#09 ghoap

[baohanhanesel]

I bring you 09 Ghoap

[lululandd]

these two deserves a comfy chill time after what they went through🥺💙

'09 ghoap my beloved

[s0fter-sin]

“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”

[savedbycupid]

Fated to lose each other in every universe.

[gray-samael]

Silly arts of the first and only poly that got me hooked.

Based on these photos:

Thanks to hubby who sends all sorts of interesting photos.😂🖤

[noahdrawsalot]

This ones a bit more 👀 so if you’re a minor please be aware of that

[morthern]

Regretting posting Ghost alone so have a captain MacTavish

[electricchaser]

09 Ghost has a designated chair in Soap's office.

Soap doesn't clue into it at first. In the beginning, it was just an extra chair stuck in the corner of his office. It was old and worn, and he had a newer one in the other corner, but it was only for him to use when he needed a break while working, or for company, so he didn't care to replace it. Then Ghost started hanging around after hours, or even just during the workday, tending to his own responsibilities while Soap worked, but every time he'd sit in that exact chair. It confused Soap for a minute, and at first he'd try to make small talk, not wanting Ghost to feel uncomfortable or unwelcome, but eventually he catches on that Ghost isn't interested in conversation, or any interaction. He just doesn't want to be alone. Just wants to have a little company without the pressure of actually having to engage in social activities.

So Soap doesn't say anything when some of Ghost's belongings, officeware and paperwork start accumulating in a small bin under the chair overtime.

He doesn't say anything when he walks up to his office one afternoon to do some paperwork, only to find it unlocked and a bell set on top to alert anyone inside, and merely sits down at his desk to work on his reports when he sees Ghost curled up and out cold in the chair.

He doesn't bring it up when he continues to find Ghost curled up in his chair, sleeping or otherwise, even when Soap isn't in his office. Eventually he gets used to Ghost just being an accessory to his office, like a picture frame or a little basket of pens, always there, even when he wasn't.

He does say something when another recruit is in his office and they go to sit in that chair and he's struck with this overwhelming feeling of just... wrong and politely but firmly directs them to the other chair because 'that's not their chair'.

The first time Soap walked into his office after Shepperd's betrayal, and he sets eyes on that empty chair, he feels like a cold bucket of water was dumped over him, because seeing that chair empty has a whole different meaning now. It didn't mean Ghost was just off training or busy with other things. It didn't mean Ghost was just tied up somewhere else busy working. No, now that empty chair was a sign of pain. A symbol, of how Soap had been betrayed, a constant reminder of how the person that chair belonged to was no longer around to use it.

It takes a solid three weeks of Soap gathering his things and working somewhere else on base before he can finally stand the thought of sitting in his otherwise empty office to do his paperwork. The first time he does, he has to take multiple breaks to sob and pull at his hair and curse the world, and curse himself because damn it he should've known better than to get used to something that could get taken away from him so easily.

A few months later, Soaps snaps at an ignorant rookie who sees the old worn out chair and suggests getting rid of it, replacing it with something in better shape, and he only has half a heart to feel bad after the fact.

That chair never leaves Soap's office, even after he dies, because Price knew. He knew and he doesn't have the heart to clear out Soap's office. Not yet. Not for a long time. It isn't until Price leaves active duty and someone else takes over that that office gets cleared out, and even then, that chair and most of the belongings in that office leave with Price, set up and stored safely in a room in his house, because he'll be damned if he lets the only things left of his teammates just get thrown away, like they never mattered. Because they mattered to each other, more than anything or anyone else.

[abnormal-vacuum]

09 ghost who’s very fixated on heartbeats and body heat, whenever he gets upset or scared he feels his pulse to confirm he’s still there and alive, 09 ghost who lies his head on mactavishs chest to hear his heartbeat and his breathing, who everytime they have a scare in the field checks his pulse, 09 ghost who hates having anything heavy on top of him because it makes him feel like he’s back in that coffin buried six feet under, 09 ghost who’s very claustrophobic and sometimes even afraid of the dark because on bad nights everything reminds him of when he was dead.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Their love is a natural disaster (giggling and kicking my feet)

[skauni]

Some ‘09 Ghoap for my gremlins.

[baohanhanesel]

I bring more 09 Ghoap. 1/2

Dog Mactavish but Handler Simon because apparently the military dogs under the responsibility of their handlers have higher ranks than the handler.

So Hybrid Captain Mactavish and Handler Lieutenant Riley enters !

[greyauras]

Captain MacTavish, leering over a tied up enemy: "I am a very serious man."

Ghost: "I'm not, can't wait to chop your balls off."

Roach: *chainsaw noises*

[inkformyblood]

unconventional (COD Kinktober 2024 Day 22)

09 Ghoap, Orgasm denial, cockwarming. Canon era, Lemon.

Some days it would be easier to piss in a storm and not get his hands wet than stop Riley from throwing himself into a fight he shouldn’t be able to win. The fact he does win, keeps winning with a grin behind his mask that threatens to tear skin, doesn’t fucking help. 

Even now, he’s pulling against MacTavish’s hold on his neck, always leaning into the curl of his fingers or the solid heft of his palm instead of forwards to escape. Just light little tugs to feel the pressure as they make their way through the tangled network of corridors towards MacTavish’s quarters. They won’t be making much use of the additional space he’s allotted, only the bed, but through some luck, the rooms adjoining his are currently empty. A benefit, given how loud Riley can get when he wants something. 

“In.” MacTavish nudges him towards the door, Riley stumbling forwards to keep MacTavish’s hand against his neck, even as he turns to close and lock the door behind them. 

“Fucker had it coming,” Riley snarls. He turns his face to stare up at MacTavish, his breath warm against the heel of his palm, the threat of his teeth ever present. Still wearing his sunglasses but they’re close enough that the dark lens don’t hide the gleam of his eyes, the aching stretch of his grin behind his mask that bares all of his teeth. 

MacTavish hums a noncommittal answer and pulls Riley with him towards his bed. He sits down, directing Riley to stand in front of him between his legs, only the tips of his fingers indenting the side of Riley’s throat. He can make out the pulse of Riley’s heart, still rabbit-fast from the fight, excitement and adrenaline keeping it high. Dragging a pillow from the bed, MacTavish throws it onto the ground. “Kneel yourself down there, there’s a lad.”

Riley’s eyes widen, his mouth doing something unreadable behind his mask. If MacTavish had to guess, he’s chewing on his lower lip, teeth likely still bloody from a blow to the head. “Don’t need to, it’s fine.”

“Kneel.”

MacTavish removes his hand from Riley’s neck to tug at his own trousers, undoing them just enough that he can slide his hand inside his boxers. He isn’t hard, not yet, but Riley on his knees is a beautiful sight, even more so when Riley removes his glasses and slides them to one side. There’s the beginnings of a bruise on his cheek, pale skin flushed red, and his pupils are blown wide enough to obscure the honey-brown of his iris. He doesn’t tug his mask down, not yet, staring at the slight shift of MacTavish’s hand as he strokes himself. 

Punishing Riley is something of a sweet torture. Conventional methods like dragging him over his knee and beating his arse bright red won’t work and MacTavish isn’t privy to the blacked-out sections of Riley’s file but he’s seen the scars on the other man’s skin, the deliberate Y-shaped mark on his chest and torso, and he hasn’t the heart to inflict any more suffering onto the other man. It had been something of a revelation really, a method that fucking worked behind closed doors only. Not denying Riley an orgasm, but himself. Such aching torment. 

“Ready?” MacTavish murmurs, drawing his cock from his boxers, a smear of precome clinging to the head. At the start, he’d need a cock ring, Riley a mischievous brat when he’s being denied something he wants, but he’s had enough practice now to hold back the rising tide of his own orgasm even when Riley whines and begs. 

Riley nods, tugging his mask down and swallowing MacTavish’s cock in the same practised movement. It tears a groan from MacTavish’s throat, his hips twitching once before he can stop himself. He breathes deeply, pressing his hands into his thighs and Riley whines around his cock, the noise vibrating through him, the likely first of many. Manageable denial. He can do this. 

[ravensofcedar]

I've really been neglecting my tumblr recently... Let's see if this crop is good enough to stay up. Some 09 Ghoap I did recently, with MacTavish going to town on Ghost. This is supposed to have a companion piece, but I got caught up with writing and Valentine's Day art... I'll finish it once those are done.

You can find the full nsfw version here: Twitter | Bluesky

[gray-samael]

Power Couple.

Alpha Soap x Omega Ghost.