#Soap X Ghost

[codnasties]

https://x.com/HDPornVideoz/status/1807654648171385275?t=-FEv-ufTBrMgHdxgF9v-bw&s=19

ok but like soap and ghost sharing their little birdie, but still cant help kissing each other and sucking each other while lil birdie's just laying down and taking everything they give?? (im depraved)

ghoap sharing a lass 🧼👻 (🌽 link)

a girl gotta do what she gotta do, so if loneliness on a friday night gets the best of you and you need some companionship, what better place to look for it than the pub. have a few drinks and maybe try to find someone to spend the night with.

what you didn't expect when you entered the pub and sat on the bar was the two humongus dudes that you were now sat between, chatting with them and getting your drinks paid for. you had struck gold because those two looked like a damn good fuck.

so when the one with the mohawk, johnny he said was his name, took you to the bathroom, sat you on the sink and gave you the best head you've ever received in your life you knew you were in for a night.

and that's how you ended in your flat, overwhelmed by their musuclar bodies. the older one's - simon's - dick drilling into your pussy, while johnny jumped between making good use of your mouth and trying to eat your pussy. he sometimes got distratcted from the pretty lass that he had in front of him because sont even soap is immune to ghost's desirability, giving his hard cock a few fucks. or both of them passionately kissing eachother when both went to have a taste of your wet cunt. both their minisstrations and the view of these men being lewd with eachoted making you moan so loud you knew the next day some bitchass neighbour was going to come to complain.

you won't have to worry about loneliness anymore, because these dudes came into you your life to stay.

[eiraeths]

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.

[al4thea]

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

[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.

[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)

[remiebear]

Meow meow powers!!!

[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 🤗

[ramerooni]

:)

[ghostmoon1]

Day Eight - Thunder Shower

Ghost x Soap

Master List

Had to push to get this one out honestly, but I think it's pretty cute. Enjoy!

CW: Just fluff :3

Words: 949

Johnny might have lied about the weather.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be clear, won’t be pissin’ down at all t’day!”

Those words were a lie and Simon knew it.

Now the rain was pelting down, creating an ear-piercing racket on the metal roof of the bus stop where they had found refuge. Droplets of water trailed down the sides, racing each other and clashing, becoming one. The sound of thunder drummed over the horizon, the sky painted with tones of grey, slowly becoming darker and the sounds became louder. The wind bellowed in their ears, howling and tangling their hair with rage. 

“You said it’d be nice today Johnny…” Simon mutters as he stares at the rain with a disapproving gaze. His hands were stuffed in his hoodie pockets, trying to contain some of his body heat as the wind threatened to take it away.

“You don’t call this nice?” Johnny replies, playfully bumping his arm with a mischievous grin. He watches the rain pour with a content smile, the sounds of Mother Nature’s shower soothing him.

“No. This is miserable.”

Johnny just laughs, trying to wiggle his hand into Simon’s. He responds with a grunt and reluctantly lets his hand get pulled out of his pocket. “C’mon, let's go.”

“Go where in this rain?! Walkin’ down the main street to go drown it seems, bloody hell,” Simon protests, his brows furrowing as he death stares at the rain, almost as if it was insulting him.

“You’ll be fine Si! You’ve been in worse during missions.”

“That's cause I didn't get a choice. I have a choice now and I ain’t walking in this shit when it’s pissin’ down!”

Johnny rolls his eyes, trying to grip his hand a little tighter to drag him along with him. “You’ll be fine!”

“Oh fuck off…” he mumbles, trying to pull him back under the shelter as eyes lock onto the rain once again. Simon was strong, he spent plenty of time working out both in and out of work, rarely missing a day, but Johnny was just as strong; if not stronger. He was beefy, if you didn’t know him he almost looked like a bodybuilder, but it was just how he was. But this almost came as a disadvantage to Simon, if he wanted he could drag Simon almost anywhere if he didn't put up too much of a fight. 

After a lot more bickering and petty argument, Simon finds himself trudging in the downpour next to Johnny, squeezing his hand as water soaks their clothes. He sighs, trying to get more air through his drenched mask. He was breathing in more water than air. 

“Cheer up Si, bit of rain ain’t gonna kill yer!” Johnny exclaims cheerfully, letting his arm swing as they walk and taking Simon’s with it. He seemed unaffected by the rain, perfectly content as the water dripped down his face.

“S’ fucking freezin’...” he mutters, letting his eyes flicker to Johnny’s face again and studying his features through his lashes; admiring the way the water drips down his face, catching in his eyebrows and dripping off his nose, coming to rest in the stubble on his cheeks. He admires the way his mohawk is plastered to his forehead, pieces of hair sticking out in almost every direction, the hairs along his arms matching as they stick to his skin as well. 

“Yer wearing a hoodie unlike me, yer big wuss. I ain’t got that luxeray!” he chuckles, playfully tugging him along the footpath as the rain abuses their heads. 

Simon rolls his eyes, silently cursing him for dragging him out into the rain. Soon enough Johnny finally drags him to a park, the grass squelching beneath their boots until they made it to the safety of another footpath. He groans as he feels water seeping onto his socks, cursing Johnny again for his decisions.

He jumps as lightning suddenly flickers across the clouds, lighting up the sky and creating a loud crack. Johnny tightens his grip on his hand instantly, his eyes flickering up to his face. 

They pass abandoned seats throughout the park, scattered trees letting their leaves fall and rot on the soaked ground as they become one with the dirt. The flowers of spring have now gone into hiding, fleeing from the bitter cold that now slowly sweeps over the land. 

Soon enough he tugs Simon towards a sheltered pavilion, its circular shape adorned with vines and flowers, draping over the wooden beams in the roof. Small fairy lights twisted around it, creating a soft glow, and giving them a warm welcome.

Simon groaned, accepting the welcome of the dry space, immediately stripping his hoodie off, peeling it away as it stuck to his skin. Johnny laughed as he watched him rid his soaked clothing and take a step forward, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Too cold for your liking isn’t it? For a cold man, I didn’t expect this,” he says with a hint of mockery in his voice. 

Simon scoffs in response and rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around him so his hands rest on the small of his back, feeling the soaked fabric of his shirt against his skin. “You're just saying that to annoy me.”

“Well, it’s workin’ ain’t it?”

He hugs him a bit tighter and laughs, pressing his soaked body closer. “You’d do anything to get under my skin.”

“It’s ma’ job, ain’t it L.T.?”

He laughs again, leaning down to rest his head on his neck, nuzzling against the cool and moist skin. “Lucky I love you, Johnny,” he mumbles, rocking him slightly as the thunder rumbles around them. 

“Love you too, Simon.”

[darth-mortem]

Calm evening with taiyaki, strawberries, tea and coffee.

Do you like taiyaki?

[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 🫵🏻

[naozombie]

THIS MEME THING BUT GHOSTSOAP RAHHHHHHH

The original ( I think ) is under the cut !

[al4thea]

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

Inspired by this image

[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

[s3rrrpentine]

old men amirite