#Soap X Ghost

[lukasaurusart]

I haven't had any time at all this week to draw stuff that isn't for school so have this 30 min sketch that is part of my eepy ghoap sketches.

They are taking on the way back to base.

[al4thea]

With hands stained deep in crimson’s thread, I cradle those I love in red.

[chaosandmarigolds]

"How are we gonna get up there?"

It was supposed to be an easy midnight to noon shift, one that you could just sleep through the entirety of it. Maybe a transfer or even maaaybe one emergency so you could have fun and drive lights and sirens. But no, turns out your Lieutenant was on shift AND?? your partner had called out so you got some random solider that happened to have their EMT.

So, that is how you ended up with Johnny MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley on your call. Now, that didn't answer the question as to why you were all staring up at a window that was easily ten feet off the ground. It was supposed to be an easy welfare check, house clinic workers had asked for backup so instead of fire and police they had just asked for military. Counterproductive in your mind..

Well the door was locked, and the only window that was somewhat close was the one you were all looking at.

With a huff of air you take a step back, snow crunching under the weight of you and the bright red med slinger over your shoulder, "I dont know, looks like a bathroom window- it's kinda small."

Johnny shrugs, turning his head back to you, "Couldea jus break down the door."

"No no," You frown, unclipped the bag and let it fall, "We...there's gotta be a way we could get in through the garage-"

"Stitches you're going up," the lieutenant then said, not even bothering to look at you. Maybe because he knew your face would be contorted to one of dismay.

You scoff, "What if they're armed?"

"Does it smell like they're armed?" He retorted and to that you fell silent. And no...it didn't seem like the patient inside had the capacity to be .. well...

It took a few minutes of coaching them both on how to push you up, thankfully the window was cracked so it didn't take long to push yourself through- after a moment of a stinging pain in your leg. And then came the fall, of which was onto the lid of the toilet and then onto the floor.

it took a moment of regaining your composure before you realized Johnny was yelling for you, so you reply with a quip, standing as you stretch your newly sore back. "Three years of schooling to be used as a fucking door opener" You mutter as catch the red med bag as it's shoved through the window.

with a small grumble you go to walk through the home, finding the patient laying in their bed. And against odds... alive.

"Hi, I'm a paramedic, some people were worried about ya." You begin, "here, let me let my friends inside and then we can help ya out."

The patient was staring at you, seeming shocked, "How did you get in?"

You clear your throat, "Not important. But...you might was to get your bathroom window resealed."

-

"Damn," your partner laughs the next shift, looking at the black and blues forming on your side and thigh, "you ate shit huh?"

"Not on purpose."

"Yeah, anyway- how was your shift with Lt and Soap?"

"Who the fuck is soap?"

He blinked, "Sergeant Mactavish?"

You gagged on the fourth energy drink of the day and then laugh, "Oh! Yeah it was fine. Lieutenant really likes Blackpink too."

(Based on real events, at least till the end. :p)

[emmster]

Great story! Lots of cool art (including a couple of mine). Highly recommend!

What if Soap didn't die in the tunnels that day? What if the body they had recovered wasn't him?

And almost a year later, Ghost gets his hands on a set of photographs that show that the love of his life is still miraculously alive, living in London.

Now what if when Ghost desperately rushed to find him again and was finally standing in front of him, Soap's eyes showed no recognition of knowing who Ghost was?

Ghost swallows his pain and ignores the feel of the wedding ring he wears next to his dog tags in order to befriend Soap again. Anything to be back in his life.

Well I just posted the first chapter that begins to explore how these two souls come together again in a story about unending and unconditional love till death and beyond 🤗

[ghostmoon1]

Day Nine - Scars

Ghost x Soap

Master List

Icl, I think 22' Ghost has the Ghost comic's backstory too. That's just my opinion, so I mixed it in here :3 And just added a random lil thing in too

CW: Mentions of torture, scars, swearing, insults

Words: 1,118

Booted feet softly thudded against the hard cold floors of the base, creating a slight echo through the quiet halls. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants, the soft fabric clinging to his body. His mohawk was messy and sticking up all over the place, he hadn’t even cared to make himself look semi-decent even if he was just walking through the halls. 

He have had a shit day, all he wanted to do was get back to the barracks and flop onto his bed, blocking out the rest of the world. And he knew just the person to help him do so, Simon.

He wasted no time banging his hand against Simon’s door, possibly too loud and aggressive for this time of the night but he was fuming. The door rattled slightly as his fist hit it, the lock squeaking in protest. A few moments later, footsteps and shuffling could be heard from inside, not before a small groan in annoyance.

The door swings open, revealing Simon with dishevelled hair, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His light skin almost shone in the dim lights of the barracks, his eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance and bags under his eyes. He brushed a hand through his hair with a yawn as he studied Johnny standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. He looked pissed.

“Fuck you doing up…” he mutters, turning his head to the clock in his room. “At 2 am?”

Without answering, Johnny barged past him and made a beeline towards his bed. He threw himself at it, letting the soft sheets embrace him and the smell of Simon fill his senses. He groaned, wanting to let out more of his stress but settled for wrapping his arms around his pillow and bringing it to his face. “Fuckin’ bullshit day…” he mutters, his voice muffled by the pillow as he shows no signs of pulling away soon.

With a sigh, Simon shuts the door and locks it then makes his way over to the bed. He nudges him softly to get him to move, so he could at least have some of the bed to himself before sliding under the covers with him, propped up against the head of the bed. He gently pulls Johnny away from his pillow and carefully settles him on his bare chest. Johnny’s reaction was immediate, snuggling into his chest and wrapping his arms around his torso, letting their legs get tangled together. Simon holds him close, his fingers tracing small circles on his arms.

“Recruits are fuckin’ wankers…” Simon stifles a laugh and earns himself a wack on the chest. “That ain’t funny!”

He coughs and bites his tongue to stop himself from laughing. “Yeah, right. Continue.”

He huffs softly before he continues, his fingers tracing small patterns along his chest, feeling Simon’s muscles tense and relax to his touch. “Right. You wouldn’t believe that I had to break up a fight in the mess hall, fuckin’ idiots! And you know what for? He took the last fucking teabag! You Brits and your fuckin’ tea…”

“They just sound immature, you know we don’t act like that Johnny.”

“Well, they were goons! Got me in the fucking ribs when I intervened! Why the fuck would you fight o’er somethin’ so bizarre!?” he rants, throwing his arms up dramatically as he explains.

Simon sighs as he makes an effort to not laugh at his earlier situation. He carefully takes his hand and rests it back on his chest. “Show me.”

Johnny grumbles but lifts his shirt just past his ribs, a patch of purple and green painted onto the skin on his ribs as a bruise forms. Simon hisses softly as he studies it, brushing his fingers against it with a feather-light touch. He meets his eyes as Johnny hisses softly in pain, flinching away by instinct but trying to fight them and let him continue. He stares into his soft baby blues for a moment, letting the admiration overwhelm him. 

Johnny slowly relaxes under his touch. He knew he’d be looked after, protected by Simon. He knew he could trust him. He lets his head sit on his chest, one of his hands coming up to trace the scaring that tore from his ribs and down his chest.

“Roba…”

Johnny blinks in surprise, studying his face. A wave of sadness and anger hit him as he watched his expression. “Roba…?”

Simon nods, letting his hand trace the scar. “He did that to me. Meathook.”

“Fuckin hell…” he mumbles, looking down at the scar and studying the way it curved around his ribs, it had healed messy, and the skin was a mess. His heart clenched the more he thought about it. He has probably gone through so much, it hurt him almost physically to think about it. “How’d that not kill you…”

“Pure insanity, I think.”

Johnny barks out a laugh at his response, humming as Simon takes his hand and places it on another scar. “This one… remember when Kyle tried to teach you how to use a throwing knife?”

He hums in response with a soft nod, letting his fingers run over the rough flesh. “Yeah..?”

Simon laughs softly, his chest rumbling and vibrating beneath Johnnys hand. “That one’s from you, didn’t get around to telling ya, did I?”

His eyes shoot up as the realisation hits him. That time Kyle was teaching him to throw a knife, but it had slipped out of his hand and hit Simon in the chest. That day he had brushed it off, saying it hadn't struck him. But it had, he just didn’t want him to feel horrible and give up on trying out of pure guilt. “Yer big bastard.”

“It was fine, a bit of glue fixed me right up,” he replies almost as if it was all a joke, or he had found it amusing anyway.  

Johnny grumbles into his chest and sighs. “You should’ve told me I did that to yer.”

He shakes his head, moving his hand again to rest it above his heart. Johnny instantly relaxes, his body melting into his chest as he feels the warmth and the soft thud of his heartbeat against his hand. “I’m one of the reasons for your scars then.”

Simon smiles, cupping his cheek softly and letting his thumb brush through the stubble. “I don’t mind it, can sorta’ say I have a lil’ bit of you everywhere I go then, huh?”

Johnny reflects his smile, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Yeah, I guess so,” he whispers, before leaning over and softly pressing a kiss against the scar he had given him.

[darth-mortem]

It was hard alone mission for Ghost, but he will be fine soon.

[stoutguts]

it's okay to cry 💀🧼 (angsty)

comfort art/comfort comic with my comfort ship OR me heavily projecting my own mental health struggles onto Soap because it's his turn/I need a break

very proud of the backgrounds I hand-drew for this

[forestshadow-wolf]

They used to work so well together. Johnny and Ghost. Like two sides of the same coin. But now. It's been years. And it doesn't feel like Ghost anymore. And he hasn't been Johnny in ages. And he can read Ghost like the back of his hand. He knows what he's thinking with just a look. But this... this felt different. Like not Ghost. I couldn't have been said in a different language for all Soap understood it. Whoever it was sounded like Ghost, and acted like Ghost, and looked like Ghost. But he didn't speak like Ghost. And maybe before. When it was still Ghost and Johnny he would have known. But it almost killed him then, and he can't waltz the onesided dance again. Soap's forgotten how to understand him now.

ghost who rejected soap years ago because there’s no way soap loved him. soap, years younger than him with so little experience, couldn’t’ve looked at him with anything more than puppy love. time continues on and things shift. they’re put on different teams and it’s ages before they reunite. they’re both older now, both different. ghost says to hell with it and they hook up. it’s messy, it’s almost everything ghost could’ve wanted. it’s too detached. ghost considers pressing a kiss to soap’s sweaty forehead, staring at the way the hair starts to curl at the root, devoid of gel. soap pulls away before he can. gone is the adoration in soap’s bright eyes, resignation haven taken root.

before soap leaves he stops and turns his head, looking at ghost who’s still on the bed. “I used to really love you, you know.”

and fuck doesn’t ghost know it.

[ghostsandguns]

Trying not to cry in class because I'm thinking about Soap's death. I need someone to make an edit of Soap and Ghost with 'Die with a smile' playing in the background right NOW 🫵🏻

[accecakes]

More Ghostsoap Fallout Shenanigans!!

They are in the process of getting to know either other's characters, Ghost is having a hard time figuring Soap out.

[melh1art]

good morning

[al4thea]

I would like to think that Ghost & Gaz tried their best to get to Soap as quickly as possible

Inspired by this image

[s3rrrpentine]

old men amirite

[thybreadmolds]

Silly Ghoap mini-comic incoming!

Sometimes we blurt out the most random stuff… Especially Soap.

[thisnoah]

He said the thing

[rj-opp]

Dork dad 👶💀

Idea from here <3