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That Ghost has nightmares isn’t a secret….. when he told Soap, he began to read to read to him.

At first it was books, lots of peaceful fairy tales. Then it was specialist books, then just magazines or newspapers. Now it's enough if Johnny softly talks him to sleep.

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I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

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Ok ok Johnny but he can’t accept the fact that people love him?

First girlfriend. Went south real fast and realised he was gay.

First boyfriend. Was bi-curious. First heartbreak too.

Second boyfriend. Only wanted him for his body. Self explanatory.

Third boyfriend. Way too emotionally unavailable, felt like they weren’t even dating at a point. Turns out he already has a partner.

You get the gist.

At a very young age, Johnny was aware of his unfortunate personality. School fights, family scoldings, bedroom sobbing, it’s all just a blur to him now. It’s not like he had the worst life out there, no. But he can’t shake the fact that he can’t really remember anything about his childhood. The trauma stuck though, unfortunately.

He could never really seem to shake off that “unloveable” blanket on his shoulders.

It’s not that bad, in retrospect. His friends like him, sure. They tolerate him. He knows he’s loud, he knows he’s brash, he’s a lot to deal with! He understands. So every once in a while, he’ll just…back off. Leave everyone alone and just spend some time alone. The horrors do get to him when he’s alone in his room, clutching the fabric of his shirt and trying to get ahold of his breathing, but it’s basically nothing to what everyone else has to endure! He’s selfish, he knows it already, always needy, always wanting. This is the least he can do to make sure that his loved ones aren’t tipped over the boiling point and actually leave him for good.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself at times.

Then he meets ghost.

Powerful, strong, admirable Ghost. He blew his fucking lid. He’s even bigger than the rumours suggest. He’s professional, clean. He’s everything that Soap wishes to be.

He’s jealous right off the bat. How could he not be?

Honestly, he feels a bit bad for the guy at the start. Soap’s laying it on thick with the touching and the questions. He’s obviously fucking with him a bit, bit to be fair he’s not really doing much to stop him either. As time goes on, it becomes a weird sort of admiration/jealousy thing. He still is jealous of Ghost, but not to an extreme extent that he could be.

Ghost is another very peculiar case, one that Soap doesn’t seem to mind prodding. After a few missions together, he could see why he was so infamous. But still, Ghost wasn’t pushing back. Has anyone done this to him before? Why was he just letting this happen? Ghost might find him weird, sure, but he’s the most curious disturbing motherfucker soap’s ever met.

The army isn’t exactly a place to find someone to get their dick wet, homophobes around the corner at every turn. Soap’s just accepted it as part of life now, not really wanting to think much on it but having that fact lurk at the back of his mind. It’s a bit depressing, sure, to not have anyone get to know his actual self, but then again he was sure that anyone who truly got to know him wouldn’t talk to him ever again. If it’s not the gay thing, it’s the army thing. If its not the army thing, it the personality thing. Whatever. John’s gotten used to it.

However, though some unexplainable force (the SAS and Price), Soap and Ghost had become some sort of dynamic duo now. They’d fought together, lost together, gone through some of the most horrific weathers known to man, and they’d both survived under some miracle. Well, soap survived. He never doubted ghost would.

He got very close though. Way too close for Soap’s liking. They were in some fuck-ass country upside down the earth, down to his last mag and ghost clipped in the shoulder. They were hauling ass just- away. They didn’t know when exfil would get there, or where. Their main objective was just to survive. Ghost was making a very vulnerable wheezing sound from his throat and Soap’s gun was overheating, burning though his gloves.

“Soap- Sargent.” Ghost whispered, somehow always remaining calm in the most chaotic situation Soap’s been in so far. Either that, or he’s just really fuckin tired.

“No’ now, L.T, tryna get us to safety.”

“Soap, leave me behind.”

“What? Listen, I’ve got no time for your stupid heroism crap, okay? Just- shut up.”

“MacTavish, im serious. I have nothing waiting for me. I’ll be okay. Just go. Stay safe.”

“Whot the hell did i just say?” He snapped, turning towards him. “I’ve go’ no time for this. You’re coming wit me whether you like it or not.” Soap jabs a finger into his chest, leaning in close until he’s sure Ghost can see the faintest scar on his right eyebrow from screwing around with a razor with his friends, trying to give himself a eyebrow slit.

“You’ve got me, haven’t ya? You’ve got Price, and the people on your team are counting on you. I’m counting on you. So you can die somewhere else, in the bumfuck a’ nowhere, but you’re not allowed to die today, now. Ya hear me?”

Like this, gunpowder and dust making his nose itchy, looking intensely at Ghost to make sure his point is drive home, there’s a look in his eyes that soap thinks he’s never seen before. He- he kinda looks like-

How Soap looks at Ghost.

With admiration.

Oh.

So, yeah. They ran out of there on the air of their asses, Soap laughing as the final hits of adrenaline pulses his heart, Ghost leaning against him with the same look in his eye, and they’ve never exactly been the same after that.

Soap chalked it off as it being in the heat of the moment kinda thing, but he’s been consistently catching Ghost’s eye staring at him from a distance away, just staring, with that strange look in his eye. Not always with the same emotion, Soap guesses, but still. It’s close enough. He doesnt know what’s happening, or what he did, but something changed. And it’s driving him insane. It’s not that Ghost wasn’t already friendly in his own weird ghost way, but now he’s being friendly in a normal way.

It’s so weird.

He’ll be waiting at the gun range for Soap like he knows he’d appear there, toss him an apple when he feels peckish, slap his hand away when he needs to change bandages muttering something about him not doing it properly. It’s weird, and it’s nice, and it’s making soap feel all itchy and hot. he can’t even scratch himself anymore as a soothing tick, Ghost will just slap his hand away and grumble a “stop that.”

It’s weird, and soap can’t help but enjoy it.

He feels a bit selfish, feeling like he’s somehow taking advantage of ghost’s kindness, but for what? He’s feeling guilty but what exactly is he being selfish about? Maybe a mental checkup is in order, he’s losing his mind a bit. They’re friends, that’s all. It’s not…that unheard of that ghost would have friends, isn’t it? He should feel honoured to be his…fist? Again, Soap doesn’t know a lot about him.

Time passes. He dips his toes in guerrilla warfare for the first time, can’t say he’s a fan. Been backstabbed, shot, and survived. Hes earned his nickname, and sticks by it. (Hah) Though thick and thin, Ghost’s been there throughout it all. An angel guiding him to the churches, a leader who he would follow to the pits of hell, a friend when he needed one. After all that, the questions just never seemed to slow down. About his family, himself, his hobbies… to keep him awake, to pass the time, just whenever. Mostly Soap would get grumbles and short answers, proper sentences if he’s in the mood (which is all the time) or drunk enough. He’s flustered under all the attention and he knows it, itching beneath the helmet and the layers of armour. Soap is brash, and loud, and a little bit of a pyromaniac. He knows it. He’s fine with it. All jagged edges, no slowing down in sight. He doesnt know what to do with the change coming. He does the only thing he knows to do. He runs. After all of it is said and done, with makarov in the streets now, not much is to be done other than waiting for further instruction.

Applies leave for a few days, rented a airbnb online, have some alone time. Reset. Easy. Simple. Hes done this all his life. But when he was just about to slip out, Ghost suddenly appeared right in front of him.

“Gah- Jesus, fuck, ghost. What’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving.”

“Yeah, I am. You signed off on the papers.”

“Why?”

“Just…some time. To myself.”

“Is that it?”

“…yeah?” What else does he want me to say?

Ghost looks like he.. squirms a bit, which is weird. Ghost doesn’t squirm.

“Just… the countryside. And stuff.” This is the worst casual conversation he’s ever had with Ghost.

“Um… i got you something.” Then he’s holding something out.

“Huh? Really- this is a rock.” What the fuck.

“It’s a rock from Las Almas.”

“You… kept a rock. From Las Almas. What, you couldn’t have stopped by an actual gift shop just around the corner? I think i saw one right around where i found your knife lodged into-”

“-You done yet?” He snaps.

“Apparently not, sir. You wanna explain the rock?” Soap’s being a bitch.

“Just that… you’re going to be alone… and. Makarov.”

“It’s a legitimate place, ghost. you wont find anyone there.”

“Not just that, it’s like-” He groans slightly and scratches the back of his head. “You’re going to be alone, and the last time you were alone..”

Oh.

“It’s just a reminder that like, I wasn’t going to give it to you this soon but, i was there. With you. You weren’t truly alone, johnny. And.. you’re going to be alone now. Actually alone. And i just….its. I’m here. At Redhill. I’m going to be here. You know where to find me.”

You’ve got me, haven’t ya?

Oh shit.

Soap doesn’t know what to say. He can feel the tip of his ears burning, pricking down his cheeks and flush down his neck. He doesnt know how to stand properly, what to say, how to think. Because everything he;s thinking right now should not be applied to his lieutenant.

This doesn’t mean anything, right? It doesn’t change anything. It’s still the same. Soap knows that Ghost cares about him. He’s his Sargent. He’s his Sargent. But not in that way. They’re friends. The rock from Las Almas. He’s fine. They’re fine. It’s just like the rock is a physical manifestation and real evidence that Ghost may or may not like him. Jesus, he shouldn’t think like that. He’s too quiet. He should say something. His lips twitch.

“Thank you.” THAT’S IT?? SAY MORE.

“I’ll know where to look, then.” Soap gives the most half flustered, half assed smile he’s ever given to anyone. He cant even begin to imagine how he looks right now. His heart pulls. Ghost looks away. He feels like he’s going to be swept off his feet in a bad (good) way.

“Right then.” He clears his throat, disappearing down the corner of the hallway. Soap gapes as he stares after him. What was that? What was him? What? He looks down at the heavier-than-it should-look rock in his sweaty palms, and swallows.

This doesn’t change anything. They’re still working together. They’re the lieutenant and Sargent of the 141 Taskforce. He’s fine. They’re fine.

Everything is okay.

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Just sniper things 🐦 (low stakes mission)

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What I think Task Force 141 would wear off duty (as someone who lives in the UK) PT 1.

Price

- just like posh fisherman dad vibes

- defo a flannel warrior

- browns earthy tones

Gaz

- Gaz gives me very much north west london private school boy

- defo went to highgate (if yk yk)

- ralph lauren

- defo is on fashion tiktok and is one of those guys who thinks hes revolutionary for wearing a collar under a sweater

- wears Carharrt to be “grungey” but it just makes him look more posh bless him

ok this is p.1 bc ive reached my photo limit x

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You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

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What Task Force 141’s Houses Would Look Like

John Price

- he lives in a cabin I cannot be convinced otherwise.

- very rustic, defo goes fishing or hunting for fun in his spare time

- likes to be away from the city

- its maximalist in kind of an organised chaos way he can find whatever he need’s immediately but to anyone else it looks kind of insane

- he’d be cleaner if he lived with someone - but yaknow #singledad

- very homey, warm vibes

- if the apocalypse ever hit you’d wanna be here, it’s decked out, secluded, he’s a bit of a doomsday prepper

- has once pissed outside to ‘mark his territory’ but you couldn’t torture that information out of him

- defo has that one room that is mysteriously locked and refuses to elaborate on when asked about it (Gaz secretly thinks it’s really cool) (it probably just has his fishing gear)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- very chic, cool tones

- screams “I did economy as an A-Level but I use pinterest”

- probably has had some type of dinner party with the 141 just to subtly flex to them that “in another life I was an interior designer”

- also defo cooks something with wine just, again to subtly flex his culture capital (he just wants some approval guys bless him)

- plant father - cannot be convinced otherwise

- very organised, keeps it pretty clean unless he’s feeling lazy which isn’t very often

- definitely has a record player - do not mention it or he will go on about how it “just sounds better” (with Price in the background nodding in agreement - but in an old man way)

- somewhere has a box of stuff that doesn’t fit his aesthetic but it’s shit he needs to keep anyways

John “Soap Mactavish

- messy as fuck, no rhyme or reason to it he just puts stuff down, forgets its there and thats just where it lives now COUGH man-child COUGH

- puts some of his drawings up on his walls

- defo has a comic book collection and some action figures

- bunch of childhood shit he refuses to throw away - criminal hoarder

- he likes the messy kind of boyish charm it has, every time his mom comes over she scolds him for it

- a bunch of stuff he’s collected from different places he’s gone, he’ll usually grab some stuff while on deployment if he has any free time, like snow globes or whatever

- went to Greece once and got one of those wooden dicks and finds it so funny, he says it’s the living room’s ‘conversation piece’

- he’s pretty clean when on base aswell, it’s just without the millitary’s structure or someone literally forcing him to clean up he doesn’t really care - it’s his house anyways

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- um

- yikes

- yeah you can tell he doesn’t really like spending time at home on leave

- the singular chair infront of the tv is so sad

- king of minimalism - if that’s what you wanna call it ig

- doesn’t bother decorating or getting anything past the bare essentials because what’s the point?

- doesn’t care it’s a shithole, he can afford a better house, but it kind of reminds him of home back in Manchester (crying)

- definitely chain smokes in his bathroom

- he’s got a treadmill there somewhere

- has a box full of his family’s belongings under his bed (crying again)

- no mirrors, only a small one in the bathroom to shave

- only item of decoration is a snow globe Soap gave him once, it sits next to his bed

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Patience 💤

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please can we get more octo!konig being anxious... maybe reader stays out of the house longer than usual without telling himb...

First and foremost, how dare you stay out way later than you promised him? König waited patiently for you to come back at 8pm like you had said and only for him to see you come back an hour later….

Even though it was only an hour he takes it very seriously. You promised him and you broke that promise

He sees you walk over to him, calling his name with your arms open but he shuffles away from you. Clicking as his tentacles making suction noises from him running across your floor. He’s clearly upset at you and starts to snub you

Doesn’t even turn around when you give him treats or offer one of his favorite human snacks.

But it’s not too long until that König comes over to seek your attention. He knows that even though it was just an hour, to him it felt like eternity and was very upset that you left him. Anything could’ve happened to you! And he wouldn’t be there to stop it or save you!

He crawls over and climbs up the couch and stares at you before making his way into your lap, making annoyed noises as he settles himself on the pilllow

Has a few tentacles lay across your hand and grip it as to make sure that you stay here with him. Don’t you dare move away from him….already has enough anxiety for 3 people, he doesn’t need anymore!

When it’s time for bed he absolutely refuses to sleep in his cage. Breathing like he just ran a marathon as he escapes your multiple attempts at putting him in the cage making you just give up as you finally lay in bed defeated

And only then does he come over to your side and happily lay on your pillow, his little body panting and just pure anxiety running through him as he lays a little tentacle on your nose to calm himself

Has no desire for his cage and of course you should know by now how bad his anxiety can get and will refuse to do anything if that means being separated as you are his comfort person

Is quite the persistent little fellow

The next day he refuses to leave your side and literally hangs on your leg or arm like his life depended on it. He is not letting go

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more retirement doodles 💕

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Octo!König that gets jealous of these mugs:

Everytime I go to this store and see these I just think of @frogchiro ‘s posts about eldritch octo König.

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Found y’all’s man, Konig fans 😂

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More content of Witch!reader x Octofamiliar!König

"He grows too protective towards his Master, huh?"

Their first met probably will be awkward like this

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What about octo!König accidently taking a human form infront of reader?

My baby octo. Lil cutie patootie

Octo!König taking human form in front of reader

It would probably be when you’re not home. König utterable frustrated because he doesn’t know how to turn back human and as much as he likes being by your side as this small little creature, he would also like to be able to do human things like take you out on a proper date, to be able to kiss you, and show you how much he appreciates you taking him under your wing

Hearing the sound of you turning your keys, könig made his way to the front door to great you, his two little tentacles reaching out as he makes happy clicks to be picked up

In a way you can say he is like a puppy, always happy to see that you’re home safe.

But after a long day the only thing on your mind is sleep and as you walk up the stairs with your little octo, something seems different. His eyes perhaps? No….

Shrugging it off as being sleep deprived, you gently placed him on his pillow that was right beside yours before shutting the door and climbing into bed with the little guy now nuzzling up to you

And perhaps it was the quietness of the room, or how könig seemed to be at ease when with you, something miraculous happened and there was könig in his human form laying beside you as you were just about to fall asleep

Not to mentioned naked as well….

The look of utter confusion was an absolute understatement of how you were looking at him. Bewildered even. Too scared to move you stayed frozen laying down in your bed, afraid of what this man would do. Not ideal but your body seemed stuck as he stared back at you

He quickly covered himself and profusely apologized to the point it wasn’t even English and backed himself into your bathroom, shutting the door and locking it

You could’ve sworn there was no grown man in your house. Or were you that tired?? Looking around for a weapon to defend yourself with you realized that könig wasn’t where he once was. And of course knowing him he would be sitting next to you on the spare pillow you gave him but he wasn’t there

Realizing you had a bat under your bed you bent over to pick it up and looked to check underneath but he also wasn’t in his usual spot when he would hide. With your little friend missing and the door shut it was then your realized this was no ordinary octopus.

Nae Nae

But a man that could shift into one. But that wasn’t real. Or perhaps was it? Looking on your floor you saw the little suction marks, fresh, leading to the bathroom where he was

Approaching the door slowly, you knocked on the door with the bat and backed away giving yourself a good distance between you and the door, afraid he might run after you

Hearing a click, the door slowly opened revealing könig in such a distressed state and face redder than a cherry. He stood there waiting for you to yell and scream at him, toss him out of your house, or even beat him with the bat that was clutched into your hands but nothing ever came

Turning his head to now fully look at you he realized that the bat wasn’t even nowhere close to him. But rather down at your side as you looked at him

“You’re….you’re the…”

“How?”

“Why???”

As you stared at him you couldn’t help but notice how soft his hair looked, how muscular he was and how….how handsome he was

“Am I crazy?” You asked looking at him

“Nein.” Was all he said before awkwardly clearing his throat

It was a rather an awkward first start as to how you two properly met. König ever so grateful you didn’t hit him with the bat, hell, or even scream at him and chuck everything in sight at him

But it wasn’t so bad having him around. In fact much to your surprise, the both of you had a lot in common and it got to the point where he properly even asked you out on a date like he hoped to do ever since he’s met you

Despite his shenanigans as an octo, könig is just as chaotic in human form. Causing mischief and doing things he shouldn’t be to get your attention and sneaking glances at you when doing things like getting a shower. He forgets sometimes that he’s not as subtle about doing these things considering he’s over 6ft tall

Still sneaks some food off your plate when you’re not looking or using the restroom because you had something he also liked on it. Can’t take him anywhere I swear…..

Sometimes gets into a position where he’s an octo for a couple days and human form the next week. Still trying to figure out how to properly switch between the two forms

Feels awful because he has stretched a few of your favorite shirts out

He’s getting better at it though! Somewhat🥲

He’s trying okay? He’s trying😭

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Oh my god, I totally get what you mean with “people who’ve looked like they’ve worked hard all their lives”. It’s just the silent dread and exhaustion but also anger in someone’s eyes that can give a character like Ghost his flare. I guess it would ofc make sense that someone who’s portraying a skilled sas soldier should also look buff and rough on the edges. The squeaky-clean look would put me off too. It’s horrible but I always think of this stupid meme that is like “you have the eyes of a sad Eastern European pornstar” and that’s the type of vibes I get from Ghost. He’s so tragic as a character but ofc also capable. He’s horrible and that’s what is so appealing about him overall.

Idk sorry for all the rambling. I just love to see how other’s get the same vibes as I do from Ghost.

i think that my absolute favorite part of giving ghost a rough childhood is that in any other story it would make him a kinder and more compassionate person as an adult, but this is a story about war and war needs men who can survive on rations, who don't complain when they go a few days without a shower, who sleep on hard mattresses and share their meal bars with their brothers. this is a story about poverty preparing men to be soldiers. it is not a story about honor. there are no places of worship which could wash clean the hands that rack guns between shelled houses and no gods that could unhollow the eyes that track them like prey.

ghost could be beautiful, he could catch your eye across the bar and stop your breath short. he could have dark curls and a charming scar along his cheek. he could smile at you, tight lipped, but genuine. and you could wander closer until you see that the dim lights weren't hiding his eyes, they really are that dark, that his skin beneath them is purpled, that his lips are chapped, that his fingers are gnarled from labor. and he could open his mouth and you wouldn't even hear the words that spilled from it, because you wouldn't be looking at a man, you would be looking at a separate species entirely. forced to reconcile your place in the world, to look down at your cottony pelt and realize that all of the fight and fire in you would never amount to the teeth and mass that this man carries like they were born to him. they probably were.

and you would think suddenly that there is not so great a distance between the dogs that keep you safe and the wolves that circle your pasture, but the space between you and them is a whole other beast entirely.

you would have to ask yourself, aren't wolves the ones with amber colored eyes?

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Ghost has an interesting sense of humor