outside of work activities?"
"No. If you like this, please keep doing it. But, if you are to be mine, no more shagging around with strangers. Or Soap."
"Yeah I can work with that, sir." Not exactly the most romantic thing, but they didn't need more. This was enough. And in the end, they both got what they wanted.
#cod fanfic#cod oc#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#oc:camille scotty moreau#not canon#keep it (not) tactical sgt
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yeah hi, have these
#i dont even know why i did this#i have no idea what these name i gave them are#is sgt superior a word play on mother superior for some fucking reason? yes#cod#soap#gaz#ghost#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley
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GhostSoapRoach
What is set up to be a "replacement fic" ends up instead being "Soap discovers that he's service top soft dom with an insane praise kink".
Instead of sitting back and letting people snap at him and then forget him, Soap digs his heels in and starts picking apart the causes behind all the different stressors the gang is going through.
He gets two sweet masked boyfriends and the beginning paperwork for officer training out of how he defused the 141 from the time bomb it was becoming.
#dont get me wrong#i love a good secondhand RSD-inflicting fic#all the replacement fics and soap going quiet fics exist for a reason#but i also think that theres a glimpse of captain mactavish to be seen under sgt soap. and i think this is the nocest way it could happen
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Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish. Another rough day, another mission
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#john mactavish#call of duty mw2#john soap mactavish#a breather between missions for Soap#I like to think of him as a goal-focused person so even in quiet moments it is easy for him to be focused on his orders#i like too much professional Soap Mactavish (it has its own charm)#call of duty#before the mission#cod#cod art#ghoap#cod mw2#sergeant johnny mactavish#artists on tumblr#my art#call of duty edit#cod edit#soap modern warfare
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Sgt Soap Mactavish. Everyone getting their hands on him
#jazmeanb#cod#soap#soap mactavish#soapghost#call of duty#art#call of duty modern warfare#soap cod#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#fanart#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#gaz#john price#Graves#philip graves#pretend yall didnt see the orignal rushed version hehe
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John 'Soap' MacTavish X Female Reader Pt. 2
Pt 1:
TW: Smut, as per usual.
You’re shaking the Captain's rough hands, offering a small smile of pleasantries before being introduced to the other team members.
At 5 in the fucking morning.
You try to ignore the fact you just woke up mere hours ago, accompanied with a pounding headache and sore body. How much mouthwash does it take to rinse the taste of beer and one night stand from your mouth, you wonder, following Captain Price’s footsteps to the group of men.
Jesus Christ, what do they feed these men?
You thought the Captain was big, but now that they’re turning to face you, you notice that the one wearing a...halloween mask? is noticeably bigger. You’ve already heard the spiel about him, not only from Captain Price, but from every other soldier who knew about Task Force 141. No, he doesn't take the mask off. No, he doesn't have a picture, anywhere. Yes, he is a little strange, but generally a nice guy with some witty banter. You shake his hand, notating the taut way he carries himself and the way his eyes flicker around like a pinball machine under his mask. If you bottled up a beehive and shook it, it would resemble this man's body.
Ghost.
You can feel yourself nodding at their introductions, your hand sliding from theirs as you make your way down the line. You pause when you reach a much shorter, thicker body than the rest, no hand extended in front of them like the others. You glance up from the Union Jack flag you had dissociated into, meeting the wide, hungover blue ones staring back at you.
No fucking way.
A sound threatens to emit from you, something between a gasp and a laugh, at the audacity the universe has to put your one night stand in front of you, let alone on the same team. You can only presume this man, John, you hazily recall, is thinking the same thing as his mouth opens and closes like a dying fish.
Soap.
Sgt. MacTavish. Johnny. Soap. You barely process the words until they’re repeated louder, angrier from the man next to him, the one they called Ghost. His hand whips out, connecting with the back of Soap’s head, ruffling the mohawk he had slicked back. As if it restarted his brain, his hand shot out, grasping yours and giving it a quick, firm shake before dropping it like it was on fire. The others start to dissipate, continuing packing away their bags onto a truck that was filled with items ready to bring you to the next base. You studied John, no, Soap, watching as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
Sgt. MacTavish.
“I outrank you.”
The words come bubbling up before you can push them down. More heat flushes Soaps face, a red tinge warming his cheeks as he turns away from you silently, stalking back towards his team. You can no longer contain your laughter at the absurdity of the situation, doubling over as you clutch your stomach. The others, Gaz and Ghost, look at Soap in question, wondering what short conversation could have transpired to leave you in that state.
The base is devoid from any comforts of home, the only luxurious thing about it being the dual showers, separated by a large concrete wall and two curtains. You bask in it, letting the warm water wash away the last bits of the alcohol induced sluggishness your body was clinging to. The sound of the curtain jerking open next to you causes your eyes to spring open, the dog tags thrown haphazardly over the wall, dipping into your side of the shower.
John MacTavish.
“I would have thought a member of an elite task force would have carried more than one condom in their wallet.” You thought aloud, smirking as you heard the muttered “bloody hell” from the other half. You quietly left your shower stall, throwing open the curtain next to yours and stepping inside of the water quickly. Soap moved to the side, eyeing you cautiously as you grinned at him. His eyes dropped to your naked body, his gaze heated as he slowly made his way back up to your eyes.
“What're you doing?” He asked, casually resuming washing his body. He stopped again, watching as you settled on your knees in front of him, bracing yourself on his thick thighs.
“Thought I’d return the favor.” You mocked him from your earlier encounter, taking his hardening cock in your hand as you gave a slow lick from the base to the tip, swirling around it before taking him fully in your mouth. Soaps head knocked backwards, a shiver running through his body and emitting as a guttural moan when you reached the base, eyes watering and mingling with the shower droplets hitting your face. You gazed up at him, past the tightened abdominal muscles littered with dark hairs and towards his blue eyes, ones that you were beginning to grow fond of, gazing down at you. The water from the shower had ruined his well maintained mohawk, the hair now curling forward and brushing the hairs on his brow.
You attempted to withdraw, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, until his hand met the back of your head and stopped you.
Oh.
“I didn't even know your name until Price told me.” Soap observed, watching you with a bemused look, your lips wrapped around his thickness. You tried to move back off of him in an attempt to throw a witty remark, but he held you in place, stepping forward slightly until you were kneeling almost between his legs and tilting your head back until he could push into you again, deeper, almost straight down.
Oh. Was he upset?
“Didn't. Even. Know. Your. Name. But. I. Remembered. How. Good. This. Fucking. Mouth. Feels.” Soap groaned, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips and his cock bumping the back of your throat. You let out a small noise, the act of him letting you use your body causing an ache between your legs. He glanced down at you, letting out a groan at the sight. Your hands were wrapped around his thighs, clutching to his ass as he continued to thrust, his cock twitching in your throat.
“Wont forget it now.” He panted the promise, his hand shooting out to brace against the wall as he pulled you by the back of your neck closer to him until your nose was buried against his pubic bone. He threw his head back and moaned your name, thick ropes shooting down your throat, forcing you to swallow. Finally, his hand dropped, allowing you to stand freely in front of him under the (now cold) water.
“Next time you say my name,” You said, brushing your hand across your lips to gather the small bead of cum that threatened to leak out, sucking it back into your mouth greedily.
“Put ‘Lieutenant’ in front of it.”.
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Sgt. Johnny 'walks LIKE he has big dick energy' MacTavish
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Capt. John 'walks BECAUSE he has big dick energy' MacTavish
Sorry, Johnny (my love). But no man can hold a candle to the perpetual swagger that exudes from the one and only Captain Soap MacTavish.
#the way that man struts#oh my god the power in those hips#the brainrot of Captain MacTavish#soap squad™️#captain mactavish#captain soap mactavish#og soap#call of duty#cod
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