I have such a weakness for hickey’s and bite marks on the inner thighs so I’m doing a SoapGhost for it 😂
Cause I had a brief thought that Soap likes to wear shorts to the gym on base or when he’s going for a run around or whatever and they’re old things. Worn and tattered at the edges but wildly comfortable and still covering enough of him that’s he’s at least decent.
Like are they a little short? Yeah. Do they still cover his ass and junk? Just enough so he doesn’t flash anyone when he squats or anything.
So one day, after a night with Ghost he goes to the gym the next morning, getting dressed and kissing a still sleeping Simon good bye before taking off, not even looking at himself because why should he have to?
But on the way there he’s getting some strange looks from other people who happen to be early risers and he can’t fathom why. He shrugs it off, does some of his workouts, gets a good sweat going y’know.
But then he goes to do some deadlifts by the mirrors (Ghost always says his form is off so he’s trying to rectify it) and almost passes tf out at the sight that greets him.
Somehow, between the beginning of his relationship with Ghost and now, he forgot how much Ghost loved to bite and mark.
His inner thighs are covered with bruises and bites with very clear teeth indents and his neck isn’t faring any better. Soap’s blushing up to his ears and desperately wants to go back to the room and hide forever.
But at the same time he’s almost done with his workout and he refuses to miss it just because of some marks. So Soap toughs it out, still blushing up to his ears but finishing off the last of it.
Then he’s running back to his room, not even bothering with the communal showers because lord forbid he project his relationship any louder than he already has.
When he bursts in Simon’s up already, coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair and shooting him a questioning look. The man flicks his eyes over Soap for a second before a sharp and rather predatory smirk is taking over his features.
He knows then that Simon had planned for that to happen, probably even hoped that Soap would forget about them and go about his usual business. And fuck it all Soap can’t even be entirely mad about it.
Embarrassed for sure but not mad and Ghost is too busy looking like the cat who caught the canary to pay Soap’s glare any mind. It’s hard to stay embarrassed when Ghost looks so proud of himself.
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GhostSoap AU Concept - I know those hands
Soap's favourite way to destress is watching Ghost's videos. He never talks, it's just gorgeous big strong hands that bakes, cooks, and dismantles weapons.
Watching those hands go from kneading dough to cleaning a sniper rifle is so hot in ways he can't explain.
He has notifs on for his videos, has rewatched them countless times, and has had many shameful fantasies of those strong hands on him.
His favorite moment is a faint but deep chuckle when he was chopping carrots and one part shot off into a window by the 'thunk!' sound of it. He has it saved as an audio file on his phone.
Soap comments on every video, often the first to! Giving detailed praise of what he liked and how he loves his videos, and how they make his day. Ghost never responds to comments though, Soap suspects he doesn't even check the comments.
Soap, or 'MacSoap69' even changed his profile pic to a cute one of him covered in paint laughing at Gaz taking the photo. A delusional fantasy that maybe it'll catch Ghost's attention.
Gaz knows of his crazy simp crush, says it's sad. Soap doesn't care, he has no interest in anyone but Ghost.
However, Soap can only shoot down and think up excuses to avoid so many blind dates till he gives in to Gaz trying to set him up with an 'actual person'.
He arrives at the fancy restaurant his (pretentious) rich 'date' chose at 8:25 for their 8:30 reservation. It's been a really long while since Soap actually dressed up nicely to go out and felt good about how he looked in the mirror.
Then the asshole stands him up. He gets a text an hour late that he's in a meeting he'll reschedule, without actually rescheduling or apologizing.
By now Soap has gotten many pitying looks as he kept telling the waiter he's waiting for someone, looking around expectantly. At the text his face falls and so does his mood.
Of course. Man probably came, took one look at Soap with his rough hands, mowhak, and stupid face and decided it's not worth it.
He wants to cry. He feels so stupid.
He asks for the bill for his two glasses of Scotch. By now the place is starting to empty. He took a table on a busy night just to waste everyone's time. He plans to give a big tip.
The waitress returns but says the chef asks if he could stay just a few minutes longer. Soap is baffled. He'd seen glimpses of the man in the open style modern kitchen, kinda hard to miss the gorgeous giant who looked both out of place and perfectly in his element. In fact he'd been keeping himself distracted by watching him work and move around the kitchen.
But what does the chef want him for? Fuck...is he going to get chewed out for hogging the table all night without ordering?? It scares him but he guesses he deserves it.
He says he'll wait.
15min later the chef comes over to his table, his apron and hat off, two plates are beautifully presented but proper big dishes unlike the 'fine dining' fancy plates he saw other guests get. Did he...make this just for him?
"Mind if I join you?"
But that's not what has Soap stunned silent. A little breathless.
The hands carefully placing the plates down like an offering...
...he knows those hands. Knows them better than his own.
"...Ghost?"
"Hello, MacSoap69."
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Soap, waking up in the middle of the night to a weird noise: Creepin' bloody Jesus--SIMON! If that's you sneakin' in to "conserve body heat" by lying across my legs again--
Ghost, from under his bed: I've been here all night, Johnny, so no.
Soap: *screams*
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WIP Wednesday (4/17/24)
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot
Working Title: A Protege's Trust (link to the tag)
Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Lisa 'Badger' Compton
Rating: E (eventually, but not in this snippet)
Synopsis:
CIA operative Lisa Compton is assigned to the 141 - it's her responsibility to help Laswell coordinate infill and exfill, gather crucial intel for the team and provide plausible cover stories when they get into tight spots. There's one problem: Sgt. Garrick is the most insufferable, unprofessional, bull-headed boy she's ever worked with.
Gaz's an immaculate soldier, ready to jump at Price's order and launch himself into the fray with his mind focused on one thing: completing the mission. But when Laswell assigns the new CIA operative 'Badger' to their team, he can't stop flirting with her, thinking about her soft curves and sharp wit more often than focusing on the job at hand.
Laswell won't approve her transfer to another team. Price is threatening to bench him. Badger and Gaz won't talk to - let alone look at- each other. Ghost thinks Badger's nickname should be 'Insufferable Yank.' Soap wants them to fuck it out already.
AKA: This'n's a good ol enemies to [???] to lovers with a sprinkling of other tropes for good measure. (Something something Price/Gaz being mirrored in Laswell/Compton? 👀)
Credit to @pfhwrittes for collabing and feeding the brainworms.
Short snippet because I don't have much written yet, but the plot's simmering there.
Divider by @saradika-graphics
Station Chief Laswell stood quietly in the corner of the briefing room, surveying the group seated in the briefing room. Her fingers idly tapped along the edge of her folder, watching operatives mutter alongside soldiers, the chatter covering the struggling projector on the table.
Captain Price rocked on his feet on the other side of the screen. “All right, settle in.” His voice snuffed out the conversations, chairs scuffling and people settling in the following silence. One last bark of laughter echoed across the space. “Garrick–”
“Sorry Sir.”
Lisa huffed softly to herself as she caught Sergeant MacTavish punching Sergeant Garrick in the arm and the returned scowl.
At least one of the 141 seemed to want to take this seriously.
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Love your writing for COD
I have a prompt that I though was kinda funny
Soap having an ass and everyone knowing about except him
Idk but I think it would be funny if fucking soap thought he had no ass but in fact man got a dumpy so whenever he wear tights and such it’s more noticeable an everyone stares. Alejandro and Rudy makes comments about in Spanish then try to flirt with soap which flirts back thinking it’s friendly. Gaz makes comments about it as well but soap always laughs it off.ghost just sits there giving glares to everyone who stares at soap he sometimes just stands behind soap anytime he bends down so no one just stares at his ass. price has to literally tell soap to go back to wearing jeans since he cannot handle everyone comments about soap.
Just something I thought was funny lol
First of all, thank you so much. I’m so glad you like them 😁
Secondly, omfg that’d be so funny. I can imagine Gaz purposely bringing it up and mentioning it and everything because he knows that Simon’s down bad for Soap but won’t admit it.
Alejandro and Rudy would totally try and bring him into their relationship because Ghost isn’t making a move and Soap’s ass is fine af. They’ve definitely tried every form of telling him but Soap’s like ‘Tf are you on? I don’t have an ass.’ And it’s a little painful honestly.
Ghost is fucking suffering through it all because he is adamant on keeping his feelings under wraps but Soap is out here, with his fine as fuck ass and thighs on display in his tights, not having a damn clue about what he’s doing to everyone. Even if Ghost is in denial though he’s gonna try and shield as much of Johnny as he can because he’s a possessive little shit.
Price is just crying in a corner because all these guys are hitting on his son and he’s oblivious af about it and doesn’t know the effect he has on people. He practically begs Soap to just wear jeans, anything but the tights please!
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