#cod ghost x soap

[sergeantnex]

Werewolf!Ghost x Trans!Soap: Sensitve Senses (Smut)

Ghost was already an intimidating guy, standing at six foot four and built like a brick house. The Lieutenants' senses were sharp, seemingly better than laser sharp at that. It didn't take long into being paired with Ghost for Soap to learn that his teammate was different. It became clearer when Graves betrayed everyone that things became clearer to the Scottish male. Soap's arm bleeding from the gunshot wound, making his head feel hazy. He fumbled upon trying to stand only to fall on the rain-soaked ground with a heavy groan. Soap laied there for a bit before slowly getting up. Ghost's thick Manchester accent finally came through the comms channel, asking him how everything was. Ghost kept Soap company as he struggled to make his way to the church.

"It's pishin' it doon out here.." Soap commented.

"Speak English." Ghost groaned back through comms.

"It's rainin' fuckin' hard!" Soap grinned as he spoke back.

"Then say so." Ghost chimes back quietly, doing his best to gauge how well Soap is actually doing.

"I did!" Soap chirps back a smile being heard in his voice.

"Rains good, it'll cover your tracks. Washes away the scent of your blood and you." Ghost responds without thinking.

"My scent??" Soap questioned as he continued to move forward, looking for materials to craft protection.

Ghost wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply told Soap to focus on getting to the church. Soap chooses to say nothing and instead pay attention to his surroundings. Ghost kept thinking of different ways to explain to Johnny that he wasn't human and that instead, he was a werewolf. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was impossible to explain. Lightly scratching the back of his head, Ghost moved to focus back outside the church. He kept talking to Soap, hoping that the other male would forget. When he finally met up with Soap, he felt bad for making the male swim through the tunnels. The hole in Soap's arm from the bullet looked bad. They would have to get somewhere safe so Ghost could treat his arm properly. They both slid into a pickup truck, and with Soap covering them, Ghost hit the gas.

Ghost drove over the barb wire swiftly, turning the truck around corners and down streets away from the Shadows. The drive to the one place Ghost knew was safe would be several hours away, Alejandro's safehouse. Glancing at Soap, he wasn't sure if Soap would last that long. Despite finding a stim, his teammate looked ready to drop from blood loss and exhaustion. They were barely five miles from the city of Las Almas when Ghost pulled to the shoulder of the road. Johnny looked at the male confused as Simon stepped out of the truck and walked over to the passenger side. Simon said nothing as he grabbed what little medical supplies he had on him and laid them out on the dashboard. It would be enough to buy them time until they reached the safehouse. The wind from the windows being shot out had helped Johnny dry off quicker, letting Simon smell the Scots natural scent.

The smokey smell of firewood graced with the sweetness of brown sugar, a tingeness of copper from the males blood and musk from the male sweating all mixing perfectly. The sweetness made no sense to Simon. It was like nothing he had smelled on a male before. Ghost pulled Soap's sleeve up as much as he could, allowing him access to the wound. As he looked at the bullet hole, Ghost grew frustrated when he saw no exit hole. That meant the bullet was still in his arm, possibly digging deeper with each roll of muscle. Deciding it would be best to dig the bullet out at the safehouse where he had more access to supplies, Ghost began work. Something about Soap drove Ghost's inner wolf wild, so without hesitation or thinking, Simon moved. Lifting the bottom of his mask just enough to show his mouth, Simon leaned in and began licking at the wound. At first, Soap groaned and flinched at the pressure and burn, but then he tried pulling his arm away from the Brits tongue.

A low growl alerted Johnny to stop fighting the male as he worked on clearing the blood away from the wound itself. When Simon pulled away, Johnny was thrown off by the black sclera surrounding the chocolate brown irises. Ghost licked his lips like a predator before focusing on the task at hand, patching Soap up. Soap said nothing as Ghost gently placed gauze on the wound before using electric tape found in the truck to bind it down. Ghost double-checked the patch job before taking a small step back, taking a minute to think of something to say to Soap. The male at least deserved some form of explanation regarding his actions.

"Does this 'ave somethin' to do with my scent?" Soap questioned slowly, piecing things together about Ghost.

"It does. This may come off unbelievable, but I am a werewolf." Ghost said calmly, studying Soap for reactions of disbelief. If anything, it looked as though Soap was thinking back on things.

"No, it makes sense the more I think 'bout it." Johnny explained now, looking at Ghost in a newly found light. Simon says nothing as he just moves back and closes Soap's door before moving back to the driver's seat. Ghost begins driving toward the safehouse once more, the ride becoming silent. At a glance, anyone could tell Soap was lost in thoughts, staring off at the road as they drove. Before Ghost could question Soap as to what he was thinking about, the crispness of the brown sugar in the males' scent grew stronger. Ghost glanced out of the corner of his eyes to see Soap clench his thighs slightly and shift in his seat. Feeling his system rush with the realization that Johnny was becoming aroused.

"Hey Lt, can I ask a strange question?" Johnny asked lightly, squeezing his thighs more to apply friction to his cock. Ghost nodded as he focused his eyes on the road before them.

"If you fuck in your wolf form, do you have a knot than?" Soap boldly asks quietly watching Ghost from the corner of his eye. Ghost stiffened slightly and quickly looked from the road to Soap before looking back at the road. Soap started to snicker at the other males' reaction to the question, as though he hadn't just asked such an intimate question.

"In my werewolf form, yes my uh- my autonomy changes to more canine looking autonomy." Ghost replied, clearing his throat, not expecting such a question from the Sergeant. That brown sugar scent was stronger than the firewood, the sweat, and the blood. Ghost wanted to curse his enhanced senses, but when he could see Soap's hand moving to touch himself through his pants, Ghost couldn't help but feel relieved. Simon continued to take side glances at Johnny rubbing between his own legs softly, in hopes of not getting caught. Simon let his right hand let the stirring wheel and gently rest on Johnny's thigh. Giving a soft squeeze before letting his thumb rub the fabric of the males pants. Johnny moved his hands forward, making a bold move to bring Simon's right hand towards his sex. Ghost took a deep inhale and gently pressed his hand further forward.

He was surprise to not feel the swell of a hard cock waiting for him, instead he felt Soap's pants wetting with slick. It made now clicked to Ghost why Soap had scars at his pecks. It explained the now syrupy sweet brown sugar scent. Ghost softly groaned in pride as he let his hand undo Soap's pants. Johnny lifted his hips and tugged his pants and underwear down enough that Simon had full access to his aching cock. Simon gently pressed his middle finger to Soap's hard cock rubbing slow circles. Johnny gasped and let put a soft moan as he opened his legs further. Simon gently slides his middle finger and ring finger down towards Johnny slick entrance, the fabric of his glove dampening with the excitment. Simon couldn't help but groan when he felt Johnny roll his hips up against his fingers. Ghost gently pressed his fingers in letting them sink down to the knuckle.

"Damn Johnny, the thought of me fucking you and breeding you in my werewolf form got you this eager?" Simon questioned now beginning to pump his fingers in and out of Soap's eager entrance. The males' walls clenching and fluttering with pleasure as the fabric of Ghost's glove provided extra stimulation. Johnny said nothing as Simon worked his fingers in and out of his heat, the werewolfs' finger curling just right. The moans that began leaving Johnny's lips were pure sin, Simon curled his fingers again, eager to hear it more. His thick fingers curled, rubbing and tapping against Soap's g-spot perfectly. The action pulls more and more noises from the male, each one sounding more desperate than the last. Johnny could feel his slick soaking the seat under his ass as his Lieutenant worked him open. Soap let his fingers move to his cock, gently rubbing as he tried to desperately fuck himself on Simon's soaked gloved fingers.

Simon couldn't take it anymore as he pulled the truck to the shoulder of the road once more. He used his left hand to put the truck into park and shut it off. Ghost shifted, so he was facing Soap, gently replacing his fingers with those of his left hand. His tongue licking at his right gloved fingers before fucking his fingers a bit harsher into Soap. Johnny's head tips back as he moans louder, his thighs beginning to shake with pleasure. The Sergeant would be lying if he said he had felt such pleasure and bliss before. His brain short circuiting as he now took in the feral sight of Ghost fingering him. Ghost's honey brown eyes slightly shimmering with unnatural amber hues as his sclera began to turn black once more. Soap's legs fell further open as his pants and underwear fell from his knees to his ankles. Ghost groaned at the beautiful sight, his gloves and seat soaked with Soap's excitement. Ghost could feel Soaps' walls beginning to grip tighter around his fingers, doubling his effort Simon began pressing his fingers up and down. The motion bouncing Soaps' body and drawing more desperate noises from the male.

"That's it, Johnny cum for me. Just like this." Simon praised as he took in the sight of Johnny's blue eyes rolling back. The Scots moans, turning to loud whines and mutters of Simon's callsign as he begins to come undone. His walls milking Simon's fingers with his release as he rides himself through the pleasure. Simon is eager to keep Soap looking so beautiful, so he continues to work him through the pleasure until Soap is mewling for him to stop. Determined to at least make his Sergeant cum once more, Ghost kept harshly pumping his finger into Soap's soaked sex. Johnny  couldn't find the words to express the sensation of something building within due to his mind being overwhelmed. The deep pleased rumbling that crept from Simon's throat made the dam break. Ghost felt himself fill with pleasure and pride as a rush of clear liquid squirted against his hand and splattered on the dash. Simon stops letting his finger rest inside of Johnny's dripping sex as the male catches his breath. Simon presses up his mask enough to kiss Johnny's lips softly before moving to kiss on the males' neck. Soap moans softly as Ghost eases his fingers out of him, the males' movements slow and gentle. Ghost gently tugs Johnny to face him, his larger hands opening the males legs more. Before Soap can get words out, Simon lowers himself to lap at the males' sex.

His tongue cleaning away the mess that had been made by the two of them. Soap's thighs twitch and squeeze around Simon's head in overstimulation. Despite the overstimulation, he doesn't push Simon away. He let's the male eat him like a starved man cleaning away his slick and cum with his tongue. Finally lifting himself away, Simon licks his lips as he looks the Soap's blue eyes. Johnny offers a breathless smile that reads greatly of exhaustion and bliss. Chuckling Simon helps the male get dressed before encouraging him to sleep while he gets them safe. With no energy to fight Ghost, he nods, accepting the help in getting dressed again. Once Simon gets Johnny situated, he turns back to the road, turning the truck back on and shifting it into drive. Simon glances every so often towards Soap, seeing the male fall asleep happily. Ghost smirks under he mask before putting his whole focus on the road.

[kittywritesfic]

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Why?

Why is this the most Ghost x Soap ever?

[artic-willow]

"Last Kiss."

Made in IbisPaint X. :]

[thepromiscuousfinger]

You ever just check out a fandom out of curiosity and suddenly you're like "...well I guess I ship this now"

[ghouljams]

Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.

Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.

Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.

Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.

At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[fludderpy]

They didn’t see each other for 3 days so it’s understandable that they crush each other 🫤

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[joonieskinks]

simon ghost riley is sometimes a little blunt (warning: smut)

You adore him for who he is, but it still unnerves you with just how blunt he can be at times.

It usually happens privately with just you:

“In about 5 minutes, I’m gonna eat you out.” He says as you are in the middle of The Goblet of Fire on the couch. You almost choked on your popcorn.

Or you’re doing laundry in the morning. “We need pineapple juice next time we’re out, want you to enjoy swallowing next time you’re suckin me off.” Jaw dropped.

He does it in front of the team too- and sometimes it’s even worse:

You accidentally dropped your lip balm onto the bar floor while fishing it out of your purse and bend to pick it up.

“Haven’t seen that angle in a while, dove. It’s been too long since we done doggy.”

It’s a never-ending series of eyebrow raises when Simon decides to open up his mouth and you’re around, needless to say. You brunt all of the embarrassment and the deep blushes, Simon couldn’t give a shit. He didn’t even clock it when John, Johnny and Kyle would all give him shocked looks. Man just owns it. Completely unbothered.

“Youre wearin the skirt you wear when you wanna get fucked. That your goal?”

“Simon!” You hiss, you can feel the red hot heat rush to your face.

But he just stares back at you, waiting for your response. You can hardly believe how composed he is when his Captain is right there glaring at him.

“So?”

“I need another beer.” John excuses himself, he can’t even look you in the eyes right now. Kyle joins him shortly after making a run for it, but you’re left with a quiet Johnny patiently waiting for you to respond. Eager, almost. Joy.

“You can’t just say things like that in public, especially not in front of your friends!” You lecture, pulling down your skirt in the process.

“Why? If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said so, love. Give me 2 to down this pint and I’ll meet you in the toilets, yeah?”

“Simon!” You smack his thigh.

“Can I watch?” Johnny asks excitedly.

“No!-“ “Fine.”

Johnny’s face lights up while yours gives Simon a death stare.

“Do you want it or not?” You roll your eyes and throw your purse over your shoulder.

“You two are ridiculous.” And they watch you walk away.

Simon only shrugs, pounding back his beer before coming after you. Doesn’t make a difference to him if he fucks you here and now or at home and later.

“… so is that a no?” Johnny asks with puppy eyes.

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[lapetitepatisserie]

cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.

“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.

“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.

You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.

“I’m talking about this one.”

[skyrigel]

Simon's the guy who is nonchalant and a no-nonsense attitude, he's the man who doesn't care and absolute zero fucks and that's until missus comes along.

Now Simon's running around the house, bickering how you shouldn't skip breakfast and he's absolutely frowning when you side your greenies before he's holding your jaw and spooning them in, “Now be a good girl for me, won't ya' cupcake.” is all he says, tapping twice under your chin.

He's fussing over you, tucking you in scarves and caps and buttoning your coat because it's cold outside, “Can't see my pretty girl sick.” is all he says, bumping your nose.

John practically snorted when Simon pulled out your sneakers from your purse that he has been carrying, because he knew you're gonna whine about your pointy heels later, “Dance all you like babygirl” is all he says, bending down and removing those evil heels, then massaging your red ankle before he's sliding in your sneakers.

Oh, and yes he's gonna burn the whole fucking world if it meant to keep you warm, because he fucking cares only about missus.

Grim Reaper! Simon

Masterlist

[artic-willow]

Day 7: "Hanahaki"

!TW: blood!

Simon leaved him but, but Johnny still loves him.😕

This is how I imagine Soap, I like the ponytail idea😊

Also sorry if my drawings are sad, my friend left me because I fall in love with her but she didn't felt the same.😔

[quarterlifekitty]

Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).

The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.

“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”

You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.

“She says thanks.”

“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.

This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.

“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.

[konigbaby]

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