#cat!soap

[whiplashrogue]

HybridAu Cat!Soap doodles from mine and Reds lil collab project

[screamingviridianforest]

Smth smth thinking about reader being an escaped shifter experiment, escaped from the US to hide in Britain

You try to act like a normal civilian, but the urge to shift is building to be intolerable. So why fight it? It's easier to live as a cat anyway, maybe someone could take you in.

What you didn't expect was for 4 giant, bulky, military men to find you. They'd found you in an alleyway near a fish restaurant, searching for scraps. The one wearing the weird mask had been the one to pick you up.

Then, the other 3 rushed over after hearing your yowling. The damn masked bastard had you scruffed!

"I found a cat."

Wow. Brilliant observation.

"Simon, it's a stray."

"I was a stray."

There was a snort, "C'mon Cap, it's kinda cute, isn't it?"

You hiss indignantly, you were not an it! The one with a mohawk reaches out to you, letting you sniff his fingers.

"We do not need a cat, Soap don't touch it. Who knows what it has."

"It's too clean to be a stray, ah doubt it's a stray. Give 'er here, LT."

The masked man hands you over, and you're quick to scramble onto the mohawk man's shoulder, wrapping around his neck. You growl a little in your displeasure, but don't swat.

"See! Docile, little thing, aren't ya!"

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x task force 141

(An AU to the AU--based on an ask and the results of this poll.)

No more guns a-blazing or cruel glory. The 141 had their time in the military; now, it was time to slow down.

Of course, when one sticks with the same people for half their life, through thick and thin, there is no going back. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb--and the 141 had spilled enough blood together that it practically ran through each others veins. They were inseparable, bound in both trauma and trust, and to part would dissolve the only stability they'd shared. Snip away red strings wrought both in shared drinks and on the battlefield.

What they didn't expect was the addition of you.

In deciding to retire, the 141 bought an old farm in the backcountry. A weary, rickety place that was practically begging for renovations. The busy work gave them something to do with already-rough hands, so they didn't mind--taking care of the animals, replacing the rotting wood, and updating the plumbing simply meant they could make the place their own. And after the house was fixed up, they got to updating the barn, fixing up a chicken coop, installing new fencing, etc.

It was also during these renovations that they got to know the stray cat who'd been living in the barn attic.

Feral--they first thought. Plenty of farm cats were, and the place had been long unlived-in that they believed no one could have socialized or cared for her. Not to mention that she'd been so riled up with them around; hissing from behind walls, or above while balancing on the beams. Jutting her paws out and trying to scratch them while they worked. They always knew where she was by the jingle of the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon as though she were someone's pet let loose. Left on the roadside maybe, and for that, they didn't blame her.

But for the most part, she only occupied the second floor of the barn, and she kept the place free of rats and mice. They couldn't have those running around, so for the most part, they stayed out of her way. And she learned to stay out of theirs.

Until she got sick.

"Haven't seen the kit in a while," Gaz finally spoke, poking at the leftover stew in his bowl. It was already dinner when everyone was winding down for the night, and their beloved foe had been missing for three days. "I'm getting worried."

"I'm sure she's fine," Soap reassured him, shoveling another spoonful in his mouth. "Maybe ran off to the woods or somethin'."

"But it's been rainin' plenty lately," Gaz pressed. "You'd think she'd hole up in the attic per usual."

"We can check in the morning," Price sighed, adjusting himself in his seat. "'Sides, wouldn't do any good to be missin' a barn cat--"

"Tonight."

Soap lifts his head to squint over at the man by the sink. "Didn't take ya for a cat person, LT."

"Wanna make sure the mangy thing ain't dead." Ghost drops his dishes with an ceremonial clink-clink-clink. "Would stink up the place."

But when they finally made their way up the sketchy ladder to the barn attic, and they finally pushed aside all the dusty boxes and rusty equipment, what they found wasn't a cat but a young woman--face red with fever and tangled deeply, restlessly, in worn blankets and stolen clothes. Unknown and without ID--save for the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon.

_

Bonus Thoughts:

It's quickly determined that you're only suffering from a regular cold, but on the verge of winter, the barn is no place to stay warm. Hence a quiet moment of deliberation between the boys, standing around, not knowing what to do. Also not knowing if their first assumption--that this is their fussy barn cat--is possible. In any case, they can't just leave you here.

Ghost is relegated the duty of carrying you down the very sketchy ladder (as he is with carrying most things). But not before Price wraps you up like a burrito, in case you wake up and decide to try and scratch again.

"'Mangy thing,' huh, LT?"

"Hope you know she's gettin' your bed."

[baskipps]

Pooltoy that bites!

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Soap and Gaz: *Ribbing Ghost about some of his habits such as picking apart pre-made sandwiches to rearrange them or when he hears something unexpected and goes so completely still you'd think he's a statue*

Ghost: "At least I didn't have a werewolf phase"

Soap: *Genuinely scared for his life cause he was 13 when that happened so how THE FUCK did Ghost know that?* "WHAT?"

Gaz, also had a werewolf phase at 13: *stunned and doesn't know how to talk*

Price: *so only Ghost will hear* "at least I'm not dancing around my feelings with my subordinate"

Ghost, ready to murder: "I will end you and your ability to speak Russian"

Price: *backs away*

[remiebear]

Kitty meow meow cat meow meow wow

[catfindr]

[majinbangus]

Captain MacTavish treating you like an unruly kitten and grabbing you by the scruff of your neck when you get snappy or he needs your attention. It's the most effective way to get you to behave. If you start complaining too much, he'll boop your nose and will drag you onto his lap when he's feeling wound up. He makes you his emotional support kitten without you even realizing it, but it's okay because he spoils his kitten and only punishes you if you truly act up.

[transmascsimonriley]

hmmm.. wonder who might've done tha-

oh

[amustikas]

Tiny Soap rizzing up Ghost hardstyle!!

[felixeis003]

Sketch dump with prompts from @soap-brain

[screamingviridianforest]

Wait wait wait for the shifter!reader au, i just knooooooow price is the dad TM that doesn't want the cat and then a week later, BAM, is the one doing most of the coddling and spoiling.

And i literally mean buying the best fish for kitty, cuddling while watching football, baby talking, the whole shebang.

And i headcanon that the cat doesn't like simon very much, always listens to soap and just looooves biting and chewing on him, and the 141 knows that if kyle is in another room, that's where kitty is going to be. no one can keep kitty in the room if gaz is in another one shshshsh

No this is literally adorable and i love this idea

Price is definitely the one to do all the research for catshifter!reader. At first, it's just food, claiming if he didn't want to eat it, neither should you. That and you refused the cheap kibble they picked at the corner store while heading home after just picking you up.

"I think you're goin' a lil' overboard..." Soap murmurs as Price writes down a list of vet recommended food and treats, and a list of raw foods cats often enjoyed too.

"Kibble is the cat version of an MRE. Do you want to eat an MRE every day for the rest of your life with no change?" Price quips back, and it shuts Soap up pretty quickly.

~

Then, the cuddles start. While you mainly lay with Gaz or Soap because they handle you the best, Price is quickly raising in the ranks. Afternoon naps curled up on his chest were amazing, his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. Though the boys were mad, you stole their spot.

"Think we can kick the cat off and steal the spot?" Simon mutters under his breath, Gaz playfully shoves him.

"Don't you dare, they're finally bonding!" Is Gaz's whisper-shouted response.

~

Gaz and Soap are the ones who tag team toys. They quickly learn your preferences and stock up on that. With plenty of cat trees and scratching posts so you'd stop scratching Simon's bed.

Most times, though, you end up asleep on one of their laps(Kyle's, probably), while they keep themselves entertained. The toys were great for when they were gone, though.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.4

Though you wanted to deny it, the fiends that took over your home and invaded your space had, in fact, nursed you to health. Once Price got you to eat, Gaz insisted on cooking soup for you, and bringing it to the bedroom everyday. He left it on a table near the door, too, giving you space. Sometimes Soap switched it up by sharing his own food.

Now all that was left was some remaining congestion; that, and a lingering itch at the back of your throat that had you coughing, but a dry cough, and not the icky, thick kind. Still, you wished you could stay wrapped up in bed. It was much more comfortable here compared to the attic; the sheets were starting to smell more like you, and it was getting easier to fall asleep without the aid of fatigue. Not to mention the insulated walls that kept heat in, and the lack of holes in the wood that allowed cold wind to blow through. But it seemed that life—or rather, Ghost—had other plans.

You had been mid-yawn, stretching even your tail out, when he marched into the room and picked you up like an unruly child.

“Rats are back,” was all he said, carrying you out while you took a frantic look around, seeing no one else home to argue with him for your comfort. “Get to work.”

You scowled, or at least attempted to with a cat’s face, meowing loudly in protest as you were dropped unceremoniously on the still-wet ground. And to think you had snuck into the bathroom just last night to get all nice and clean. Now your fur was stained with dirt again.

“You’re a barn cat, aren’t you? Do barn cats things.”

You hopped onto a nearby crate, and flicked the mud off your paws, onto his jacket..

Hiss.

Ghost stared dead at you, unaffected. "Look, I don't care how soft Soap or Gaz are on ya. Either you earn your keep, or I leave you out here. Permanently. Understood?"

Yeah. Understood. Mean ass military man.

With your nose stuck up, you hop onto the roof from there, and out of sight. Fine. You could do what he wanted; mice were easy prey, and you'd caught dozens of them in your time here. But now that you didn't have to be relegated to eating them, well...

Ghost would have a little surprise when coming back to his room tonight.

_

Content with the pile of dead mice collected at the foot of Ghost's bed, when Soap, Gaz, and Price arrive home after a trip into town, you flop down, belly up and purring.

“What’s this, lass?” Soap grins, bending at the knee to pat your stomach. “Playin’ pet cat now, are ya?”

You look up at Soap for a moment, then latch onto his hand with all four paws—and all four sets of claws.

“OW— ow— I THOUGHT YE WERE BEING FRIENDLY!”

“She probably was ‘til you called her 'pet--'”

And that's when they hear Ghost screaming curses in the background.

[sgt-tombstone]

I’m so tempted to write a shifter fic where Ghost is a big cat (I’m thinking black panther or something similar) shifter… but he doesn’t know it

He thinks that he’s not a shifter at all because he only shifts in his sleep and even when he’s startled awake, he shifts back in a split second, before his brain can even register not being human

It makes him a fantastic sniper, because he has better vision than a human, even if he doesn’t realize it. It gives him excellent hearing, but he doesn’t know that it’s better than everyone else’s (at least, not to a suspicious degree). His eyes flash in the dark, but he’s never seen it because he avoids mirrors like the plague. He thinks that his fast reflexes are just army trained instead of innate. He has a strong prey drive, but he reasons that it’s just his job as a CT operative; they hunt for a living. He genuinely does not know that he’s a shifter, and the rest of the 141 refuse to tell him (Price because having a big cat prowling around base would be worse than Ghost already is… Soap and Gaz because they have a three-year-long bet to see how long it’ll take him to figure it out)

Soap is some sort of dog shifter (because I’m basic like that) and Ghost makes fun of him all the time, both for being a shifter and for being a stereotype of his animal self. Gaz always dies laughing and Ghost can tell that Soap is holding back laughter too, but he can never figure out why…

[ghcstao3]

been awhile since i’ve mentioned cat shifter!ghost. but anyway him doing that overdramatic thing pets sometimes do where they limp and pretend to be in pain just to get attention

he only does it to soap. he cries loudly and looks so incredibly pathetic and it scares the shit out of soap the first few times (he panics because he doesn’t know that much about shifters, he doesn’t know if injury keeps them from shifting, oh no what if ghost is stuck as a cat forever now), but after he realizes ghost’s ploy he’ll just roll his eyes and scoop up the attention-seeking lieutenant, draping ghost over his shoulders like a scarf

and if soap ever tries to point it out to anyone else? ghost acts none the wiser. might even hiss for effect

[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao