#soap duck mactavish

[lemonwrap]

Have I ever told you guys that I learned how to cross stitch recently

[yi3248]

roach with ducks for @roachy-draws :D!!!

[tanked-up]

Ghost: I hate your family, and your family hates me. I get it, I really d-

Soap to Price whispering: Ye’ sure he got the right meds?

Price about to have his second heart attack: I don’t know what to do with him.

Soap: First thing firsts, get him away from the pond.

Price: He’s havin’ fun, Soap

Soap: HE’S ARGUING WITH DUCKS, PRICE

Price processing: You’ve got a point

Soap muttering: Of course I do

Price: You don’t always got it-

Soap: I will push you and the ducks will poke all your mustaches hair off

Price: YOU INSULT MY MUSTACHE ONE MORE TIME- Gaz!?

Gaz next to Ghost petting the ducks head: Don’t worry he won’t eat your family, for now…

Soap: Are we the only normal around here?

Price: You’re far from normal, Sergeant

[ratleader02]

Call of ducks.

[gomzdrawfr]

so....I got a new game for new years...hehehe

some extra shots below if you wanna see lmao

the reason why I picked that duck as soap bcuz its chewing gum duck:

[cursed-edgeworth]

I'm looking for a fic gang, I tried using the A03 search engine for it but no dice. its an 09 ghoap fic titled something along the lines of '5 times Mactavish called Ghost pretty and 1 time he believed him" its like 2 chapters long and the first chap is ghost getting interrogated during a training from Tav's pov while it cuts between memories, the chapter ends with the team going on a mission and Tav gets knocked out . Second chap opens with him in the hospital

Edit: it has been found by @castleofshit its called "love me like a sailor" and its apart of the "yours to keep" collection on A03, thank you for finding it, ur the best

[1800simpcentral]

ghoap ducky stickers? check out the shop to get these lil guys :]

[death-selfie]

COD totally missed the opportunity to make the Rubber Duck operator a variant of Soap 😞

Like…just think about it—

But then again, I guess we all gotta see Neil Ellice’s pretty face in the game, huh?

[3amfanfiction]

Look who I found! Now I just need the rest of the team and I’ll be all set.

[mother-of-fuckers]

I HAVE A DESK NOW. AND A CHAIR THAT IS COMFORTABLE. anyway Tiny Duck McTavish got incredibly popular for some reason so now I'm looking at tiny postage boxes for like two ppl.

[mafiatsunafish]

[flashbang-througthe-door]

Mr Quackers aka Duck's Instagram a brief view

[aethelwyneleigh27]

What they do while you get ready (Scenario)

TF-141 as your boyfriends

Simon "Ghost" Riley who's the type of boyfriend to love watching you do your makeup, your hair rolled up in the curlers while you finish up putting on some lip gloss. You'd look back once in a while to see him staring intently. He definitely plans more date nights out where he knows you like the food. Adores it when you leave kiss marks but would grunt and try to hide it, you know he loves it, he can never hide the slight lifting of the corner of his eyes. He doesn't have the heart to wipe it off unless you tell him to. His heart warms up whenever he sees an elder couple, hoping that one day, that would be you two.

John Price who's the type of boyfriend to be absolutely clueless about makeup but is extremely competent when you ask him to get something. He's a little ashamed to be asking the salesladies for anything the first time but would grow accustomed and finds that it makes it much easier. Genuinely loves buying things he thinks would look good on you and see you try it on. Like Ghost, he likes it when you leave lipstick marks, specifically in darker colors that pop against the skin of his neck. Doesn't care if his knees would give out, he'd help you put on your heels, kissing your knee before he does.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who is the type of boyfriend to hype you up, he has a sassy mouth so expect him to give you the biggest hype anyone can ever do. He's also a go-with-the-flow kind of lover, he wasn't into skincare but was into a little haircare before you but now whenever you do your skincare, he joins in. The type of man to tease and laugh at you for wearing a clay mask then sulk if you put it on him too. He kisses you even if you whine and say you just put on lipgloss, promising to buy you more if you let him kiss off the rest. He helps you style your hair especially if you curly it.

John "Soap" MacTavish who is the type of boyfriend to be going in completely blind when it comes to anything that's on your vanity, but the thing is, he's willing to learn and hear you so passionately talk about what oxidizing is, cool and warm tone and other things you've said. He has this sketchbook dedicated only to sketches and art of you, his muse. He finds himself making them while you're doing your makeup, a peaceful pastime while his girl is dolling up. His favorite sketch of you was you with hair curlers messily clipped up in your hair while you put the last touch of lipgloss on your lips.

A/n: Hello my loves, guess who's back? 😉

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[gloomwitchwrites]

can we get a quick drabble of the tf141 going on a super long deployment and finding out their kid snuck their favorite plushie or toy car etc into one of the duffle bags as a good luck charm

Ah! Anon! I love this idea! It's so cute. Dad!141 is a fav. I adore picturing them as fathers so this had me in a chokehold. I hope you enjoy these little double drabbles I put together!!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Content & Warnings: fluff, dad!141, minor language

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

Sweaty and jetlagged, John walks off the military plane with a weary step. Simon, Johnny, and Kyle follow behind, the three men talking softly to each other as John walks ahead of them. It’s a quick stop for a meal before he finally finds his cot in their private tent.

Dropping his duffle on the cot beside him, he unzips the bag, and freezes. On top, resting on his uniform, is his daughter’s teddy bear. It’s light brown in color, missing an arm and an eye, the red bow around its neck is frayed from years of love.

John smiles, a great warmth blooming in his heart. He brings the stuffed bear to his face, inhaling. It smells of home—of you, and of his daughter. The kid must have snuck it in when he wasn’t looking. She’d never part with it otherwise. The bear always stays by her side—a source of comfort.

Now it’s a good luck charm. And a reminder of a promise. The inclusion of the bear in his duffle is a silent command from his daughter.

Come home. Return it to me.

With great care and gentleness, John rests the teddy bear against his pillow.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“What’s this?” murmurs Johnny, opening his duffle bag wider.

With a curious curve to his brow, he removes the top item where he glimpsed a bright burst of color. Tumbling out of the folds of a black shirt is a bright red toy racing car. It’s small, the kind you put on a track or push around with your hand. A black stripe across the top cuts the red in half.

It’s his son’s favorite. It’s always in a pocket or clutched in his hand. You’re always finding it in the laundry or wedged between the sofa cushions. He’d never willingly part with it, but then Johnny remembers tucking him into bed one last time before leaving.

“Take my car, Da. It’ll keep you safe.”

Johnny smiles, holding the little red car in the palm of his hand. With a chuckle, he places it on the nearby table, fingers resting on the top. He moves it back and forth, making shroom sounds like he’s in a race.

“What are you doing, Johnny?” sighs Simon, appearing like a ghost from the dark.

“Driving,” he answers, lifting it off the table, moving it through the air in front of Simon’s unamused expression.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

It’s late, and all Simon wants to do is sleep. He’s been traveling the last couple days for the mission Task Force 141 was just assigned. Price says it’ll be a long one, that they might be gone for a few months. It’s not what he wanted to hear, especially since it takes him away from his family.

Simon drops his duffle bag on the ground next to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache starts to form. From tomorrow on, it’ll be bedrolls and the hard ground. He should enjoy it while it’s still possible.

Simon opens the duffle bag for a fresh shirt he can sleep in. Finding one, he retrieves it, but something comes with it. A white blanket with pastel ducks on it. Small. For a child. Simon knows it. It’s his son’s baby blanket. He still sleeps with it even though it doesn’t cover his feet.

“Must of snuck it in,” he murmurs, smiling down at it.

Gently folding it, Simon places it on the bed beside him, resting his hand atop it knowing he needs to make every effort to bring it home.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Johnny peers over Kyle’s shoulder. “Have any of those sweets?”

He’s acting coy, pretending that he’s not eager for the caramels you always make whenever Kyle leaves for a mission. Johnny has a notorious sweet tooth, so you make a few extra just for him.

With a wicked, knowing grin, Kyle unzips the duffle bag.

“Let’s see here,” says Kyle, feigning ignorance about whether the caramels will be in there.

They are. He’s already eaten three.

Reaching in, Kyle withdraws the contraband. Johnny groans, snatching the bag from him. Kyle watches with amusement as Johnny pops one into his mouth.

“Piss off, MacTavish,” laughs Kyle as the Scots heads for the door.

With a smile that’s starting to hurt, Kyle reaches back into his duffle bag, and brushes against something made of a smooth material with angled, indented lines. Hand shifting, he finds that it’s round.

“What the—”

Pushing clothes aside reveals a football. It’s a classic white and black, scuffed to shit from being kicked around. This is his daughter’s. He can tell by the one pink hexagon. Turning it, he finds a little message written on the white in black ink.

For good luck. And a game.

[kkusuka]

i’m dyeing my hair so i have to talk about this. suggesting in some part but nothing explicit, i need a man who is absolutely obsessed with me😔

john price has no idea what’s happening from the second you start parting your hair to the minute you’re washing the dye out but god be damned if he even steeped foot out of the bathroom. even better, he’s got a hand on you at all times; hold your parted hair so you can get to your roots, one on your waist when you set your timer, holding your thighs when you grab the shower head. (he’d offer to help but that would mean having to take his eyes off of you for more than a second; he’d even let you dye his hair if the military code wasn’t so strict)

simon “ghost” riley is above all, a man who likes to watch you. cooking, reading, walking, shopping- and now fumbling with a small plastic bottles filled with chemicals one element away from a war crime. and the thing about watching is that he should be just sitting back and letting it play out- but the strand in the back of your head has nothing on it and washing it out with one hand is so hard. so he has help out! and it’s like he’s been doing this his entire life- mixing pigments and evenly applying conditioner, all without saying a single word.

johnny “soap” mactavish also has no idea what’s going on but is beyond there for the ride! he loves having fun with hair- if the mohawk doesn’t give it away already. and he’s helping, it doesn’t matter if you’ve been dyeing your hair since you were born, that man has one hand in the mixing bowl and the other in your hair. and hand on your waist, and hips, then slowly moving further down u til he’s secretly googling if dyed bushes are a thing- and he’s so messy. there’s dye everywhere and somehow it’s blue and green but he’s all smiley and happy to spend time with you!

kyle “gaz” garrick knows exactly what he’s doing: he has mixing bowls, a seat, the the best playlist spotify has ever seen. he’s massaging the creek into your hair and he makes sure you know that you’re doing ‘so good sweetheart’ and ‘you’ve gotta relax to stay still, love” but as sweet and wonderful and kind your man is- he is also an evil tease. so when you’re stuck in the chair, just a sweet sitting duck, he’s got hands all over you- ‘massages can help you stay still right?’

nikolai has never dyed hair before- never thought he would need to- but if you’re doing something he’s going to be right there next to you (beer in hand and ready to go) but somehow that ends up electric blue hair dye every where but your heads and a promise to fly you anywhere to get your hair done next time. ( but every flight with nikolai ends up ticking into a nook in some mountain range with his hands tracing every inch of you body-)

[penguinbuttcheeks]

- johnny ‘soap’ mactavish is absolutely livid when he sees a picture of you being shared around base - tears in your eyes and clothes drenched in water, making the fabric stick to your body uncomfortably, your arms tightly wrapped around your torso in humiliation.

- the cherry on top? the dog collar around your neck with your dog tags hanging on display, dangling between your collarbones.

- you’ve only just finished your first week on base as the newest recruit, but that excited spark in your eyes was quickly diminished

- he doesn’t even know your name, but what he does know is he won’t stand for the blatant disrespect towards the new recruits he’s going to be training and fighting alongside

- hazing is a strictly prohibited practice, but with no way to trace down who the original photographer was, none of the higher ups are able to enforce any form of punishment

- it makes him see red

- soap will go out of his way to beat the ever loving shit out of any soldier that has the picture saved to their phones, forcing them to delete it right before his eyes before spitting on them and walking away

- word on base is quickly spread and soldiers scramble to make sure there is no trace of the photo on their phones. you have a death wish if you’re willing to anger the 141 sergeant

- you’re quick to notice the sudden change in attitude towards you, no longer being called demeaning nicknames or tormented by the soldiers around you

- what you fail to notice however, is the sharp glare johnny sends their way as he trails behind you several metres back as you navigate through the halls, soldiers quickly averting their gaze or ducking their heads

- you shrug it off, ruling it down to your initiation finally being complete once the photo was snapped

- such a clueless little hen, completely unaware of the constant presence that lingers just out of your line of sight

- it’s a blessing that soap took an interest in you. he might just have to finally introduce himself once all the commotion has died down

- he can’t wait