#Soap headcanons

[machveil]

John “Soap” MacTavish demanding kisses whenever you stop at a red light or sign - he’s hard leaning over towards you, you just have to look at him and he’ll peck your lips. seatbelt straining as he smiles at you, “Kiss toll, mo ghaol.”

Johnny that gets whiny when you don’t give him a kiss. come on! just look at him, pretty please? he’s giving you his best puppy eyes, lip dramatically stuck out in an exaggerated pout. please? just one kiss? it’s hard work driving you around - one kiss at every light should be enough to keep him going… or more, he isn’t complaining

Johnny that scrambles to hit the gas when someone honks behind the car - the light changed to green ten seconds ago but he was lost peppering you with kisses. his cheeks are a little warm because, even though no one really saw anything, it still feels like he got caught when they honked

[machveil]

something something John MacTavish coded

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

First meetings HC with Soap has me imagining the regulars at that pub groaning as soon as Soap gets up from the bar.

They've seen this before, ol' Johnny MacTavish seeking out the latest, newest bonnie who they can all tell really just wanted to be left alone. It will either get awkward and the lass will leave, or they'll leave together and Johnny will be back again tomorrow night, his one night stand never to return. AND he's the rebound king; he doesn't let rejection stop him from seeking out the next best thing, so even if the lass turns him down, he's all smiles and good for another round.

So when he gets up from the bar to join you at your table, they all take their quiet bets on whether or not Johnny will come back, because you certainly won't.

They don't see the stars on Johnny's eyes, the sincere energy that would be furiously wagging a tail if he had one. You leave with him, and winnings are doled out.

They don't really know how to fix the pot when Johnny comes back with you two days later, his arm slung around your shoulders and his nose tucked behind your ear as you bring a hand up to your mouth to cover a giggle. I guess they're buying your first round?

Oh, this is gold. I can absolutely see it—Soap, the pub’s infamous flirt, the regulars shaking their heads as he zeroes in on yet another unsuspecting newcomer. They’ve seen it all before: the playful grin, the effortless charm, the way he leans in just close enough to make a girl blush but not close enough to be pushy.

They all murmur their bets under their breath, sliding coins and bills across the bar.

- “She’ll be gone in fifteen minutes, tops.”

- “Naw, she’ll let him buy her a drink first.”

- “He’s due for a strikeout—last lass left before he could even finish his first joke.”

But this time, something’s different. Soap’s got that look in his eyes, the one they’ve never really paid attention to before because, well, it’s Johnny MacTavish. Of course, he looks eager—he always does. But there’s a sincerity to it, an excitement beyond the usual thrill of the chase.

Then, to their surprise, you don’t send him off with an awkward laugh and an excuse. You stay. You talk. You laugh. And then you leave together.

The regulars exchange glances, some grumbling as they slide coins across the table. Another night, another conquest. Nothing new.

But when Johnny MacTavish walks back into that pub two nights later, and you’re with him, their jaws practically hit the floor.

He’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulders like you’ve always belonged there, his head tilted down, murmuring something into your ear that has you giggling. Giggling.

The bartender blinks, cleaning the same glass for a beat too long. Someone mutters, “Well, shite.”

No one knows who technically won the bet. But as Soap pulls out a chair for you and presses a kiss to your temple, grinning like a man who’s just found his new favorite place in the world, one of the old-timers sighs and raises his glass.

“Well, lads… looks like the first round’s on us.”

Definitely not expanding on this one at all

[gloomwitchwrites]

To go off your recent post, i was thinking about how the guys would react to a reader who doesn't want to have children. Whether through personal trauma, career, or simply put: they don't feel as if a child will complete their relationship. They're happy and satisfied as is. And maybe the guys are supportive and defend them from curious/rude people prying into their relationship always asking, "so when are you having kids?"

I’m fully aware that you’re referring to THIS post from back in January, or you might even be referring to THIS post, and I apologize for such a delay in answering this. I’m not going to answer this as part of the Imagines Series. Since I've already touched on the topic (at least twice and maybe more at this point) I'm going to take the headcanon route with this one.

To me, Soap wants to be a father. While he’s supportive of this decision, I also think he’d be a bit disappointed that it’ll likely never happen. However, I can easily see him defending you against curious/rude people who think they can pry. He’d do it with a smile, even a joke, but it’s just him giving the same energy. If they can’t take the hint, expect him to be blunt and upfront.

Price is content with your decision. Completely supportive. You’re in his life, and that’s all that matters to him. If others try to ask about when kids are happening, Price is quick to shut the conversation down, or divert it elsewhere. You don’t have to answer because you’re already always having to defend yourself about not having children. Price will carry that burden when he can.

Gaz, like Soap, has a desire to be a father, but I firmly believe he wouldn’t be with you if he wasn’t happy with your decision. He’s not going to try and change your mind. Fill the house with cats and/or dogs. That’ll make him happy. Hell, even take some chickens in the backyard. But one thing Gaz will not stand for is anyone prying, especially if he’s around to hear it. He won’t hesitate to put that person in their place, even if they’re asking from a place of innocence. It’s not a question you ask. Period.

No kids is fine with Ghost. They’re messy, loud, and he doesn’t think he’ll be a good father anyway. If it’s just you, him, and the dog, Ghost is perfectly content with that. But more importantly, this is a decision between the two of you. It’s private. Off-limits. Anyone asking about whether or not you’re having children should probably run in fear. “What a weird thing to ask,” he says each and every time. Ghost will make them uncomfortable.

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[not-delusional-at-all]

Task Force 141 and PDA Headcanons;

Price: He'll hold your hand and wrap his arm around your waist, maybe pull you into his lap if the two of you are out with his friends. He shows enough affection to you out in public to let the world know that you're his. He believes kisses are best reserved for behind closed doors because he's gonna take it beyond kissing.

Ghost: He does not see the point in showing affection in public. The way he sees it is that he knows you're his and that's all that matters. But he's not gonna tell you 'no' if you ask to hold hands when you're out somewhere. He's not cruel but he isn't gonna go out of his way to show you affection in public.

Gaz: He'll hold your hand, hug you, kiss you. You're his and he's not afraid to show it. He enjoys showing the world that he's in a relationship with you by kissing you on the top of your head while you're both waiting in line somewhere. He always keeps an arm around your waist or is holding your hand.

Soap: He is grossly affectionate in public. If the pants you're wearing have back pockets, he's sliding his hand into one of them so his hand is on your ass as you're walking. He has to have a hand on you at all times. He's not below trying to make out with you in public either. In fact, he thinks it's funny to tease you when there's nothing that can be done about it. If you tell him to tone it down, he's gonna look at you as if you asked him to shoot his grandmother.

[cavernsandcod]

soap would post tiktoks like this i just know it

[luvvictoria]

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Your flexibility is downright inhuman—think splits in mid-air, backbends that look like something out of a horror movie, and slipping out of holds like you’re made of liquid.

You’re an absolute menace in close combat, using your agility and flexibility to weave through attacks, dodge bullets, and disarm enemies before they even register what’s happening.

Task Force 141’s Reactions:

💰 Price:

Calls you a "bloody acrobat" every time you pulls some insane move in the field.

At first, he was skeptical about your combat style, but after seeing you flip a guy over with just your legs? Yeah, he stopped questioning it.

Always reminds you to “not get too close”—even though he knows you won’t listen.

Secretly impressed but would rather die than admit it.

🧢 Gaz:

"You're like—if a ballerina and a contortionist had a baby. It's terrifying."

Lowkey in awe of your movements, especially when you use his shoulders to launch yourself at an enemy.

Occasionally bets with Soap on how long it’ll take you to break someone’s bones.

Flinches when you casually stretches, like putting your foot behind her head mid-conversation.

🧼 Soap:

Calls you "Gumby" or "Spider-Woman" because of your flexibility.

Once asked if you could fit inside a duffel bag, and you actually did—it haunts him to this day.

LOVES watching you spar. He gets way too hyped when you flip someone over your back or use your legs to choke someone out.

Begged you to teach him how to do a backflip. You did. He regretted it.

💀 Ghost:

Has never seen anyone move the way you does. It’s unsettling.

"What the fuck was that?" is his default reaction when you dodged an attack in a way that defies logic.

You once used him as a launching pad to kick an enemy—he just sighed and accepted his fate.

Won’t say it outright, but he respects the hell out of your skill. If you spar, he actually goes all out.

Other Fun Details:

Can fit into spaces most soldiers wouldn’t even consider hiding in.

If you get restrained? Not for long. Joints dislocate, slip through tight spaces, and your gone.

Barely make a sound when moving, which makes you terrifying in stealth missions.

Someone once tried to put you in a chokehold—you twisted out of it like it was nothing and flipped the guy over.

Prefer fighting in close quarters where you can move fast and stay unpredictable.

[thatoneautisticshark]

When Ghost drifted to sleep on Price's bed in the room where they were all hanging out, no one really noticed for a little while.

He'd been quiet today, so no one pushed him to talk, so they didn't spot he was snoozing for another few minutes.

Gaz was the first to spot it, face splitting into a grin as he nudged Soaps leg with his foot to get his attention. “Pstt Tav. Bet ye can't cuddle up to him without waking him.”

Soap grinned ferally, “Bet, ay can totally snuggle ‘im” he stood up, sitting next to Ghost on the bed, giving an extra look over to ensure he was indeed asleep.

He then just layed down, onto one of ghosts arms that was splayed out. Holding his breath as Ghost stirred.

Luckily for him, the lieutenant did not wake, simply rolled over slightly, pulling soap closer, and cuddling him.

Gaz pulled a face in surprise. “Damn … ye reckon he'd cuddle me two?"

Soap grinned, gesturing for his mate to try, as Gaz settled against Ghosts other side, subsequently also being pulled into a cuddle.

Both sergeants had shit eating grins as the snuggled closer. Both in disbelief that this actually happened.

When price finally glanced over, he has to do a double take. “Lads… what?”

Soap grinned “Come on cap! We are gently dog piling LT, aka cuddles”

Price, after a moments hesitation, gently settled on top of them.

Within 10 minutes all of them were out. When Ghost woke, he got a little bit baffled, but simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

[avixenk]

My John "Soap" MacTavish headcanons because I love this man

• Biter. Not in a sexy way. Can, has, and will bite your fingers off. Terrorist interrogators beware

• Motherfucker growls

• You can pry ADHD Soap out of my cold dead hands

• "LT" is more of an affectionate nickname than an acknowledgement of rank. You can pry "LT" out of his cold dead hands. Deal with it Ghost

• His hometown is on one of the Scottish Isles you'd have to take a ferry to get to.

- OWNS HAS A WHOLE HOUSE, NOT A FLAT. Pays someone to clean the dust.

• Surfs in the freezing cold Scottish seas

• Loves the water, wishes they could have more missions at sea. If he had to die on the job and he could choose how, he'd want to drown. Be part of the sea forevermore

• Joined the army and SAS underage. Secretly proud of it; he was already the youngest to pass selection, but he might forever be the youngest because he lied about his age.

• Idk if he could irl but he'd rip off the United Kingdom patch on his vest and put on a Scottish one whenever he could.

• Chemistry degree (and engineering?)

• Gym rat. Even more than Ghost

• Keeps his muscles stretched doing yoga

• Room looks like a unicorn threw up in it. Drawings and color everywhere. Idk if it would be allowed irl but I am giving this man a drawing tablet

• Has two older sisters and so knows a lot about, and uses, skincare. Goes to spas with one or both his sisters. Criticizes Ghost's eye black for clogging the man's pores

- toxic masculinity fucking who?

• The baby of the family. The youngest sibling and the youngest cousin

• Knows he's hot as shit and dresses appropriately. Favorite item is a cropped jacket. Little bit of a fashionista

• Has invented 22 kinds of bombs/explosives. 2 of them are now standard military explosives. He handles all explosive material on base; receives shipments, sorts it, and stores it. Even receives raw material for more experimentation. He's an actual inventor

• Motorcycle

• Is just as good as Ghost with solos, goes on solos as often as he does. Forced into the lone wolf style, unlike Ghost who chose it. Old squad/s would mute him for "being annoying" and he'd be on his own. When they realized he had great survivability alone they sent him on more and more solos. This information upsets Ghost greatly; he knows Soap is the very opposite of a lone wolf.

• Needs. His. Morning. Coffee.

• As nice as them retiring in fics is, Soap wouldn't actually do that. He's made the army his career, and he has career goals. He wants to make captain (although seeing how much paperwork Price has to deal with makes him slightly less enthusiastic about it). He's either going to age out of the military or get KIA'd.

- He would love to stay in the 141 forever, they're the best team he's ever had, will probably ever have. He doesn't want to go back to the abuse of before.

- He hopes making lieutenant at least means he'll be able to go with Ghost on his solos (he hates Ghost going solo) or at least finally privy to the details.

[angel5ofp0rn]

Price’s children would be pretty well-behaved. Listen to him well, respect their elders, etc.

Gaz’s children would be a bit snobby, really into sports, a bit more hardheaded.

Soap’s kids are little menaces, but have hearts of gold. Would do anything for their family and friends, love their parents more than anything in the world.

Ghost’s children- and they’re all girls- are the most spoiled little divas any of the other guys have ever met. The minute he sees one of their little lips quiver, he’s offering snacks, lollies, money, the shirt off of his back- hell, the shirt off of Soap’s back. Poor guy can’t stand to see his little girls upset.

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Losing Johnny in a mall cannot happen because he will hold onto your hand CONSTANTLY to the point it is ridiculous.

If you are not a hand holder, then Johhny is walking shoulder to shoulder with you. Or trails close behind you, if you need some space.

He is a clingy puppy that follows you everywhere. He CRAVES being as close to you as possible, at all times.

And you can't get lost either. This boy maps out every place you have been too, in his 'map' journal (picture old timey maps drawn with either pencil, or whatever he can find. There is a glitter option and you can thank Roach for that)

Johnny is not going without a map after the Ikea incident. (he got lost and followed an employee to the exit where you found him eating a lollipop)

Plus he likes drawing maps. It's his newest hyperfixation.

The first time he whipped out the map was when he helped a woman find the detergent in a supermarket.

The manager was concerned.

Johnny is also a great danger detector. He can spot creeps before they even went inside an establishment. And boy, does he love them.

He fucks with them every chance he gets, without being detected. Boy has a gift for mischief. And he likes doing his shenanigans with a partner.

You no longer question why Simon (the behemoth of a man) is trailing along with you while you shop. You just accept it and wait the minutes till all hell will break lose and a creep will be escorted out the premises.

Interesting thing you noticed is that when Johnny is away, his team is aways, somehow around the neighborhood.

When you didn't know them, it scared the shit out of you that you are being followed to the point you cornered Price near a restaurant peppered sprayed him and pushed him in a big cactus plant.

Johnny WAS supposed to tell you about his mates and that he asked them to keep an eye on you and meet you, blah, blah, blah, but he is so absent minded you are happy he can find his socks in the morning. (effect of lots of head traumas)

All in all Johnny is a great guy. Bit melodramatic like a husky dog who didn't get his breakfast on time; loving and clingy as a golden retriever dog who still thinks he is a puppy and loyal like a German Shepherd.

Also, smart and sly as a fox. Tricky lil bastard.

He loves drama and helps a listening ear to others conversations. He isn't a gossip, lass, he just hears things.

He does try to tame himself around you, a lot, since he has been accused of being "too much" from others. Which, he is.

But not for you. You love your big beefy Scotsman with all his moods. And he is grateful that the love of his life accepts him and loves him for him.

[penguinbuttcheeks]

- johnny ‘soap’ mactavish is absolutely livid when he sees a picture of you being shared around base - tears in your eyes and clothes drenched in water, making the fabric stick to your body uncomfortably, your arms tightly wrapped around your torso in humiliation.

- the cherry on top? the dog collar around your neck with your dog tags hanging on display, dangling between your collarbones.

- you’ve only just finished your first week on base as the newest recruit, but that excited spark in your eyes was quickly diminished

- he doesn’t even know your name, but what he does know is he won’t stand for the blatant disrespect towards the new recruits he’s going to be training and fighting alongside

- hazing is a strictly prohibited practice, but with no way to trace down who the original photographer was, none of the higher ups are able to enforce any form of punishment

- it makes him see red

- soap will go out of his way to beat the ever loving shit out of any soldier that has the picture saved to their phones, forcing them to delete it right before his eyes before spitting on them and walking away

- word on base is quickly spread and soldiers scramble to make sure there is no trace of the photo on their phones. you have a death wish if you’re willing to anger the 141 sergeant

- you’re quick to notice the sudden change in attitude towards you, no longer being called demeaning nicknames or tormented by the soldiers around you

- what you fail to notice however, is the sharp glare johnny sends their way as he trails behind you several metres back as you navigate through the halls, soldiers quickly averting their gaze or ducking their heads

- you shrug it off, ruling it down to your initiation finally being complete once the photo was snapped

- such a clueless little hen, completely unaware of the constant presence that lingers just out of your line of sight

- it’s a blessing that soap took an interest in you. he might just have to finally introduce himself once all the commotion has died down

- he can’t wait

[injestedsoap]

if you asked soap to put on a mask and chase you through the woods he'd do it so fast. honestly you wold barely even need to ask, this is enrichment for him.

[call-of-daydreams]

Soap: I love you

You: Why should I trust you?

You: All the other men I've dated were dogs.

Soap: Meow

[gloomwitchwrites]

How they would propose to us and the aftermath?

Gaz is the romantic of the group. He’s the kind of guy who takes his time planning a proposal. He will pull out all the stops, making sure it’s not only a romantic occasion but a special one. The ring will be just what you want, and he’ll even have a photographer hiding somewhere to capture the special moment. And yes, Gaz will get your friends and/or family involved if he needs help planning it. The goal for him is to make you feel loved and to say “yes.” And the aftermath? You’re not turning this man down. Nothing but tears and an enthusiastic “yes.”

Soap is either going to give you the perfect proposal or do it spontaneously and in the worst way possible. There is no middle ground here. He is either so in love that he puts in effort to make it special, or he asks you to marry him at the most awkward and inappropriate time. If Soap is going all out, he’s taking you to the Scottish Highlands and proposing while the mist hangs low across the loch. Or, Soap is going to pop the question while you’re too drunk to talk and bent over the toilet trying to keep yourself together. In Scotland, it’ll certainly be a “yes,” but it’ll likely not go his way otherwise.

Price is a traditionalist. He’s asking a friend or family member for permission. He’s booking the fancy restaurant or taking you on vacation to a remote cabin somewhere to propose. This man is getting down on one knee, but don’t expect some longwinded or sentimental speech. Price is to the point, clear, and simply put in how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. It’s beautiful, something you aren’t saying no to. And after, when he’s done showing you with his words, he’s going to show you with his body.

Ghost is the wildcard. His proposal is so out-of-pocket, it’s like a slap across the face. This man is so direct that it’s either going to feel like intimidation or cohesion, or—and hear me out—he’s going to ask in such a way that it completely baffles you and you’re unsure if he’s actually proposing. This man is going to loom over you, stare at you for a few solid seconds that is far too uncomfortable before asking “marry me?” like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And if he doesn’t go that route, he’s going to ask indirectly like asking if you want to consider citizenship or see yourself “living in England.” Honestly, it’s strange enough that you might say yes.

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[not-delusional-at-all]

The first thing each member of TF141 does when they get home from a mission;

Price: He immediately greets you and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He'll sit in his recliner in the living room and sit with you in silence or listen to you talk about everything he missed while he was gone.

Ghost: He'll give you a quick kiss and throw himself into the bed. He's dying for a full night's rest and will be more attentive to you as soon as he's fully rested.

Gaz: He greets you and takes a shower so he can smell good for you. He doesn't like it when you smell military on him (i.e sweat, blood, dirt, exhaust from the engines of military vehicles).

Soap: Immediately takes you to the bedroom so he can hold you. It's the one thing he's been looking forward to everyday since he's been gone and he's not gonna wait a second more to do so.