#thinking of dad!soap

[saltofmercury]

what the fuck

Soap always wonders what kind of traits your kids are going to get from you guys. He hasn’t said anything to you about having kids but he can feel it with his entire chest you’re the one. Will they be as destructive and loud as him? Or will they be the grumpy x sunshine like you are? he sometimes stares at your childhood photos for a while thinking how cute it would be to have a mini you around the house but also how dangerous it would be dealing with you + your clone. He watches videos of moms telling their daughters to tell dad to go get takeout and he smiles knowing that’s something you would do. When he gets to work he’s very thorough with baby making. He keeps you in the room and grabs Gatorade + small snacks to keep going 3+ rounds. He thought he was going to shrivel up and die after the third round but he need to make sure it stayed. You’re all sticky and sweaty from him mumbling things to you about how good it feels, this one will be it right? You want a baby with me? Soap is a twin and thought the twin gene skipped a generation (idiot) and he forgets that your grandparents were twins too so when you show him the picture of the baby A and baby B he’s in the best mood ever because hell yeah he did that!!! lil mactavish twins (No idiot that’s not how it works I did it)

[mactavishenjoyer]

(wedding planning)

Soap:"your dad? Duh."

Ghost:"He's dead."

Soap:"Oh my fucking god he Is literally right there. I don't care if Price and you got in a fight he's still your dad and I want him in our wedding."

Price:"I- I'm not his dad?"

Soap:

Gaz:"Bullshit."

Roach:"Biggest damn lie I've heard all month."

Soap:"Womp Womp, you're not getting out of the wedding."

[temeyes]

he is legally blind, your honor

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost : Ok, why do you baby Gaz so much, you do know he's a grown man, right?

Price : Oh come on, first off I don't baby him, second, jealousy doesn't suit you, third, he's the youngest of us, it's only normal that I watch over him a bit more, he's basically a baby, he just turned 27 last week!

Gaz : Damn, don't remind me, I feel old. But also like, maybe it's because he's the youngest sibling, but I do feel older than Soap most days, to be honest.

Price : Well yeah, you two are very close in age, but Soap's actually gonna turn 29 later this year, right Soap?

Soap :

Price : ... Soap?

Soap : Yep, sorry, yeah, wasn't paying attention, sure, I'm gonna be uh... 28? Wait no, that was last year, 29 right, ahah...

Ghost :

Gaz :

Price :

Soap : *avoids eye contact*

Price : How old are you son?

Soap : 29?

Gaz : Aren't you supposed to be 28...?

Soap : Ahah, yeah, that's what I meant, I'm 28, I'm gonna be 29... right?

Ghost : You're lying aren't you. You look like you're lying. Price, he's lying.

Price : What's your birth year?

Soap :

Price : ....

Soap, visibly counting on his fingers : 1994 !

Ghost, staring at Price with his look(tm) :

Gaz : Wait, you don't know your birth year by heart?

Ghost : No, he just doesn't remember the lie he said.

Soap : Come on, LT, what do you mean, a lie, I'm just your average 29 years old man, born in 1994, what do you want me to say?

Ghost : Johnny, you'd be born in 1993 if you were 29, I mean, if you didn't also lie about your birthday.

Soap :

Price, having had enough of today already : Okay, how old are you really. What's your real birth year.

Soap : ..... 1996 ?

Gaz : I'M NOT THE FUCKING BABY ANYMORE THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE !!!

Ghost, concerned : You're 26 ?? But your file said you've been in active duty for 10 years !

Soap : Yep 😁👍

Ghost :

Soap : Funny story, I was actually 15 when i enrolled, cause it was before my birthday, but yeah.

Ghost :

Soap : Don't look at Price like that, he knew all about me ~allegedly~ kidnapping a military officer and still wanted me, he's not gonna push me out because my joints are gonna hurt two years later than he originally thought.

Gaz : Wait, no, back up, you did what to a military officer?

Soap : Oh, I never told you? Yeah, he was really pissing me off, you know how it is-

Price : I'm going back to bed.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Thinking about your post about soapghost settling their arguments by fighting it out: one day they have an argument about something serious, some sort of major life decision (retirement, marriage, kids, something like that and really the only reason its an argument is because one of them is scared shitless by the idea) and it ends up on the mats with them yelling arguments about why it is/isn't a good idea until one of them just stares at their partner who is yelling passionately about the life they could have together and just... let's himself get pinned.

👀 did I do good?

thankyou for this ask !!!! this actually rots my frickin' brain and I needed an excuse to write more for this using this ask to force the arguments post into my girl-dad au, but doesn't have to be read that way.

P.s. this is a long one. Imma put ot under the cut

I imagine, way way before they retired, they had married and long-since agreed to retire together.

they'd fought about retiring. Ghost didn't mind the idea of it, was waiting for it to happen actually. but soap, he had quite a few hang-ups about it. see, he'd joined the army at an early age, as soon as he was legal, which means he doesn't really have any civilian life experience. what if he's not ready, what is it doesn't work for him, what if he can't do it, what if, what if, what if...

they argued, it was one of the first BIG arguments they'd ever had. but it's fine, they had a system. they get one day to resolve it with words, if they can't solve it, they take it to the mats. the logic is if you really believe in your argument, then you'll fight defend it adequately.

it was evident when they ended up on the mats on the second day that they hadn't resolved it. There was a mutual apoken agreement that they don'ttake the argumentoff the mats once it entered. they traded blows just as frequently as they traded arguments.

hours later they were panting and exhausted, and still hadn't come to an agreement, and nor had either of them won. so for the first time ever, they had to put the argument on pause. the put it aside for the night, cleaned up, had dinner, and fell asleep in each other's arms. the next morning they were back on the mats.

there was some point, when they were locked shoulder to shoulder, sweat making their skin stick together, and they were too out of breath to hiss arguments at each other. there was a moment where soap could hear Ghost's breath come out shaky with exertion, but still he pushed harder. soap realized that this, Simon retiring with his Johnny, was really truly important to Ghost.

it's not like he didn't know that, but still, the revelation almost makes him falter. suddenly it's like every argument he made against it, became irrelevant. he breaks away from Ghost's hold, panting. in a brash decision he dives for Ghost's legs, he knows what follows will be a grab around his waist just before his back slams into the mat. the sound that reverberates through the heated, sweaty air is, however, surprisingly loud. he lays there, gasping for the breath that got knocked out of him, and lets Ghost pin him down.

After soap finally agreed to retire with Ghost one day, he starts thinking about it. Really thinking. About how he grew up in a large family, and even in the military his life has been revolving around moving parts and people. He thinks maybe he might want a kid or two, not as many as his parents, but one or two.

Ghost says no immediately after soap brings it up.

He's afraid he'll do a bad job, that he'll mess it up. Or even worse; become his father. I mean, how is he supposed to be a good dad of he doesn't even know what that means! Christ! He's just gonna mess them up! He's not cut out to be a father. All he's know is death and hurt. How is that supposed to translate into something good.

This one. This argument lasted even longer than the one about them retiring. This one lasted almost an entire week.

And again like last time they got one day, before they hit the mats. That one day, was the single most tense day on base. Neither soap nor ghost could speak to eachother without circling back to the argument at hand. And of course nobody was willing to break up the fight, lest they get pulled into it.

For the six days after that, they shed their responsibilities, and hit the mats. And it was viscous. Neither held back. They were evenly matched. One fueled by fear, and the other; hope or love, choose your pick.

Even still there was an understanding that once the argument entered the mats, it stayed there when they left, to be picked back up when they came back.

They were sent on one mission during that time, on the sixth day after they hit the mats. It was supposed to last to be easy, would take them less than a day. Of course something went wrong, because something always goes wrong. They both almost died, but through some ruck of luck they got out barely scathed.

The put their gear away, ate, and hit the mats again; despite how tired they were. And Ghost, the moment that ge stepped back onto the mat again, he knew. He knew that he'd do anything for soap. They'd almost died today. But they didn't. Infact, they barely even had any scratches on them.

But still he couldn't fight that instinct to fight, to push back. And still soap was smiling that damned smile. He was so sure of himself, so sure of that he could get ghost to say yes.

And rightfully so. Because one moment he was lifting soap to throw him over his shoulder, and the next he was the one on the ground, soap having used his own momentum to pull his legs out from under him.

And he could have fought it, his mind screamed at him to. But soap was still grinning, and he knew that there was no way he'd be winning.

Perhaps... perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps he could learn to be not like his father. Perhaps he could learn to be a dad. Perhaps there was a chance, with soap by his side, showing him how, that he would ruin the child or children that they got. Perhaps soap could show him how to not be like his father.

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

I wanted to continue this thing that I wrote for @cod-dump (hope you don’t mind me tagging you lmao), just kinda expanding upon the concept of Nik being Soap’s father and getting into more of the meat in the idea, so here

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Explaining to Ghost and Gaz everything that had gone on between Nik and Soap, their relationship and all, was exhausting. The number of questions they had took forever to get through and made Soap think a little too hard about what why his mother had caused this.

At the same time though, it made him realize he needed to call her to get all the information straightened out here. He needed to know why she did it. Why she separated him from his father.

So, a few days after he had gotten everything sorted with Nik and the team was on the same page with everything, he made the call. He had both Ghost and Nik sit in on the call with him, he couldn’t get himself to do it without some support and he needed to have Nik there to make sure any lies didn’t slip passed him. The trio were sat around the dining table in the common room, Nik and Ghost on either side of Soap. He pressed the call button and made sure it was on speaker, holding it in his left hand still.

“Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, John. It’s been too long since ye called!” She answered the phone with.

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s been quite busy out here, so I haven’t had the chance.” Soap rested his forehead in his palm and Ghost ran his hand along his upper back in a soothing motion.

“Is there somethin’ goin’ on, a chuilein? Ye sound a bit upset.”

“Yeah, um, I’ve been thinking a lot and had a few questions fer you, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, it is! Ask away.”

He took a deep breath then went for it. “Why did you tell me my da abandoned me?”

There was silence on the other end. The seconds stretched for what felt like forever.

“Well, that’s because he did. He made it very clear to me that he didn’t want to speak to any of us, and as much as it pained me, I knew we had to respect his wishes.”

Soap saw Nik’s fist clench out of the corner of his eye and looked up, seeing an expression of barely concealed rage. Soap set his phone on the table, reaching over and grabbing his father’s hand to try to help calm him.

“Ma, do you remember what he does for work?”

“…What do you mean, John?”

“I need you to be honest with me. Why did you lie?”

He was met with more silence.

“I dinnae lie, John.”

“Ma. I’m givin’ ya one more chance to be honest. I need you to take it.”

“I don’t understand, I’ve been honest-“

He let out a sigh before laying it all out. “I met him again, Ma. Ye seem tae have forgotten what he does fer work. We work together now. I read his journal, ma. I know what you told ‘im. I know you lied to both of us. So why? I just wanna know why you did it.”

“It’s a very complicated situation-“

“Bullshit. I know a complicated situation when I see one, and this is not one.”

“John-“

“Не лги нашему сыну, Elspet.” Nik growled. He’d clearly had enough of her avoiding the question she’d been asked.

“Nikolai, I-“

“You will answer the question the boy asked. You will not disrespect him or diminish his intelligence by acting as though you do not understand what he is talking about.”

They were once again met with silence. Ghost moved closer to Johnny, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and holding him against his side.

“I was tired. Your father’s job took a toll on me, on our family, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. The entire time you were away from me, every summer, I was so scared his job would follow him home and I wouldn’t know because you were so far away. I needed to have you close to make sure you were okay. That you were safe. I couldn’t think of anything else to be able to do it.” She paused. “Look at where that’s gotten us now. You enlisted for the same damn job and now ye work together. Guess it couldn’t truly be avoided.”

Soap was seething. While he understood being afraid for your child’s safety, he couldn’t get passed the manipulation. The lies. The fact that she didn’t just explain that that was the problem. He could have kept up with phone calls, letters, something so he wouldn’t lose his father. And yet, this was the decision she had made.

Nik squeezed his hand and Ghost hugged him a bit tighter.

“John?”

A deep breath. “Thank you for your honesty. I’m gonna need some time to process all that. I’ll call you again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, John.”

“Love ye too, ma.” He hung up the phone and rested his head against the table. “Christ, that sucked.”

“Are you alright, love?” Ghost asked.

“I’ll be alright eventually. Just gonna need some time.” He picked his head back up and looked over at Nik. “You alright? Cannae exactly be easy for you to hear either.”

He gave a light nod. “I’ll be okay eventually, малыш. It will take time, as you said, but it will be fine.” He squeezed Soap’s hand again and Soap did the same back. “У нас все будет хорошо.”

~~~

Translations

Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, Johnny. -> It’s lovely to hear from you again, Johnny.

A chuilein -> my lad

Не лги нашему сыну -> Don’t lie to our son

Малыш -> little one

У нас все будет хорошо -> We will be okay

Apologies for any incorrect translations, the Gaelic is done with google translate and the Russian is a different translation app, so chances are there’s something wrong with it. Let me know if you have any corrections on it!

[hood-ex]

My dad was Bruce-ing again today.

Dad: Where are your keys? I'm gonna go put more air in your tire.

Me: I already filled it up this week.

Dad: Oh okay.

Dad goes upstairs for a second and comes back with a bag in his hand.

Dad: Here, take this poncho and put it in your glove compartment. In case you have to pull over in the rain, put it on so other cars can see you.

So then I took my new bright ass orange poncho to my car, bypassing the three water bottles my dad had stuffed in the door pocket as well as the emergency phone battery pack charger he stuffed in another pocket.

[videogayymer]

Captain Price would NOT be this stylish!!! (still love the look very much mister Sloane please model more)

Price buys his clothes from Tesco okay he still has the same old t-shirts that are basically more trash than shirt. Gaz & Soap plan to raid his wardrobe someday and clean it out of all the clothes he should have recycled long time ago. (Ghost's wardrobe is just as bad, he's next)

[atopvisenyashill]

this is the funniest tweet on twitter and the one that brings the whole fandom together to say - Robert is going ham on these targs, this is the best day of his life, he gets to kill Rhaegar again AND thee Daemon?? hell yeah!! meanwhile aegon is taking the chance to finally murder the shit out of his dad and then immediately die, only to accidentally kill Robert and survive anyway.

[cherryatombomb]

hear me out bc i love soap drawing but im also obsessed with the idea of ghost drawing?? like i think he'd only do specific art styles.. like probably scruffy charcoal landscape drawings. it's like the one thing he remembers from therapy ever, he refuses to use any other coping skill they taught him but that one helps

soap stumbling onto one of his drawings one and asking about it. ghost gets kind of embarrassed but ends up opening up only bc he knows soap draws too

soap recognizes some of the environments ghost draws; the military base when they first met, the view from the church in las almas, los vaqueros base when taking down graves etc. hes a little charmed to notice that the ones where soap was there are all bundled together, and increasing in frequency, and there's more effort being put into them and... yeah

soap and ghost just quietly drawing together on occasion. it's just a healing little shared task between the two of them, ghost jokes it's the only time soap's quiet around him, but it's just a nice activity for the both of them to do that doesn't require constant interaction. ghost isnt good with needing to interact at all times and this is his way of spending time with soap without overwhelming himself...

something about just sharing intimate tasks like this is just such a nice concept to me. ghost and soap both sharing parts of themselves others dont see, enjoying eachothers company without being bound by work

[sparky-draws]

Soap gives girl dad energy but I think he'd want a boy. And Simon keeps saying he doesn't care abt the gender but definitely starts crying (/pos) when he finds out they're having a girl

[fagmegumi]

generally beginning to realize that most people who thirst for the jjk men are doing so incorrectly and for the wrong reasons like just making up a generic archetype of a really cool hot guy from those het smutty self published amazon novels and pretending theyre the jjk dudes. when you can say anything about gege akutami but he gave us such a diverse & fascinating cast of hot dudes who are losers in such specific and different ways but always so devastatingly that none of them get any hole whatsoever

[yellowocaballero]

mcu peter parker vs miguel o'hara is nepotism baby vs other much weirder nepotism baby

NO JOKE JAKLDSF

Yeah, I make fun of MCU Peter, but Miguel "I got scouted early and especially picked to advance quickly through the megacorp and recieved personal attention from the VP because I'm just that great" O'Hara is a) so much worse and b) so much more annoying about it. Bright side is Miguel steals Evil Corp from his dad and then proceeds to vindictively run it into the ground. Socialist king. Peter take notes.

I don't know why Miguel didn't go IMMEDIATELY to the tabloids with the "bastard son of Evil Corp VP tried to addict his son to drugs" story, but maybe Miguel prefers direct action and takes care of his problems himself (kill his dad). Miguel's story arc involves being a member of Evil Corp and trying to save lives, becomes a cult leader and has Marx forcibly dictated to him by Thor worshippers as he tries to escape yet another guy trying to smack him with a DCMA claim, and then engages in praxis by killing capitalists and neoliberals. Great character arc over the series where becomes better and also somehow a lot worse.

Anyway, I think in a time travel situation Peter would have a conspiracy theory that Miguel is an immortal vampire who is secretly using Tony's genetics laboratory to make everybody else into vampires (Miguel has red eyes and fangs in the comics, because he was made in 1994 and he is fantastic). In 2099 Mobius is the patron saint of several small Eastern European villages and the vast majority of Finland, so Miguel takes this as a compliment. He goes by Miguel Ojeda, because he hates all three of his parents.

I have actual legitimate theories for Miguel's appearance in ITSV but I think the funniest possibility is that Miguel involves himself in inter-dimension saving, but the minute a portal opens up back to 2099 (probably 2/3ds of the way through this fake movie or comic) he walks straight through and goes back home, leaving everybody else to do all the work. This happened in the comics. Everybody extends sympathy that he lives in a dystopia. He thinks everybody else lives in an unlivable hellpit because their universes contain libertarianism. And/or smartphones, much in the same way if I stepped inside a utopia without internet I would turn around and walk right out. Somebody tries to explain democracy to him, which he also finds statistically and scientifically inefficient. They should have Doom as a "president" like in 2099. He makes the trains run on time.

[watermelinoe]

my niece once got upset w my dad bc he wouldn't buy her some overpriced drunk elephant skincare product. she was freaked out about getting wrinkles. at age eight. i wish her mom had never bought her that damn smartphone

[pupyr0arz]

beginnings of a bodyguard soap after the gunshot. Thinking about this soap as being a lot more unhinged in a violent way asides from his coping mechanisms. Toxic yaoi realness. Unedited and unscottifed, pre reader too.

I’m not really trying to portray it super realistically so that’s a disclaimer too. He’s just got Serious mentoil ishewes. Little nsfw

The call is a relief, straight from heaven. It’s six months after he ditched rehab, the itch under his skin only intensifying every soft, friendly smile the nurses gave him. The exercises they made him do did nothing to quell the familiar ache in his fingers, the need to feel a weapon at his hip, the aching lack of adrenaline piecing together an explosive with his goddamn team at his hip and an objective up ahead and just to the left.

Violently, he hates Makarov. He thought he couldn’t have hated the man more but Soap teaches himself of new lows he can sink to, when his wrath simmers and rots in the hot wet recesses of his shattered, ragged mind. There’s a new beast slithering under his skin, it’s been prodding at his head, his bones, tugging his mind into misty, red places. He woke up differently after the surgery, sharpened and dulled. A shattered blade, dangerously useless,some faulty weapon that’s as liable to hurt himself than to hurt others.

Ghost appears after he leaves rehab. 

He hadn’t heard a single word from the bastard, enigmatic as always. He had spent nights wishing, aching for the man as he’s dragged out to pathetically lean on a walker and do breathing exercises. His gloves fist in Johnny’s hair was soothing before, the way he tugged and twisted his excitability into fuzzy calm and beat obedience down into his bones like something he craved. Soap sat up at nights thinking about what Ghost could do with him now and he raved, bit and hissed at the utter lack of him in his life. He glared at shadows, tore up his pillows with his teeth and thought wildly about tracking him down, following old paths to find Price because where Price was Ghost followed and taking a gun to both of their heads.

Ghost turns up at his door like some stray animal, sauntering in like he owns it. Soap nearly attacks him before he’s tugged, harshly, off balance, still swimming and struggling to aim with his new lack of depth perception. Ghost reminds him sharply that he, by proxy, does own the place and he’s not at all happy about how slovenly Soap has been living, how he’s let the rot in his head spread. Ghost is worse than rehab, harsher, tough on Soap as he forces him to exercise. It’s exactly what he needs and he spits at him and thanks him like he’s at church. He vanishes again, after, coming and going as he pleases.

Soap only finds it more unbearable. Days are unending now, when he struggled to feed himself he at least had an adversary to claw at, even if it was himself. Now he has dull days of standing in his kitchen and staring at nothing, working basic labor jobs just to bleed the energy out of his body so he doesn’t smash every mirror in his house and set the block on fire. He wants to knock his house down, tear it apart, but he’s afraid they’ll just be another identical one standing behind it, matryoshka dolls.

Before the gunshot, sometimes he’d scout bars. Find uptight arseholes, snipe at them royally. Drag them into short grapples, arm wrestles, just get them kicked out laughing. 

He goes to a bar and he leaves the alleyway beside it with his knuckles aching, one misaligned. His hands are bloody and he taps the shoulder of some waif flowing out of the bar, who startles, staring at him with wide eyes like he’s some creature. He instructs her to call the police and vanishes, not a thought in his mind to pause and see if the bleeding lump he left behind is still breathing or not. 

Ghost shows up two nights later and chokes him, shoves his dick down Soap’s throat and fucks him with two fingers, unerringly hitting his prostate until he’s crying into his pillow. He’s gone when the sun rises and there’s a sketchbook in his place. He snaps all the pencils in the house in half, but after an hour he’s apologetically, shamefully, standing in a Walmart buying a pack of colored ones. Ghost doesn’t miss, doesn’t stay a second longer than he needs to brand himself into Soap’s life. Flashes of guidance, tugging of the leash. It soothes him and then rankles him in turns and Soap turns this around and around in his head and can’t quite understand it. He doesn’t understand a lot about himself lately.

The call comes six months after he ditches, after four visits from Ghost. It’s Price and he nearly drops the phone. 

Ghost ticks him off on his good days. He loved him, loves him, but even before Johnny had felt that inicessent drive to ruffle his feathers, to drag his attention onto him with sharp words and disobedience.

Price’s tone is calm, even, like he’s issuing a mission just like normal and Soap is rapt. He nods along to half of the call before he even remembers to listen to any of it. Price is telling him Ghost has been in touch, which doesn’t need to be said, talking about Soap’s recovery. He thinks about the sketchbook in his nightstand, pages of blood and gore and guns and sunrises and sheep and flowers, page of one, page of the next, like some kind of fucked up flip book. Sane, insane, sane, insane, violent, calm, violent, it’s a jeopardy wheel spinning inside his head.

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that