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Call of Duty Story Idea

Monster Hunter 141 / Monster Soap AU Pt. 2

Pt. 1 here

It takes Soap a while to begin trusting them again.

They get him back out of the cage quickly, after they realize exactly what the amulet Soap had been wearing did. It wasn't meant to make someone look like "John MacTavish", like the face was only a disguise. Instead, it was only meant to make Soap look human, as he would have had he been born a human.

For the first few days, Soap refused to put the amulet back on, refused to become human again. He thought that the whole reason his pack mates were angry at him was because he 'pretended' to be human, thought that continuing the 'lie' would make it worse. But then the boys ended up pushing too hard for Soap to be human again, and then Soap refused to take the amulet off, thinking that they only hated that he was a monster to begin with.

It drove Gaz to tears to see his brother like that.

Ghost was the one to eventually convince Soap to switch between his two forms, for at least a few hours a day. "To make sure you're healing right," Ghost said, as he checked with gentle hands the muzzle-marks on Soap's snout, the snapped quills on his shoulders, the deep slices in his tail.

The daily health checks eventually turned into grooming sessions, the boys getting used to Soap's big form, and Soap getting used to trusting the boys being around him again.

Ghost is the best at grooming. Gaz gives good ear scritches. Price's head pats and ruffles are more soothing than Soap will allow himself to admit.

It's months after Soap fully heals physically that he trusts the boys enough to go on another mission with them. Not a monster-hunt, just a recon mission in some snowy ass-end of the world, where they shared a single-room safe house for the entire month-long mission.

They won't admit it, but all three of the boys teared up a little when they realized Soap trusted them enough to sleep around them again.

It's a couple weeks after that mission that Soap invites them into his nest- the one he had built for his pack only a month before he had been discovered as a monster, the one he'd never imagined being able to show to his pack. He told them then, what they meant to him, what pack meant to him. How much it hurt him, to have them turn against him.

His boys promised him, tears in their eyes, that they'd never turn on him again.

And slowly, Soap begins to believe them again. Begins to joke around again, spar with them again, cuddle up to them again.

Slowly, he becomes their Sunshine again.

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Call of Duty Fic-Bit Idea

(That is to say, a "fic-bit" is a little character ramble that I don't think makes a full story)

Ghost doesn't really have a favorite holiday. He never really celebrated any as a child, and that continued on through his adult life.

Soap, however, adores Halloween. The costumes, the sweets, the scary movies- even just how the weather matches the spooky vibe of the Halloween season. But most of all, he loves all of the ghost and skeleton themed items that pop up. Fluffy ghost-print Sherpa blankets, skeleton print socks and gloves, mugs with cute little sheet-ghosts, the works.

And very often, Ghost will walk back to his room after a long day of recruits and paperwork and perhaps even a mission, only to discover something like a little black cat plushy with a skull mask ("Look LT, you match!!!") or a brand new mug with a skeleton hand print on it, with a ton of his favorite tea half stuffed in it ("So everyone knows which mug is yours now, yeah?").

Silently, Simon might admit to himself that he's beginning to think of Halloween as his favorite holiday.

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Call of Duty Story Idea

Monster Hunter 141 / Monster Soap AU

Soap, a monstrous wolf of the north, who tricked his way into the SAS after a squad tore through his territory on a botched mission. Who joined not out of a need for revenge or maliciousness, but a deep curiosity of the humans who acted like a pack.

For all that he appears human (with the help of an amulet won from an old rival of the magic-wielding persuasion), Soap still retains much of his strength and speed and resiliency, even something of his sense of smell and sight and hearing, though they are dulled by more than half. His abilities get him noticed, and eventually he ends up with the 141. A notorious Monster Hunter Task Force.

Soap grows close to them all, but especially to Ghost. They become his family, his pack. And though he wishes more and more every day that he could greet them properly as such in his own skin, he knows it would only end in his demise.

The choice to remain hidden is taken out of his hands one mission, when a spray of friendly fire hits him full bore in the chest. If surviving the rounds wasn't enough of a give away of his non-human status, the broken amulet forcing a revert to his first form definitely did.

Soap is hunted down by his own pack with prejudice, thrown into a cage to cower as his Alpha (Price), brother (Gaz), and partner (Ghost) try to force him into telling them what he did with Soap, what he did with their Sunshine. They don't believe him when he says it's always been him, he's always been Soap.

Eventually, they decide to move the monster to a bigger facility. The 141 base didn't have the supplies for a long term captive, let alone the size of the thing that stole Soap from them. So they shove the bleeding, cowering thing into an even smaller cage, and call for an armed transport to take it away.

Unexpectedly, one of the escorts happens to one of the team members that had torn through Soap's territory years before. Had been rescued by him, even, after the squad nearly fell into another monster's trap. The escort vouches for Soap, tells the 141 of how he helped the escort's squad all those years ago, how even if Soap did go missing, it wouldn't have Soap that made it happen.

By the time they dragged Soap back out the transport cage, though, all he could think to do was beg his pack for forgiveness, plead with them not to send him away. Agonized cries, over and over again.

Edit: Part 2 here

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In case anyone needs it

This is a simplified Ghouls/Ghoulettes guide for those who don't want to read my long-ass texts 🙃

I also have a post with Ghouls/Ghoulettes placement on stage throughout all the eras in drafts. Let me know if y'all are interested...

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09Ghoap Nation! I finished one of my *checks notes* ... 435 COD-WIPs. ah :v

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It’s inevitable Ghosts ‘hands-on instruction’ ends this way ;)))

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Call of Duty Story Idea

This one is NSFW / 18+ for smut reasons

Ghoap, cuddles, and handjobs, oh my!

You know that thing where people will slip a hand in their waistband while napping sometimes?

Yeah, every time Soap and Ghost nap together, somehow Ghost's hand ends up down Soap's waistband.

Not very far, really. Mostly just his fingers tucked beneath the fabric, his palm spread on Soap's lower belly.

But it happens every time. Flights home from missions, movie nights in the common room beneath a shared blanket, a shared bed at a safe house- every time they sleep next to each other, Ghost's hand finds it's way to what Soap's begun to think of as it's spot.

And every time, it gets Soap so horny he's dripping. It makes him squirm and twitch, but he can't bring himself to do anything about it.

Because Ghost isn't doing it on purpose. In fact, Ghost didn't even realize he was doing it at first. The moment he realized, one early morning in a safe house a few hours before exfil, he practically ripped himself away from Soap completely, until Soap managed to calm him back down and convince him it was fine.

It really wasn't fine, not for Soap's sanity at least, but it went on because Soap managed to convince Ghost he was fine with it, and Ghost just wanted to keep being close to his sergeant.

Soap's breaking point came when Ghost started to unconsciously scratch through Soap's pubic hair- perfect little scritches that drove Soap absolutely insane.

Soap tugs Ghost's hand down further into his pants, waking Ghost in the process, dripping and moaning a soft plea for Ghost to just stop teasing him.

Ghost cups him more firmly, drawing a whimper out of Soap. Murmurs in his ear, "This what you want, sweetheart? All you had to do was ask. Now, take what you need, dove."

Soap humps himself to completion in Ghost's hand, Ghost's thumb rubbing at him perfectly as he did so. And when he comes down from his shuddering completion, Ghost makes Soap lick himself from Ghost's palm.

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Just found the Twilight Zone on Prime, and I did not expect to vibe with it this hard.

Gonna make it my new binge series, I swear

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Call of Duty Alien AU

With Human Soap and Alien 141

Soap gets kidnapped while on a solo mission by alien traffickers, and ends up in a transport alongside Ghost.

Ghost happens to look like a tiger-sized, bipedal cat. Soap finds this familiar, and by extension, more comforting than the more heavily armored, sea-creature-bug-mix vibe the traffickers have.

Ghost, entirely used to being seen as apex predator first, potential friend a very distant second, is not expecting Soap's reaction to be "lets convince my cell mate to share food and maybe cuddle because it's cold in this cell". He's not complaining though. Except when Soap accidentally steps on his tail. But Soap makes up for that with extra ear scritches.

When Gaz and Price arrive to break out Ghost though? Soap is scared to death of them for a while. Gaz looks just human enough to give uncanny valley, and Soap is damn sure he didn't look like that originally (Gaz didn't, he just shape-shifted in the hopes of tricking the human into going along with him by way of 'familiar face'). And Price looks like a less mind-bending version of Cthulhu, despite the fact that his species is nowhere near apex predator levels, even on his home world.

Soap eventually gets used to them, but it's still clear he heavily favors Ghost, even if he does grow close to Gaz and Price.

On the other hand, it takes a while for the 141 to realize that Soap isn't harmless. He has no claws, rather blunt teeth, no armor or scales or obvious natural weaponry. If anything, they think he's a prey species on the lower end of his planet's food chain, right down there with anchovies and field mice.

That lasts until they see Soap snap an enemy combatant's spine over his knee then head butt another so hard their head caves in. Then the full realization that Humans Are Space Orcs kicks in.

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Call of Duty Story Idea

Most people assume that Ghost is the scariest member of the 141. And for the most part, they are correct. In terms of sheer intimidation factor and skill with both blades and firearms, he is the most terrifying of the team.

Soap, too, is rather scary, and usually someone's next choice for "scariest 141 members". He's more than a little crazy when it comes to explosives, even if he's friendly most of the time, and he's the only one that reliably can get Ghost to do what he wants, even more so than Price. And he wasn't the youngest to ever pass selection for nothing.

And Price of course has well earned his reputation. Might as well have made his call sign something like "Geneva" for all the war crimes he's committed. And god forbid anyone touch one of his boys.

All three of them, however, are like wasps. Sure, they're scary as fuck to look at, but if you can see them, at least you know they're there. And the really scary wasp is the one you don't see.

And everyone always forgets that that wasp is Gaz. The "normal" one in the 141. The sweet one, the only sane man in the nut house. In reality, he's probably the angriest, the craftiest, and the most capable of flying under the radar. Quite literally, most don't see him coming because they don't expect to see him coming. Gaz has his camouflage down to a science at this point.

So when Price, Soap, and Ghost end up captured on a botched mission, while Gaz is left to run free? Hell rains down on the idiots who wrote him off.

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This kind of broke me tonight. For no reason other than because it was their big night at MSG, and he sounds a bit choked up, I think.

From Ghost’s IG:

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Ghost who whenever hes on leave at his apartment, hes constantly tortured by the delicious meals his neighbor cooks.

Nearly every night at six, the delicate smell of tomatoes, cheese, spices, meats. It all fills his apartment, a subtle smell that still has ghosts mouth watering. He tries to guess what ur cooking each night, stomach growling in interest.

What he doesnt know is that you also can smell his dinners. Every damn night, some sort of instant Ramen. The occasional frozen pizza before he dissappears for a time, youve noticed. It drives you crazy, because you occasionally see ghost just as hes leaving his apartment or coming back. And he looked tired in the way u know from experience happens when you eat like shit.

So, you take matters into ur own hands.

The next night, ghost hovers around his kitchen, morose to eat more Ramen when delicious food is so close yet so far away. It smells amazing tonight. Like it always does. Just as ghost fills the cup with water, a knock sounds at his door. Tentative but sure.

"Hey," you stand in front of him, an apron pinched around your waist. Ghost reminds himself its rude to eye up a stranger "we've never officially met. Im your neighbor, 23-B. I uhm- i had some plans with friends, but they canceled and ive made way too much food."

The practiced story flows easily from your mouth, and you note how ghost seems to perk up at the mention of ur food. "Usually id just have leftovers, but its alfredo and the sauce is best served fresh. Do you uh- wanna have some?"

Ghost doesnt say anything, but he nods.

Inside your apartment is smells even better. Garlic, parmesean, seasonings he cant quite identify. Its heaven on earth, has his eyes fluttering at just the taste in the air. He watches you finish up the sauce, admires how confident you are in each movement.

Its the best damn food ghost has ever had. You serve him, dont question when he turns around to eat. He does tell you what he thinks though "best fuckin' meal ive had, love."

He insists on doing dishes, "a small thanks. Let me, go sit down." Ghost practically bats you away when you at least try to dry the dishes. When he steps out that night, stomach full and satisfied for once, you bite the bullet.

"I've got some extra steak that needs to be cooked this week. Will you be hear tomorrow?"

Ghost nods, mutters a thanks and ducks back into his apartment. Silently, he wonders if you'd be willing to entertain a date.

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Immortality Origin

(aka, how I imagine a character may gain immortality)

Many years ago, when the Roman Empire first began its Conquering in the wild land of Britain, there was a Cohort, to which was assigned a pair of Speculatores.

As the Cohort went about its conquering, it eventually came across The Odd Forest, so named because it seemed to be perfectly alive one moment, and completely dead the next.

The Centurion of the Cohort decided to send one Speculator to scout alongside a Contubernia, in order to find whether The Odd Forest could be traveled by the Cohort, or whether they would have to go around.

And so, despite the fear the Speculator felt, they bid farewell to their partner, and made their way into The Odd Forest.

For many hours the Speculator and Contubernia walked, unsettled and dazed by the ever-changing Forest, until they came across and even stranger clearing.

Within the clearing lay a feasting table, filled to overflowing by bounties most of the men had not seen even in their homeland. And at the head of the table sat a cloaked figure, face shadowed and hidden beneath the fabric.

The figure bid the men to rest at their table, and eat and drink their fill before they Went On. The Contubernia, weary and cotton-headed, seated themselves at the table, but the Speculator remained standing, for they were not so taken in by the magic of The Odd Forest, and could see that not all was right.

As the Contubernia ate and drank their fill, they became more and more drowsy, until they had fallen asleep in their seats. Once the last of the men had closed his eyes in rest, the figure rose from their own seat and, walking slowly around the table, drew each man beneath Their cloak to vanish entirely into the shadow.

It was then that the Speculator, who had remained standing at the edge of the clearing, realized who this figure was. This cloaked being was Death, and the table the Contubernia had sat at was filled with the Last Meal of the Dead. Death turned again to the Speculator, and bade them again to come and sate themselves at the table.

The Speculator gave a salute to Death, and told Them that they would have to respectfully decline the invitation, for they would not rest without their partner at their side. Death, ever patient, replied that They would wait for them both to return to the table before They would take their souls Beyond.

So the Speculator turned from the clearing, and marched back through The Odd Forest, taking care to match the exact steps they had taken back to entrance of the woods. But when he arrived back to where the Cohort should have been stationed, there was no sign of them there. Instead, there lay a city in full bloom of life, too large and well built to have been made overnight. In fact, too large to have been built in anything less than years, as further proven to the poor Speculator by the dress and manner of the people he found there.

And so the Speculator came to realize, that though he had left Death in The Odd Forest, so too had they left the time from which they had come, when they entered The Odd Forest.

For countless years after that, the Speculator searched for both his partner and Death, but never found either again, even after empires rose and fell, and lands crumbled to the sea, and star disappeared from the sky.

And still, they search, for they cannot rest without returning once more to Death's Table for their Last Meal, hand in hand with their partner.

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Call of Duty Story Idea

Ghost usually can't sleep more than 3 hours at a time without being woken up by nightmares. EXCEPT for when he sleeps next to Soap. This goes unnoticed for quite a while, due to the fact that on missions, Ghost either stays awake or sleeps short shifts for watch purposes.

However, long haul flights are absolutely a thing the 141 has to contend with, especially when travelling for training purposes. There's simply no getting around that fact that lots of places good for survival training are far away from England. And a 14 hour flight plus an already sleep deprived Ghost results in Ghost starting to doze off onto Soap's shoulder.

Ghost ends up having the best sleep of his life thus far, even with the shitty seats and dry, stale air. He sleeps clean through the flight, only to wake up on touchdown, and remains groggy until after deboarding. Ghost assumes it's a one time thing, only occurring because he hasn't slept in near on 5 days at that point.

And then it keeps happening. Every mission, either on the flight in or flight out or even in between watch shifts, Ghost is napping on Soap's shoulder. Hanging out in the rec. room? Somehow Ghost ends up snoozing on Soap's chest. Doing paperwork side-by-side in Ghost's office? He's fallen asleep face down into his work more than once. Ghost can't figure out why it's happening, just that he keeps falling asleep around Soap , and he's not entirely upset about it.

Soap, meanwhile, is both concerned and relieved. It's a big change in character, to see Ghost so willing to not only sleep, but sleep around other people. But at least now Ghost is sleeping. The only downside is that now it's getting harder and harder for Soap to hide the fact that he's in love with Ghost. Gaz has already been giving him shit over his "lovey eyes" as Gaz calls them, that appear whenever Ghost has managed to fall asleep on him again.

Then Ghost gets sent on a solo mission for two weeks. And he can't sleep a wink while he's out. By the time he gets back, he's so tired he's barely walking, and ends up outside Soap's bedroom door at 2 am after shifting off all his gear. Soap opens the door to Ghost looking about as rough as it's possible to be without having been in an explosion, and invited him in post haste.

Feelings talk ensues, plus a kiss, and by morning the two have officially started dating. Much to Gaz's pleasure, as he wins the betting pool.

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Call of Duty Story Idea

This time with Graves, because I'm one of those annoying fucks that treats him a bit like a fucked up Barbie Doll, and can't help but find him interesting enough to put aside the blatant sins against out favorite boys (141 that is).

How to Blackmail Phillip Graves (A Short List)

Step 1: Alienate him from his peers. Make sure he has no favors to call in, no outside friends to help. Just him and his company, alone.

Step 2: Put your own cronies in the ranks of his men. Not too many to begin with, just enough to spy. Then a few more, every once in a while, until your men outnumber his.

Step 3: Kidnap his kid. Make it obvious who took him. He won't be able to do anything about it anyways.

Step 4: When he does eventually try to get his kid back, and he will try, take the men he sends alive. Bring them back in front of him, and make him watch as they suffer. Make sure he knows that next time, it'll be his kid in the place of his men.

Step 5: Sit back, and relax. He isn't going anywhere. No matter how hard he tries, he can't. It's not like he has anyone left to help him, is it?

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Call of Duty '09 Story Idea

(keeping in mind I am not as familiar with the '09 crew as I am with the '22 crew)

They get Price out of the gulag. They have some downtime. Both of these should be good things. But something about Price has Ghost spooked.

Riley doesn't say anything about it, but it's clear to MacTavish that something is wrong. While Riley can definitely be standoffish at the best of times, this level of hostility is reserved for people that have well and truly pissed him off, usually by making stupid decisions that get people killed.

And while MacTavish does idolize Price (to an unhealthy degree), he also practically worships Riley. He promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone hurt Riley again, and not even Price can get in the way of that.

As an aside, the reason Riley is so spooked by Price is up to you. Did Price give off insanity vibes strong enough that Riley got physically ill from it? Did Price try to force himself on someone? Does Riley hate how little Price cares about MacTavish? Or did Riley catch wind of the fact that Price is the reason MacTavish is so hard on himself? Who knows, could be several, could be something else entirely.

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Playing through Undertale again, and I’m back at Napstablook’s house.

Gotta say, laying on the floor for real seems more and more appealing the longer I spend with the ghostie.

I too wish to experience the universe via the power of a floor nap.