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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, it's not that bad tho, Subdrop, Blow Jobs, Oral Fixation, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Oral Fixation, Friends With Benefits, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Love Confessions, Hand Jobs, Dry Humping, Degradation, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Degradation Kink, Slut Shaming, Cock Slut, Cock Slut Simon "Ghost" Riley, thigh riding, Post-Coital Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, no beta we die like 2009 ghost Series: Part 20 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 22 of Sost Summary:

Ghost pulls Soap to the side after practically every mission, and begs and whines to suck him off. He usually gets lucky, as Soap lets him.

Or: Ghost is down bad for Soap and has an oral fixation

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Ghost pulls Soap to the side after practically every mission, and begs and whines to suck him off. He usually gets lucky, as Soap lets him.

He’d started watching Soap detonate his charges, before not too later sucking him off like his life depended on him. The look in Soap’s eyes as he blew something up, the fire in his eyes as something went up in flames. God did it look so fucking hot to Ghost. The way he seemed so powerful in that moment, how he looked like he felt he could do fucking anything, it looked so fucking enticing to Ghost. So he tried getting the same reaction as he sucked him off. Unlucky for him, Soap seemed to get off on the idea of ignoring him while Ghost was on his knees for him, doing his very fucking best to get a reaction from him.

Hell, one time Soap had decided to light one up while he had his whole dick down Ghost’s throat. He looked up at him through lidded eyes, trying to see any semblance of being affected by what he was doing, only to see him cupping his lighter as he put it up to the cigarette, looking completely unaffected. As if this was a completely normal occurrence and that Ghost wasn’t currently desperately sucking him off. Being treated like he wasn’t even there did something for Ghost, and all it took was a few thrusts of his palms into his crotch before he was cumming long before Johnny did.

And now here he was on a mission, waiting for one of Soap’s charges to go off, and yet he wasn’t even looking in the direction of it. His entire focus was on Soap and how hot he looked, how he looked so enticing. …And he’s just now realizing that he was flying at half mast. Fuck. Thankfully, the charge went off soon after and his brain was focused on shooting everyone who even tried getting near Soap and not how fucking hot he knew Soap looked in the moment.

The mission had gone decently well, and he was currently waiting for evac in a run down shack in the forest. He’d been told that evac wouldn’t be there for a few days, enemy activity was too high near them. So Soap was sitting on the couch, lighting up a cigarette. Ghost instantly thought of when he was on his knees, sucking Soap off, and the Scot was watching him nonchalantly, smoking as he put all his effort into getting a reaction. His dick twitched excitedly at the thought, and he blushed under the balaclava. He knew he was staring at Soap, and he knew that Soap knew he was staring at him.

“Surely the great and feared Ghost can wait a few days before getting his mouth on someone?” Soap taunted, an obnoxious smirk on his face as he watched Ghost squirm in place ever so slightly at the degradation.

“Please,” he breathlessly whispered, not even sure if Soap could hear him. Even if he did, the Scot pretended he didn’t, and Ghost was left with a rager and the desire to please him. It only took a few minutes before Ghost got onto his knees and crawled between Soap’s spread legs and begged him.

“Fucking- please Soap,” he whined, as Soap snuffed out the cigarette nub on the disgusting couch. He looked down at Ghost as if he was nothing more than a roach at his feet.

“Well well well, looks like The Ghost can’t wait to get his mouth on someone’s dick, pathetic,” Soap spat, and Ghost couldn’t deny that it was so fucking hot. He wanted Soap to let him suck him off desperately, willing to do almost anything to get the permission to do so.

“Yes, please,” he begged, he wasn’t ashamed of it at all. He desperately wanted Soap and he was willing to demean himself to get it. He would call himself pathetic, crawl on his knees like a dog, let Soap snuff his cigarettes out on his body, anything. He was that desperate.

“So fucking desperate for mah cock aren’t ye?” He degraded, and Ghost just nodded, if Soap wanted him to be pathetic then he would be pathetic. Soap let out a sharp laugh, apparently finding it hilarious that Ghost was willing to drop so low.

“Please Soap,” Ghost yet again begged, keeping his hands on the ground, he doubted that Soap would want to be touched by him. Soap seemingly pretended to mull over the thought, before finally speaking.

“Fine, if yer gonna be so pathetic without mah cock in yer mouth,” he taunted, and Ghost just nodded. He was so fucking desperate for Johnny, and he needed him now.

“And don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Soap’s tone was so commanding Ghost didn’t even have the ability to question it, just nodded. He watched excitedly as the Scot unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his boxers just enough to release his hard cock, which sprung into the air as it was released. Ghost excitedly licked his lips as he watched, looking up at Soap to see when he could move.

“We’ll get on with it, sir, Ah don’t have all day here,” Soap’s degrading tone on the sir made Ghost whine quietly, and he almost immediately pulled his balaclava up so it rested on the bridge of his nose, allowing Soap to see his mouth. He shuffled towards Soap, gently taking the tip into his mouth. Soap seemed almost entirely unaffected as he light another cigarette, igniting not only a fire on the lighter, but also one in Ghost’s stomach, finding Soap ignoring him just as hot as it usually was. He slowly took more of Soap into his mouth, until his nose hit the Scots stomach. He paused for a second, letting himself take a deep breath.

“So ye beg fer mah cock but ye can’t even do anything when Ah’m in yer throat?” Soap spat, and grabbed a handful of his balaclava and the hair under it, pulling him off as he scowled. He whined, he wanted Soap’s cock back in his mouth, and he wanted it immediately.

“Sorry sir,” Ghost apologized, and the honorific slipped out, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was glad as he watched Soap’s eyes widened ever so slightly, clearly affected by it. Soap put the cigarette out before responding.

“Sir? Is that what Ah am tae ye? Higher than the big scary Ghost?” He knew that Ghost didn’t mean to call him sir, yet he was playing into the idea that it was on purpose. Ghost didn’t care though, he liked it. Liked the idea of being under Soap, forced to do his bidding and always ready to suck him off. He nodded, not a hint of embarrassment to be found. He couldn’t care if most people would find it humiliating, it felt so good to just submit to Soap.

“Yes sir,” he said as he nodded, looking up at Soap with what he hoped was a look that made him look pathetic enough for Soap to by at least slightly sympathetic to his plight. Soap smirked, and seemingly took pity on Ghost, shoving him back onto his cock. Had he a gag reflex, and had he not spent the last few months being in almost this exact situation, he probably would’ve choked. And yet it felt like his throat had morphed to fit Soap’s cock, he barely flinched when his nose was against his stomach, it just felt right. Like this was where he belonged. He felt he could be sat under Soap’s desk the entire day, his cock down Ghost’s throat the entire time, sucking him off the second his refractory period was over.

“Fuckin’ slag,” Soap spat as he thrusted Ghost up and down his cock with no regards for how Ghost felt. Not that he was complaining, he loved being like this. Ghost just moaned in response, looking up through lidded, tear filled eyes, at Soap, with pure adoration for him. He felt so perfect, like his only purpose was to suck Soap’s cock, and he loved that. He loved feeling like nothing more than a toy for Soap to use for his pleasure. He moaned as Soap continued to fuck his throat, loving the feeling of being used. After a few moments, Soap pulled him off of his cock again. He whined at the loss, but he didn’t fight against it. Soap wanted him to stop, so he would stop.

“Ah’m gonna fuck yer throat, and yer gonna hump mah leg like the bitch in heat ye are. But don’t ye dare cum until Ah do, down yer stupid slag throat,” Soap demanded, and Ghost immediately shuffled closer to Soap’s leg, completely ready to hump it. He didn’t have a regret in his mind as he did so, looking up at Soap hopefully.

“Ye can speak,” Soap said, and Ghost had to take a moment to realize that he could actually talk.

“Thank you sir,” he whispered, finding the whole situation extremely enticing. Soap yet again smirked, apparently finding Ghost willing humiliation hilarious. He was quickly thrust back onto the Scot’s dick and he started thrusting against his leg. His eyes practically rolled back, so engulfed in pleasure that he couldn’t care how he looked at the moment. He knew he looked pathetic and he felt pathetic. He loved the feeling though, couldn’t care about how it may look. He continued thrusting against Soap’s legs, and tried to pleasure the Scot further, attempting to run his tongue side to side, but considering how aggressive Soap was being in thrusting Ghost up and down, he couldn’t do much. So he just let Soap do what he wanted as he finally allowed himself to chase his own pleasure.

“Fuckin’ hell, yer mouth feels so fuckin’ guid Ghost, god damn,” Soap panted, and Ghost was so fucking elated. A response, Soap being affected, and praising him. God damn, that felt good. He had to chase that feeling.

“Ye do this to every Sargent ye have under yer control? Get on yer knees for them like a fuckin’ slag?” He continued taunting, and Ghost’s eyes widened, panicking. No, he absolutely didn’t. This was all only for Soap, he wouldn’t do this to anybody else. He made a sound of protest, just enough to let Soap know that he was wrong about Ghost. That he was wrong about Ghost just whoring himself out.

“No? Just fer me? Ah’m the only one who get ye down on yer knees like this?” Soap continued taunting, and Ghost attempted to nod, and when failing, he made noise of agreement. He then focused on chasing his pleasure again, letting Soap degrade him.

“The great and feared Ghost, down on his knees fer his sergeant like this, so fuckin’ pathetic fer me,” god. That was fucking hot. And it was true. He was pathetic, it was only for Soap, and he was oh so willing to get down on his knees for him. He would do anything for him. He could tell that Soap was getting close, his thrusts were speeding up and he started letting out little grunts and moans. He himself sped up his humping. He felt like a fucking bitch in heat, humping against Soap’s leg desperately, chasing his release.

“Ah’m gonna cum, and yer gonna swallow it all, got it?” Soap demanded, and Ghost just let him do it. He was going to swallow it all, the thought not to do it never even crossing his mind. He just continued thrusting against Soap’s leg, all he cared about at the moment was cumming his brains out. And suddenly, with a grunt, Soap was cumming down his throat. He desperately tried swallowing it all, licking his lips for a small amount that managed to escape. Soap pulled him off almost a second later, just as he had started to focus on his own pleasure again. He whined, but didn’t fight back. His brain was practically mush at this point, and he couldn’t think about anything other than cumming and obeying Soap.

“What’re ye whinging aboot? Upset ye didn’t cum?” Soap taunted, and Ghosts nodded. Soap asked him a question and Ghost had to answer, because Ghost wasn’t currently able to deny him.

“Tae bad. Ye had mah leg and ah gave ye oh so much time tae cum,” he snarked, even though the both of them know that Soap had told him he couldn’t cum until he made the Scot cum, and that he was pulled away from Soap’s leg too soon. Soap let go of Ghost’s balaclava, and Ghost panicked slightly.

“What’re ye still doing doon there? Ah’m not gonna help ye.”

Ghost’s heart practically sank at those words, but not in a horrible way. He knew that Soap wasn’t denying him because he was well aware that Soap knew how much he enjoyed being ignored and his needs being treated as unimportant. So he stood up, wiped his mouth of saliva, pulled his balaclava down and trudged to the shitty bedroom that the two of them had to share for the foreseeable future. As he laid down on the bed, the thought of just jacking off to get rid of his boner and not feel pent up the next time he sucked Soap off -hopefully tomorrow- but just couldn’t do it.

Soap hadn’t even told him he couldn’t, but some primal instinct deep inside of him told him that he couldn’t do that, because Soap didn’t let him. So he went to sleep, still in full gear, and a rager that seemed to never flag no matter what he thought of.

He woke up later that night due to night terrors yet again, but he seemed to have slept longer than he usually did, after checking his phone to see that it was somewhere around 0100. He could hear Soap’s gentle, soft breathing in the background, and his mind started wondering to earlier the previous day. The way Soap’s breath would occasionally hitch, how the feeling of his clothed dick rubbing and thrusting against Soap’s leg felt, just how affected the Scot was pretending to be. The way Soap smelled, the way he tasted, god, all of it was so good.

He sighed and climbed out of bed, his cock still rock hard. Walking into the bathroom, he goes through his usual routine whenever he’s in a safe house, pulling out a travel-sized tube of toothpaste and a foldable toothbrush from one of his pockets, and starts brushing. He can’t remember when he had started bringing them along on missions, but once they started hanging out in his gear, they never left. It didn’t help that currently he was thinking about what he could only describe as an oral fixation, which caused him to start biting down on the toothbrush. When he realized what he was doing, he spat into the sink and made his way to his bag to find something.

He pulled out a purple, rubber crystal, made to chew on. While he usually used gum, there was just something about the crystal the he preferred. Some traitorous voice at the back of his head told him that it was due to how it was shaped ever so slightly like a dick, and how he occasionally started sucking on it instead of chewing. He wouldn’t deny it if seen by Soap, but he preferred to chew gum when around him. Mainly just so he didn’t unconsciously start sucking on it, and expose his oral fixation. But Soap probably was aware of it, considering how often he asked to suck him off.

Shutting down that train of thought, he tucked the tube of toothpaste and toothbrush into his pocket again, he went to distract himself with something else that wasn’t Soap. He lay down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he pulled out a rubix cube from an extra pocket he sewed onto his vest, shuffling it around so he could solve it yet again. For all intents and purposes, it was a pretty good cube, it had magnets on the inside, allowing him to twist it really quickly. He had started bringing it with him in one of his pockets when he noticed how boring it could be after missions while waiting for evac to arrive. When he noticed how much space it took it up, he had sewed on a separate pocket specifically for the rubix cube.

He found himself starting to suck on the chew toy, and didn’t really care to stop. Considering how Soap wasn’t in the room and how he was thinking about sucking him off. May as well give in to the oral fixation when no one’s around to see it. He occasionally gave it a soft bite, as he solved the rubix cube. He found his thoughts wondering to fantasy’s instead of things that had actually happened. Thoughts of Soap fucking him as he had something in his mouth, a gag, maybe a dildo, he wouldn’t complain whatever it was. All he knew was that he wanted something to suck on while Soap railed him into oblivion. Maybe he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, practically melting into whatever surface he was being fucked on as Soap repeatedly came inside him, being used as nothing more than a toy to use for his own pleasure.

His cock twitched excitedly at the thought, he found it so fucking hot. He was pent up from last night, and desperately wanted to either be pent over a ledge and fucked within an inch of his life like a good boy, or to get off by humping against Soap’s leg and sucking him off like he did earlier. Well, he sucked Soap off at least. But he was so pent up and he didn’t want any form of release that Soap didn’t give to him. He didn’t even know why, but some primal instinct inside of him yelled whenever he so much as dared to think about it. God he was so gone, and he wasn’t even complaining about it. He loved the feeling of being used by Soap, because for some reason, he knew that Soap wasn’t actually using him, considering how he usually helped get Ghost off in return.

He was desperately hoping that Soap was just getting him all pent up so that he was more sensitive. He was really hoping to be able to suck Soap off sometime that day, considering he was practically sucking the chew toy off already. He wasn’t even trying to solve the cube anymore, just staring at it. Almost all his thoughts were about Soap, he was so focused on it that he practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the Scot enter the room.

“Yer up early,” he mumbled, and Ghost could see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stumbled inside the room. He spoke as if nothing had happened the night before, but then again, it was normal. This had happened so many times that it would be weird to acknowledge it.

“Woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep,” Ghost explained, shrugging. He put the rubix cube back in his pocket, giving his full attention to Soap.

“Ye had a rager this entire time?” Soap taunted, motioning to the tent in Ghost’s pants.

“You were the one who left me blue-balled last night,” Ghost grumbled, pretending he was more upset than he actually was. If Soap was gonna taunt him then he was gonna taunt Soap back.

“Ye were the one who didnae cum fast enough,” Soap grunted, sitting down on the other side of the couch.

“You didn’t hear me complaining about you forcing me to swallow all your fuckin’ jizz,” Ghost bite back, knowing that Soap wasn’t a fan of that term. The Scot practically recoiled, but he obviously played his disgust up.

“Ye do that every time. Cannea complain when ye do that constantly. Plus, Ah’m not the one who constantly begs tae suck ye off,” he taunted back, as if Ghost cares about how often he resorted to begging.

“Oh shut up, you like it. Don’t think you ever got off so much until I came along with this offer,” Ghost voice was low and growly, and he played both the husk and annoyance in it up. He was if anything amused with the whole situation.

“Oh hush up. Ye the one who was so desperate to get yer mouth on mah cock,” Ghost was more than aware, he’d come to terms with his oral fixation a while ago.

“You agreed to it. Besides, don’t see you complaining about my mouth,” Ghost knew that Soap definitely enjoyed when he sucked the Scot off, it was hard not to when he was so good at it.

“What, ye want tae suck me off again? So soon?” Soap taunted, as if he hadn’t seen Ghost sucking on the chew toy. As if he didn’t know that Ghost preferred to get off when pleasuring someone else.

“Only if you let me cum before you do,” Ghost knew that his demand wasn’t unreasonable, he’d done it plenty times before after all.

“Hmm… nah. Think Ah’ll wait ‘till we get back tae base an’ find someone less selfish ‘bout it,” Soap’s taunts where completely false, they both knew that Soap wouldn’t go find anyone else, especially considering how much he was used to Ghost’s mouth. And with how much he enjoyed it, they both knew he wouldn’t be able to find someone as adept at it as he was, especially considering just how willing Ghost was. Soap could ask at pretty much anytime and any place, and Ghost would drop to his knees.

“You wouldn’t,” Ghost bit back, pathetic, he knew, but he couldn’t think of much else. All that was on his mind was how he needed to make sure Soap wouldn’t go to anyone else.

“Ah dunno, ye seem tae be wearing out yer use,” Soap’s words stung slightly, but he wasn’t deterred.

“Fine then, might find a rookie ta fuck me if you’re gonna be like that, might even suck him off beforehand,” Ghost taunted back, as if there was even the thought of either of them going to find someone else. They both were so fucking addicted to each other it was almost insane.

“Oh really? Ah think ‘e’d be too scared tae get it up,” Soap’s taunts would be right, had the mere fact that a rookie fucking Ghost would be something that they gossiped about till it was further in the ground than Ghost had once been.

“Okay stop beating around the bush, you gonna let me suck ye off or not?” Ghost eventually piped up, as if it was just normal. Soap pretended to ponder it, as if they didn’t both know the answer. Ghost could already feel himself slipping into that headspace he loved so much. He couldn’t think of arguing with Soap anymore, he was more focused on just getting him to agree.

“Hmm, sure. But- ye still cannea cum. Dinnea want ye thinking yer better than me, so ye?” Ghost paused, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself from cumming, what with how pent up he was. But he couldn’t disagree with Soap in this space, so he nodded.

“Yes sir,” he whispered, as he sat up, trying to present himself to look enticing. Maybe if he did well enough Soap would change his mind and he would be allowed to cum. Soap looked at him like he was dumb, and motioned down to his crotch. Ghost scrambled to the floor, crawling in between Soap’s legs on all fours. Soap wanted him pathetic? He’d be pathetic. Pulling his balaclava to rest on the bridge of his crooked nose that had been broken one to many time, he nosed at Soap’s crotch, looking up at him like a sad dog. If the rules of the previous nights were still in place, he couldn’t touch. And he wouldn’t, not without permission. Because he was a good boy, and good boys follow the rules given to him.

“What’re ye waiting fer?” Soap spat, as if he wasn’t aware of Ghost’s inner turmoil.

“Can I touch you sir?” Ghost asked, his hands on his knees with perfect posture, as he waited for instructions. God, if anyone could see him now, the feared and renowned Ghost, kneeling in front of a subordinate, waiting for permission to suck him off. He was being such a good boy, presenting himself, a voice in his mind purred.

“No. Figure it oot. And dinnae ruin mah pants.”

Okay, so Ghost couldn’t touch Soap. That was okay, that was fine. He had done this before, he could handle that. But he didn’t know how he could remove Soap’s pants without using his hands. But he was a soldier, he could improvise. Even he was very much not in a state of mind to be creative, he would do so for Soap, because he told him to. So, while it took him a few moments, he took Soap’s zipper in his mouth, and pulled down. The zipper was quickly spit out as he thought about how he could pull Soap’s pants down.

“Hurry th’ fuck up slag,” Soap spat as Ghost stared at his jeans, trying to figure out how to pull the jeans down without getting wet with saliva. He didn’t want to ruin the pants after all, that wouldn’t be very good of him. And all he wanted in the moment was to be a good boy for Johnny.

“I don’t want to get your jeans wet sir,” Ghost mumbled his apology, still trying to figure out how to pull them down. He figured he could bite down on the hem and pull down, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure about it.

“Fuckin’ eejit. Can’t even do something this simple,” Soap degraded, knowing that Ghost knew that what he had instructed was very unfair and practically impossible, but he also knew that Ghost enjoyed that.

“‘M sorry sir,” he mumbled, looking down at his legs in shame. Even though a small voice in the back of his head told him that Soap wasn’t actually expecting him to succeed, he couldn’t help himself from being ashamed of himself. The rest of his brain was telling him that he failed and that he wasn’t a good boy, and that he needed to fix that.

“Stupid slut, need me ya do everything, do ye? Such an eejit, ye dinnae think ‘bout anything other than cock, do ye?” Soap’s words practically burned into Ghost’s mind, and he nodded. He really couldn’t think of anything other than Soap and his cock and how much he wanted to suck it. He really was an idiot, otherwise this wouldn’t be all that was on his mind. All the wanted to do was be a good boy for Soap and pleasure him.

“Ah dinnae think ye deserve mah cock, yer so stupid. Shouldn’t just give ye what ye want, ye’d never learn. And tha’s no guid, is it?” Soap asked, as if the only thing that Ghost understood from that was that he was being denied.

“No! Please sir, let me suck your cock, please! I’ll be a good boy for you, I promise,” Ghost begged, desperately looking up at Soap with pleading eyes, gripping into his thighs so he wouldn’t touch Soap. Because that would be breaking the rules, and he needed to be a good boy.

“No. Ah think ye’ve lost yer chance.”

Soap’s words pierced through Ghost’s heart, he could barely believe what he was hearing. He felt tears prick at his eyes, he was so pent up and desperate and Soap was denying him. He sadly shuffled away from Soap, who zipped his jeans back up. He couldn’t bring himself to get back on two legs, he felt he didn’t deserve it. So he just sadly laid down at Soap’s feet, desperately trying to not cry. He failed, horribly, and tears started streaming down his cheeks, staining his mask. He knew Soap could hear his sobs, but he didn’t care. He may have enjoyed being pathetic when at Soap’s mercy, but this wasn’t enjoyable anymore. Now he just felt like shit, like he didn’t deserve to even be in Soap’s presence.

“Simon..?” Soap was barely audible over Ghost’s crying, and he couldn’t bring himself to respond. Even if he wanted to, his sobbing wouldn’t allow him to.

“Oh, Simon, come ‘ere,” Soap commanded, patting the couch next to him. Ghost shook his head, even though he wanted to obey Soap, he truly believed that he didn’t deserve to be on the couch.

“Poor thing,” Soap whispered under his breath as he slid off the couch, wrapping his arms around Ghost to hold him in a tight hug. Ghost just let him, he didn’t have the mental strength to argue with him.

“Ah’m not actually mad with ye Si, that’s all jus’ fer show,” Soap whispered reassurances into his ear, and little by little, self doubt was replaced with praise from Soap.

“Are ye feeling better now?” Soap eventually asked, when Ghost’s breathing finally calmed down.

“Yeah, thanks,” Ghost breathlessly whispered in response, letting himself just melt into the feeling of Soap behind him and his heartbeat.

“Ah’m sorry, Ah was too mean tae ye,” Ghost just shook his head, before pressing his back into Soap’s chest.

“Not your fault. You didn’t know it would be so intense on me,” he reassured the Scot, closing his eyes and letting himself just float. Soap sighed, and didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Would ye like me tae make it up tae ye?” Soap asked, surprising Ghost.

“How so?”

“Ah’ll jerk ye off. Ye dinnae need tae do anything fer me,” Soap explained, and Ghost could feel his hot breath on his neck. He didn’t even need to think about it, he nodded immediately. Soap snaked a hand down to Ghost’s crotch, gently pulling his pants down. He then pulled his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. Ghost sucked in a sharp breath when the cool air hit his cock, but it turned into a quiet moan as Soap wrapped his hand around it. His hand was dry and slightly rough, but Ghost couldn’t care. All he cared about was that Soap was finally giving him the pleasure he so wanted. He found himself not holding his noises back, not caring to keep quiet. If Soap wanted him quiet then he’d tell him, but so far he hadn’t complained.

“God ye sound so guid,” Soap moaned, as if he was getting just as much pleasure from this as Ghost was. But if anything, he was glad. He wanted any pleasure that he could get from Soap, and the feeling was weirdly familiar. Like it was just how it always was. Ghost found himself arching his back away from Soap as he moaned, leaning his head against Soap’s shoulder. Soap started pressing soft kisses to Simon’s head, a way to ground him. But there was something more to the kisses, something that Ghost had no shot at identifying in his state.

“Gonna cum,” he ground out, struggling to let the words out through his moans and whimpers. Soap just nodded, speeding his hand up. Ghost just continued moaning, letting himself chase the pleasure that he so desperately wanted. When he finally spilled over Soap’s hand, he let out a deep sigh combined with a low moan. He let himself regain his breath, as Soap continued holding him, as one would a lover.

Ghost stood in front of Soap’s door, hesitating to knock on it. He wanted to talk about the event a few days ago, because neither of them had brought it up yet, and it was driving Ghost insane. As he finally knocked on it, he heard Soap scramble to open the door.

“Ghost! What are ye doing here?” Soap asked as he opened the door, obviously pretending to be surprised.

“Wanted to talk to you,” Ghost clipped as he entered the room, watching Soap close and lock the door behind him. He sat at the edge of Soap’s bed, waiting for Soap to walk back over.

“So… a few days ago-“

“Ah am SO sorry aboot that Ghost, Ah never meant fer ye tae break doon,” Soap started rambling, placing his hands on Ghost’s shoulders in an attempt to try and comfort himself.

“No- I’m not upset about that Soap. Just, what does this make us? I- I want to know.”

Ghost’s words seemed to make Soap pause, obviously trying to understand what Ghost had just said. The both stood in silence for a few minutes before Soap piped up again.

“Ah… Ah dinnae know. What de ye waant it tae be?” The Scot asked, and this time Ghost was the one surprised. He thought that he’d made what he wanted pretty clear, although it might be easy to misconstrue his wants as just sex, but he truly wanted more from his relationship with Soap.

“What’s on the table?” He eventually asked, he didn’t want to overstep in this situation. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he scared Soap off.

“Ah’d rather not jost be fuckbuddies,” Soap admitted, and Ghost paused. Ho-l-y shit.

“Dating? Partner? Boyfriends? What’s the term?” Ghost started thinking aloud, trying to keep this thoughts off of panicking. Soap quietly laughed, and Ghost froze in place.

“We can be partners, if ye want tae be,” he confessed, and Ghost unfroze. He nodded quickly in response, grabbing Soap’s hands to reassure.

“Yes, I do want to be partners,” he whispered into one of Soap’s hands, and when his hot breath hit them, Soap twitched ever so slightly in response. He pressed a kiss to the inside of both of them, and looked up at Soap. His eyes probably looked pathetic and sad, but he couldn’t care.

“God ye look cute when ye’r smaller than me,” Soap eventually piped up, smiling down at Ghost. He removed his hands from Ghost’s, and gently grabbed the bottom of his balaclava. A silent question. Ghost answered in the same way, simply nodding once, and letting Soap pull the balaclava up and over his head.

“Look so pretty,” he breathlessly praised, running a thumb down Ghost’s chin. Ghost whimpered quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He let himself just sort of float in the familiarity of Soap’s touch, as the Scot used his free hand to run through Ghost’s hair. Ghost practically purred as his hair was played with, letting Soap do what he wanted. When Soap placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed, Ghost just laid down on the bed, he trusted Soap. He let the Scot wrap his arms around his torso and hold him, just letting himself float in the feeling of being held for the first time in forever.

“Yer hair smells good,” Soap whispered into the back of his head, before pressing a kiss to it. Ghost let out a soft chuckle, and sighed comfortably.

“I take care of my hair,” he quietly responded, incredibly comfortable just laying in Soap’s arms. Soap let out an amused sigh, as he started messing with Ghost’s hair again.

“Yer really pretty,” he whispered, as if it was a secret to be kept between the two of them.

“So are you Johnny,” Ghost whispered back, allowing the secret to be shared within the two of them.

Ghost and Soap opened the door to yet another shabby safe house, waiting for evac to arrive in a few hours. Soap had sat down on the couch as Ghost made sure they were safe. Soap found himself watching as Ghost checked every corner and every place that could possibly be unsafe.

“Ye look hot when ye’r doing this,” he eventually commented, looking Ghost up and down.

“I’ll get on my knees when I finish doing this Soap,” Ghost replied, and Soap let out a laugh.

“Presumptuous, aren’t ye?” The Scot taunted, and he could practically hear the eye roll in Ghost’s words as he responded.

“You telling me you’d rather not have me on my knees again?” Ghost asked, looking over at Soap and cocking an eyebrow tauntingly.

“Never said that,” Soap crossed his arms and slunk down further into the couch, sticking his bottom lip out and pouting.

“Well, if you want me between your knees, you’ll wait for me to finish this,” the conversation was very obviously over, and Ghost had gotten the last word in. Soap continued pouting as he watched Ghost make sure the safe house was secured.

“There we go, now, how long do we have before evac?” Ghost piped up as he walked back to the couch, standing above Soap.

“Three hours, plenty of time fer ye tae get on yer knees,” Soap snarked in response, smirking up at Ghost. Ghost rolled his eyes, but got on his knees between Soap’s legs, pulling his balaclava up to sit on the bridge of his nose. He looked up at Soap, waiting for permission to touch him.

“God ye look so pretty when yer on yer knees fer me,” Soap practically purred, cupping Ghost’s chin with one of his hands, gently rubbing his thumb against his face. Ghost preened at the attention, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He could hear Soap unzip his jeans, and he opened his eyes to see the Scot try to pull his pants and boxers down with only one hand. When he managed to do so, his cock sprung free and Ghost looked at it with hunger in his eyes. The excitement was brimming inside him, as he looked back up at Soap.

“Ye can touch loue,” the second the words left Soap’s mouth, Ghost’s was on him in an instant. He gently lapped at the tip, preparing himself to take the full thing as he started pressing kisses to it. Soap just let him, apparently he’d figured out that he would get exactly what he wanted to if he just let Ghost do his work. Ghost took the tip into his mouth, gently licking it and sucking on it. He let himself start to enter that fuzzy headspace that he loved so much, solely focused on pleasuring Soap. He knew that Soap would let him cum later, he’d promised him that he wouldn’t pull a repeat of the last time without Ghost consent previous to when they actually did anything.

“Such a guid boy fer me,” Soap praised, and Ghost just further let himself sink into that warm fuzzy feeling. He started to take more of Soap into his mouth, until he bottomed out, his nose hitting his stomach. He heard Soap let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, and he was more than pleased with himself for getting Soap to react already. He paused for a second, letting himself adjust to the familiar feeling again. He eventually pulled back ever so slightly, before bobbing back down.

“God ye feel guid Ghost, fuckin’ amazing,” Soap purred, gently running a hand down Ghost’s head, mimicking running his hand through his hair. Soap knew that Ghost wouldn’t want to take his balaclava off yet, not until they were safe back on base. So he didn’t even ask, he just let him keep it on. They both needed whatever comfort they could scrounge together after missions. So he pretended as if he was running his hands through Ghost’s hair and not against the fabric of a balaclava that had seen hell and survived, causing it to be rough from the constant use. For Ghost. Ghost preened at the attention, and continued bobbing his head, desperate to show just how good of a boy he could be. Even though Soap hadn’t even brought up the prospect of punishment, there was a not so little voice in the back of his head telling him that he had to make sure that he was being good for Soap, prove his worth.

“Yer such a guid boy Si,” Soap let out a breathy moan as he spoke, very obviously heavily affected by Ghost. Ghost started licking around Soap’s cock, closing his eyes and focusing only on pleasuring Soap. Soap threw his head back, letting out breathy moans and whimpers. Ghost just let himself float as he bobbed his head, sucking in the sides of his mouth occasionally, causing drool to start falling down his chin, but he couldn’t care at all. All he was focused on was how good he was being. Soap let himself focus on how good Ghost’s mouth felt, he’d make sure Ghost came soon after he did. Ghost felt himself sink into a rhythm that he was oh so familiar with, his head feeling floaty and fuzzy as he did so. He loved that feeling so much, adored it, craved it, loved how easy it was for Soap to put him in that headspace.

“‘M gonna cum Si,” Soap warned, not expecting Ghost to try and swallow it at all. Ghost simply did his best to nod, doubling down on his efforts. He let Soap cut down his throat, not worrying about the small amounts dripping down his chin, he wasn’t expected to swallow it all, after all. When Soap calmed back down, he gently wiped the droplets of cum from Ghost’s face, smiling softly down at him. Ghost just kept his hands on his knees, waiting for a command.

“How’d ye like ta cum loue?” He asked, giving him the ability to choose whatever he wanted. Ghost thought for a few minutes, weighing his options.

“Could you let me ride your thigh..?”

He hesitantly asked, as if he’d be denied his request for whatever reason.

“Of course Si, now come ‘ere, let’s get ye situated,” Soap helped Ghost stand, allowing him to sit himself down on his thigh. He let out a quiet whimper of pleasure as his clothed cock hit Soap’s thigh. Soap gently held onto Ghost’s thighs, giving him a place of grounding and a way to keep him stable. Ghost started gently thrusting against his thigh, letting himself chase his pleasure. Soap started running one of his hands down Ghost’s side, just watching Ghost as he did what he wanted and slowly brought himself to orgasm.

“Look so pretty Ghostie,” Soap cooed as Ghost sped his rutting up, finding the way Ghost looked when he was solely focused on pleasure more than attractive. He watched as Ghost started moaning and whimpering, his rutting becoming erratic and staggered. He saw Ghost throw his head back, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. It was just now that Soap realized it would be incredibly clear what they had done if Ghost came in his pants, and how embarrassed Ghost would most likely be.

“Si, Ah’m real sorry but Ah dinnae think ye should cum in yer pants,” he warned, and Ghost whined. He wasn’t thinking of anything other than pleasure and cumming his brains out, and he was confused.

“Dinnae worry loue, ye can still cum. How ‘bout ah jerk ye off and Ah promise Ah’ll let ye cum on mah thigh as much as ye want when we get back, okay?” Soap reassured him, as he pressed a kiss to his chin. Ghost whined but nodded, very obviously pleased with the promise Soap had made. He slide off of Soap’s knee, and onto the ground, frowning at the lose of friction.

“Oh no loue, ye’r allowed oon the couch,” Soap chuckled, patting the section of the couch next to him. Ghost hesitantly climbed onto the couch, sitting down. Soap unzipped Ghost’s jeans, gently pulling his boxers down as well, letting Ghost’s cock spring free. Ghost let out a quiet whimper in response, but didn’t fight it. Soap spat in his hand, before wrapping it around Ghost’s cock. Ghost whimpered quietly at the touch, and let out a breathy moan as Soap started moving his hand up and down.

“Such a pretty boy, so pretty fer me mah little Ghostie,” Soap praised, and Ghost whimpered loudly. He’d never felt small around people besides his dad before, he was always taller and stronger than most of the people around him, and now Soap was legitimately making him feel small. But not in a bad way like how he felt with his dad, in a good way. Like he was a small animal to take care of, one that would be kept safe. Like Ghost was a small, feral kitten someone was nursing back to health with reassurance and love. And he adored it. Loved how he felt when he was at Soap’s mercy, how he felt like he was cared for. He let himself melt into the pleasure as Soap jerked him off, knowing that he’d always be taken care of as long as Soap was there.

“Such a good boy,” Soap praised, and Ghost threw his head back again. He felt that all familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up inside him, and moaned loudly.

“Ye can cum whenever ye wantae sweetheart,” Soap reassured him, and Ghost almost immediately came in response, the response having been practically trained into him.

“So good fer me Si, such a good boy fer listening tae me earlier,” the Scot praised as Ghost started coming back from subspace. He still let himself float however, he knew Soap would protect him if need be. He was safe with Soap.

“Soap, that promise you made on the mission…” Ghost mumbled as he walked into Soap’s room, as the aforementioned Scot was drawing in a journal on his shitty bed. Soap looked over at him, giving him a smile.

“Ye wantae do that noo?” He asked, placing the journal to the side and patting the small space next to him on the bed. Ghost nodded, he wasn’t great at asking for things if he wasn’t decently deep in subspace. Soap knew that as well, and just nodded, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s masked face as he sat down on the bed. They both knew that yet again, Ghost wouldn’t want to take the mask off until he was decently far into subspace, and yet again, Soap was fine with that. He treated Ghost as carefully as he could, yet still treated him as if he was actually strong, in some weird mixed up way. And Ghost loved it, he loved just melting into Soap’s touch as he was treated with adoration and love by the Scot.

“Come ‘ere loue, let’s get ye situated,” Soap half commanded half requested, making sure that Ghost could back out at anytime if he ever wanted to. Not that Ghost would want to, but it was nice to be treated so nice. Soap shifted over to the side of the bed, giving him easier access to his thigh. Ghost followed suit, sitting himself down on Soap’s thigh and letting out a small sigh of satisfaction as his clothed cock hit Soap’s rough jeans. Soap pressed a soft kiss to approximately where Ghost’s lips would be under the mask, and then smiling at him.

“Ye can start whenever ye wantae, and ye can stop when ye’ve decided ye’ve had enough, okay loue?” Soap explained, and Ghost nodded. Those were easy rules, he could follow them. He started with a soft thrust, causing him to moan in reaction, the familiar feeling of his clothed cock trapped beneath his jeans and boxers, rubbing against Soap’s own jeans, god it always felt good. He started speeding his thrusts up, tossing his head back as Soap started running his hands down his sides. The mixture of the feelings was weirdly arousing, being gently caressed as he thrusted against Soap’s thigh, it all felt so good. His breath hitched slightly as he moved to the side ever so slightly, somehow finding a new angle to pleasure himself on.

“Such a pretty boy, humpin’ mah leg like that,” Soap started whispering praises as his hands snaked under Ghost’s shirt, now roaming around his chest without the barrier of his shirt in the way. Ghost just moaned in response, the way he was rutting against Soap’s thigh, how Soap’s hands felt against his chest, it all pulled him down into subspace extremely quickly. All that was running through Ghost’s mind was chasing his pleasure as he rutted against the familiar feeling of Soap’s thigh. He was brought back ever so slightly when Soap held the bottom of his balaclava, silently asking for permission to take it off. Ghost nodded, and Soap ever so gently pulled it over his head, folding it up and placing it to the side as Ghost continued humping his thigh, as this was the most normal thing in the world.

“So good fer me Si, my little Ghostie bein’ so guid fer me,” he continued praising, as he started to press gentle kisses to Ghost’s shoulder, earning even more moans and whimpers from the brit. He bit his lip, a pathetic attempt to quiet himself down and trap the moans and whimpers from getting out. Normally Soap would complain or take his hand off, but this was supposed to be about Ghost, not him. So he just let Ghost clamp his lips together to try and muffle his sounds, besides, it was almost amusing how bad he was at it.

“Gonna cum,” he panted through grit teeth, and Soap just nodded.

“Whenever ye wantae, pretty boy,” he encouraged, letting Ghost choose the pace and how soon he came. Ghost nodded back, he could do that. He could take control if it was a command, that was easier. It was always easier when he was given a command, especially in subspace. So he didn’t try to speed up or force himself to cum, he let himself settle himself into a rhythm with his thrusts, finding it easier to do so now that he had just gotten a command from Soap. His orgasm eventually rolled over him, and he panted heavily as he continued rutting against Soap’s thigh. He didn’t want the moment to be over yet, and the pleasure he was receiving was amazing.

“God howfur did Ah end up with such a guid boy?” Soap asked, as Ghost twitched ever so slightly with overstimulation as he thrusted. The feeling of his now sticky boxers and jeans against Soap’s thigh mixed with the overstimulation felt like heaven to Ghost, if he could forever be in this place and this state… god now that’s a thought. He clamped his eyes shut as he felt Soap’s hands start to roam his chest again. The mixture of sensations put him right on the edge of release again, and all it took was Soap pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before he was cumming again.

“So guid fer me, such a pretty boy,” Soap praised yet again, and Ghost whimpered. Now he was incredibly overstimulated and even the vibrations when Soap chuckled ever so slightly sent shivers down his spine. He was panting heavily, everything felt like too much and not enough at the exact same time somehow. His rutting slowed down as the feeling of his clothed cock sliding against Soap’s thigh became somewhat painful. He stopped his humping, and let himself calm down.

“Ye all done?” Soap words brought him back and grounded him, even if they weren’t meant to be particularly calming. He nodded, he didn’t think he had another round in him, and he felt as if his legs would collapse if he tried to stand, so he simply leaned against Soap’s chest. Soap let out a quiet, non-judgemental laugh, rubbing Ghost’s back.

“We hae tae get ye all cleaned up Si,” he reminded, and Ghost groaned. All he wanted to do was melt into Soap’s reassuring touch as kisses were pressed to the top of his head. Soap smiled gently, pressing a kiss to the top of Ghost’s head, as if he could read his mind.

“Five minutes, then Ah’ve got tae grab ye some new bottoms,” Ghost wasn’t pleased that him being held would be ended eventually, but he was happy that it wasn’t immediately ending. Soap continued rubbing his back, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to the top of Ghost’s head.

#maned ‘boose fics #maned ‘boose smut fics #maned ‘boose CoD MW fics #maned ‘boose cod #originally posted on ao3 #originally posted on 07/06/2023 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap

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Look.

I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.

People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".

These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.

If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.

EDIT:

Ok fine, I spent 3 hours compiling sources for all of these, you can find that below the cut.

I'll give at least one link per subject area. There are of course many more sources to be read on these subject areas and no post could possibly give someone a full education on these subjects.

Biden and trans rights: https://www.hrc.org/resources/president-bidens-pro-lgbtq-timeline

Trump and trans rights: https://www.aclu.org/news/lgbtq-rights/trump-on-lgbtq-rights-rolling-back-protections-and-criminalizing-gender-nonconformity

The two sources above show how Biden has done a lot of work to promote trans rights, and how Trump did a lot of work to hurt trans rights.

Biden on abortion access: https://www.cnn.com/2022/07/08/politics/what-is-in-biden-abortion-executive-order/index.html

Trump on abortion access: https://apnews.com/article/abortion-trump-republican-presidential-election-2024-585faf025a1416d13d2fbc23da8d8637

Biden openly supports access to abortion and has taken steps to protect those rights at a federal level even after Roe v Wade was overturned. Trump, on the other hand, was the man who appointed the judges who helped overturn Roe v Wade and he openly brags about how proud he is of that decision. He also states that he believes individual states should have the final say in whether or not abortion is legal, and that he trusts them to "do the right thing", meaning he supports stronger abortion bans.

Biden on environmental reform: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/statements-releases/2021/10/07/fact-sheet-president-biden-restores-protections-for-three-national-monuments-and-renews-american-leadership-to-steward-lands-waters-and-cultural-resources/

Trump on environmental reform: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/climate/trump-environment-rollbacks-list.html

Biden has made major steps forward for environmental reform. He has restored protections that Trump rolled back. He has enacted many executive orders and more to promote environmental protections, including rejoining the Paris Accords, which Trump withdrew the USA from. Trump is also well known for spreading conspiracy theories and lies about global climate change, calling it a "Chinese hoax".

Biden on healthcare and prescription reform: https://www.hhs.gov/about/news/2023/06/09/biden-administration-announces-savings-43-prescription-drugs-part-cost-saving-measures-president-bidens-inflation-reduction-act.html

Trump on healthcare reform: https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/07/politics/obamacare-health-insurance-ending-trump/index.html

I'm rolling healthcare and prescriptions and vaccines and public health all into one category here since they are related. Biden has lowered drug costs, expanded access to medicaid, and ACA enrollment has risen during his presidency. He has also made it so medical debt no longer applies to a person's credit score. He signed many executive orders during his first few weeks in office in order to get a handle on Trump's grievous mishandling of the COVID pandemic. Trump also wants to end the ACA. Trump is well known for refusing to wear a mask during the pandemic, encouraging the use of hydroxylchloroquine to "treat" COVID, and being openly anti-vaxx.

Biden on student loan forgiveness: https://www.ed.gov/news/press-releases/biden-harris-administration-announces-additional-77-billion-approved-student-debt-relief-160000-borrowers

Trump on student loan forgiveness: https://www.forbes.com/sites/adamminsky/2024/06/20/trump-knocks-bidens-vile-student-loan-forgiveness-plans-suggests-reversal/

Trump wants to reverse the student loan forgiveness plans Biden has enacted. Biden has already forgiven billions of dollars in loans and continues to work towards forgiving more.

Infrastructure funding:

I'm putting these links next together because they are all about infrastructure.

In general, Trump's "achievements" for infrastructure were to destroy environmental protections to speed up projects. Many of his plans were ineffective due to the fact that he did not clearly outline where the money was going to come from, and he was unwilling to raise taxes to pay for the projects. He was unable (and unwilling) to pass a bipartisan infrastructure bill during his 4 years in office. He did sign a few disaster relief bills. He did not enthusiastically promote renewable energy infrastructure. He created "Infrastructure Weeks" that the federal government then failed to fund. Trump did not do nothing for infrastructure, but his no-tax stance and his dislike for renewable energy means the contributions he made to American infrastructure were not as much as he claimed they were, nor as much as they could have been. Basically, he made a lot of promises, and delivered on very few of them. He is not "against" infrastructure, but he's certainly against funding it.

Biden was able to pass that bipartisan bill after taking office. The Bipartisan Infrastructure Plan that Trump tried to prevent from passing during Biden's term contains concrete funding sources and step by step plans to rebuild America's infrastructure. If you want to read the plan, you can find it here: https://www.whitehouse.gov/build/guidebook/. Biden has done far more for American infrastructure than Trump did, most notably by actually getting the bipartisan bill through congress.

Biden on Racial Equity: https://www.npr.org/sections/president-biden-takes-office/2021/01/26/960725707/biden-aims-to-advance-racial-equity-with-executive-actions

Trump on Racial Equity: https://www.axios.com/2024/04/01/trump-reverse-racism-civil-rights https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-us-canada-37230916

Trump's racist policies are loud and clear for everyone to hear. We all heard him call Mexicans "Drug dealers, criminals, rapists". We all watched as he enacted travel bans on people from majority-Muslim nations. Biden, on the other hand, has done quite a lot during his term to attempt to reconcile racism in this country, including reversing Trump's "Muslim ban" the first day he was in office.

Biden on DEI: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2021/06/25/executive-order-on-diversity-equity-inclusion-and-accessibility-in-the-federal-workforce/

Trump on DEI: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-tried-to-crush-the-dei-revolution-heres-how-he-might-finish-the-job/ar-BB1jg3gz

Biden supports DEI and has signed executive orders and passed laws that support DEI on the federal level. Trump absolutely hates DEI and wants to eradicate it.

Biden on criminal justice reform: https://time.com/6155084/biden-criminal-justice-reform/

Trump on criminal justice reform: https://www.vox.com/2020-presidential-election/21418911/donald-trump-crime-criminal-justice-policy-record https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2024/05/trumps-extreme-plans-crime/678502/

From pardons for non-violent marijuana convictions to reducing the federal government's reliance on private prisons, Biden has done a lot in four years to reform our criminal justice system on the federal level. Meanwhile, Trump has described himself as "tough on crime". He advocates for more policing, including "stop and frisk" activities. Ironically it's actually quite difficult to find sources about what Trump thinks about crime, because almost all of the search results are about his own crimes.

Biden on military support for Israel: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/national-security/biden-obama-divide-closely-support-israel-rcna127107

Trump on military support for Israel: https://www.vox.com/politics/353037/trump-gaza-israel-protests-biden-election-2024

Biden supports Israel financially and militarily and promotes holding Israel close. So did Trump. Trump was also very pro-Israel during his time in office and even moved the embassy to Jerusalem and declared Jerusalem the capitol of Israel, a move that inflamed attitudes in the region.

Biden on a ceasefire: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2024/06/05/gaza-israel-hamas-cease-fire-plan-biden/73967659007/

Trump on a ceasefire: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/donald-trump/trump-israel-gaza-finish-problem-rcna141905

Trump has tried to be quiet on the issue but recently said he wants Israel to "finish the problem". He of course claims he could have prevented the whole problem. Trump also openly stated after Oct 7th that he would bar immigrants who support Hamas from the country and send in officers to American protests to arrest anyone supporting Hamas.

Biden meanwhile has been quietly urging Netanyahu to accept a ceasefire deal for months, including the most recent announcement earlier in June, though it seems as though that deal has finally fallen through as well.

#i/p #biden #uspol #election 2024

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