#cod johnny mactavish

[soapssuds]

y/n: imagine carrying a child for 9 months only to name them john.

john: *cracking his knuckles*

johnny: *whispering to ghost* do i count towards that, too?

ghost: dunno, better go fight them to make sure.

[stargirlstabber]

call of duty and incorrect quotes; #5

Simon and Y/n: *physically fighting each other*

Johnny: This isn’t what I meant by 'express your feelings!!'

[weirdwizardofoz]

König: Oz is screaming again

Price: Again?

Soap: Wonder what it is this time...

Price: This time?!

Oz: *Sprints into the room*

Oz: I CAN SMELL FRUITY PEBBLES! WHO HAS THE GAY FLAKES?!

Price: Gay Flakes?!?

Ghost: You blew your smoke out of your nose. The flavor in your vape is Fruity Pebbles. We don't have any here.

Oz: Oh yeah...

Price: What the fuck?!?!

[pearldog30]

Blood stain

The story involves is going to be a very heavy one. This one is about our Johnny boy. After he gets back home from missions, all the dark stuff he's had to do/see finally catches up with him. And (This is not a ship between them! This is a friend helping a friend. If any of the stuff below is too heavy please don't read this!) Sorry if this is shit, I literally just came up with this on the spot.

Johnny mactavish x Simon Riley.

18+

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Warnings| angst, alcohol abuse, self-harm, blood, mentions of suicide, mentions of children death, mentions of killing, PTSD attack, PTSD.

As Johnny sits on the floor with a knife in one hand, watching the blood gush out from his arms. Hoping he can just focus on the pain, and forget about what happened. But it doesn't cut it, nothing seems to cut it anymore. The blood that stains his hands, that can never be washed off. it makes him hate himself more.

there's already two whole empty bottles of scotch sitting next to him. but yet he's still somehow sober watching the scenes in his mind replay over, and over, and over again. Like it happened yesterday, he remembers detail, by detail. he can never forgive himself for what happened that night, and it is still eating him alive. No killing him alive.

2 weeks ago.

Before the shadows betrayed him, and 141. they were sent on a mission to clear a Bass, to make sure the drug cartel wasn't in the area like they thought they were. they put Johnny on sniper lookout.

He's sitting on top of a rock watching over the base, and the guys as they go into clear the base. and it was successful, until! Everybody had practically left. but there was still a few soldiers there keeping watch, and Johnny was told to watch over them for safety measures. When out of nowhere a child no more than 12, came running at the soldiers with a rifle in hand. he could see the child was scared, and like was being forced to do this. now yes Johnny was told to kill on any threats. but this, this was not a threat, this was a child being forced into it. and he wasn't going to pull the trigger, so he called it into the general.

Johnny: general Shepherd, there's a kid with a weapon-

Shepherd: you know the rules, any enemies shoot to kill.

Johnny: but Shepherd this is a chi-

Shepherd: Sergeant you're under my watch, if any of my soldiers died, that blood is on your hands. and you're getting your patch taken away, SHOOT. TO. KILL.

Johnny quietly thanks to himself contemplating, if it's even worth it keeping his patch. but before he can contemplate for too long. he sees the soldiers are already holding their hands up to this kid, and he has no choice but to shoot.

He looks through the scope, and right before he pulls the trigger. as if someone told this child he looks directly at him an-

Back to the present.

Right at that moment he's pulled back into the presents. hands shaking, covered cold sweat mixed with blood. he's hyperventilating, struggling to catch his breath. He puts his head in his palms, the smell of his own blood, somehow making him go back into that moment, he can never escape.

Looking around him seeing the floor, and his pants, and shirt, are covered in blood. he's ashamed to himself. He thinks deep down he's a coward ,and not a good soldier. and he really contemplates if it's even worth it anymore. he can't live with the thought of what happened. he can't live with himself. The death, pain, he's inflicted on others is finally catching up to him. He feels guilty, that could have been someone's son, brother, nephew. and all he wants to do is apologize, and beg for forgiveness. but it's too late now. Hell not just to the kid, to all the men he's killed. he hopes that in the afterlife there is some forgiving God/universe.

Getting lost in his thoughts, he decides to patch up his arm. and take an absurd amount of sleeping pills, to Hopefully run away from the night terrors. to get a good night's sleep for once.

The next morning, he wakes up with a migraine. and the smell of blood filling his nose. He looks down remembering what happened last night, sign to himself, shaking his head. He hears a knock at the door, confused he looks at the time on his phone.

3:24 p.m.

Message from, Ghost.

Johnny get up I'm here.

Dude I've been banging at your door for the past 10 minutes! get your ass up, we're going to miss the game.

Slowly getting up he nearly falls, but he catches himself on the nightstand, wobbly catching his balance again. he catches a glimp of himself in the mirror, and he looks like shit. If hungover was a definition of a person, it'd be him in this moment.

But he gets his shit together, and puts a clean long sleeve shirt, with some pants. to cover up the evidence of what happened last night.

He gets to the door to greet ghost, "heyy sim-" Johnny gets cut off holy "fuck you look like shit. what the hell happened to you sergeant" Simon cuts him off, with a concerned look. "Ayy.. you know just got a little too carried away with the drinking" he laughs it off, hoping Simon won't notice. but Simon does, Simon notices everything. and it makes him worried, cuz he's been there. and he knows how dark it is, but he also knows not to push, an intervene.

He lets Simon in the house, as he brings in some classic bourbon with him. to watch the game, and enjoy each other's company. Simon was always been a man of taste. "Soo ahh... You want to have a seat get the game turned on." Johnny says jokingly, hoping to get rid of the awkwardness. And without response Simon does as told and pours them both a glass of bourbon, as they sit back, and watch the game start. After a little while Simon asked to use the restroom, and when he walks in he's shocked by the scene before him. The smell of iron filling his nose. The scene of what real, vet PTSD looks like. blood staining the floor, along with the knife used in the activities, the empty bottles of bourbon still there. everything on how he left it, the exact same.

We all know Simon hates to bring up mental health, and talk about it. but he just can't stand by and watch his friends slowly killing himself alive. so he swallows his pride of being the big, cold, rough, killer, he is. He walks back in to where Johnny is, and takes hard, deep breath. "Uh.. Johnny. do you want to talk about what happened last night." and with those sentences you could hear a pin drop in the room. Frozen in place, Johnny looks down ashamed to himself. that his friend had to see the darkest parts of himself.

johnny nervously laughing to himself. but Simon is still dead set, giving him that classic deadpan stare even. "I- uh. Haven't been doing the best since I got home" Johnny chokes on that sentence, not wanting to get the words out. and come to realization that he's not okay. Simon just shaking his head along, not saying a word to interrupt him. now Simon might not be the best at this. but he's always willing to lend an ear to his close friends no matter how dark it is. Looking back up, catching Simon's eyes. he may have a dead expression, but his eyes say a million words to Johnny.

"you know ever since that mission... at the base. it's eating me alive, I can't do this anymore." Johnny chokes out. Now Johnny's usually not emotional, but he's been bottling this pain up for so long. he can't take it anymore, the glass is starting to break into a million pieces. and he can't control the waves of hurt, pain, hitting him all at once. Simon stops him with a quiet, "I know" not needing to explain anymore. Simon understood his pain better than anybody. He knows how hard it is talking about this stuff. "You know Johnny. the drinking, The cutting, it's not going to resolve that pain. it's going to make it worse, I'm not no therapist. but please get help" Simon says through a shaky breath, he's not good at words but he's trying for his friend. He's trying to say it in his own way, that his friend means so much more, and there's so much more life to him than, that darkness that's eating at him.

Johnny has always been the light of the room, and seeing that light finally died down. it pain Simon. cuz these 2 are polar opposites, Johnny is the Sun, that gives light, and warmth, to the world. and Simon is the moon, that reminds the world that it's okay to be quiet, and to die down, for a little while. And seeing that the sun is finally burning out is not good. They complete each other in a way. because without the sun, we wouldn't know there is a moon.

And the memories come flooding back to Johnny, it breaks him. he tells everything to Simon, not realizing that getting it off of his chest, and talking about it, is something he actually needed.

"an-d you.. know.. I wish I was pulling that trigger at myself.. and not at the kid, he didn't deserve that... he had a life to live, I already lived my life" Johnny says through tears. And this makes something in Simon get up, and come next to his side. giving him a gentle, pat on the back. "It wasn't your fault. you didn't have a choice" Simon says reminding him. Looking at each other, giving each other a understanding nod. Telling each other that they understand each other's pain, on a much deeper level. without actually expressing it, means the world to those 2.

Not realizing the time has passed. Johnny gets up to walk him to the door because it's late, but Simon doesn't move. "Johnny I can't let you be here by yourself. Not tonight." Johnny didn't have the energy, or the mental being to fight with Simon on this. so he just decided to agree and not fight with him on it.

And that's going to be the end for this. like I said this is probably shit, and I might delete it later. but this just came to my mind. and I had to write it, I know it's a dark topic. but I felt like it should be brought to light more, on how dark the stuff they suffer/go through is, I feel like it's not talked about enough. As always I hope you're having a good day/night wherever you are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

[bluegiragi]

couch potato.

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[yooo-lets-go]

Wish you were here

[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.

[disgustingtwitches]

threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:

Soap: can I finish inside you

You: yeah I have an IUD

Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?

Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe

...

Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist

[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

[soapssuds]

Pause.

You backtracked as you looked through the bar's window. Your eyes on a man who was dressed in casual clothes (a t shirt and jeans), had a head of mohawk hair, and his back was to you.

You may not be able to see his face, but you knew, you knew, that that man was downright gorgeous.

Was this ... love at first sight?!

It very well could be considering how soulmates existed and all. Throughout your whole life you not once met your soulmate, but maybe... just maybe... your heart would finally point you in the right direction.

Gaining a swagger that could only be fueled by young adult stupidity, you ignored your friends who continued down the road (leaving you behind) and walked into the bar. Though, the moment you stepped a single foot through the doors? You slipped on an ice cube.

And the moment you landed on your back, you could only wince.

"Ah, my back!/shit, my back!"

That was another thing about soulmates. Some are tied together with a red string. Others can't see color until they meet each other. A few have their soulmate’s name etched like a tattoo since birth. And people like you shared your soulmate’s pain.

The moment you yelled out the man yelled out in unison. Both of your eyes met. (Granted, he had to look down at you from where he was sitting at a table as you haven't gotten up off the floor yet.)

And then he smiled as he got out of his chair and bent down a little to hold his hand out for you.

"Couldn't have gotten my attention another way, lassie?"

His grin was contagious as you took his hands, "well, i had to fall for you at some point, so might as well get it out of the way now, you know?"

[buttdumplin]

yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him

yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away

yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes

but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. there’s no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he won’t meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop. 

[thybreadmolds]

Soap’s workout attire is questionable at times…

(Thanks Pinterest)

[weirdwizardofoz]

Y/N: Hey cap?

Price: Yeah?

Y/N: How long can someone breathe in a washing machine while it’s running?

Price: Now, why would you wanna know that, kid?

Y/N:

Price:

Price: WHERE’S SOAP?!

[readwritealldayallnight]

“Believe the briefing’s down that way, LT.” Soap says, walking alongside the Lieutenant as they make their way to meet the rest of the task force, when he notices the older man starts turning down the wrong hallway.

“Small detour.” Ghost replies in his deep Manchester accent, continuing on his way, uncaring whether the Sergeant follows him or not.

“Where we goin’?” The Scot turns to quickly follow him, curiosity piqued, knowing Ghost is nearly always religiously early to briefings. He has however noticed him appearing nearer to the start time recently now that he thinks about it, something that wouldn’t mean anything should it have been anyone else, but with Ghost, these minuscule changes never came without reason.

“Jus’ have to scratch an itch.” Ghost utters, barely glancing sideways to see the bewildered expression on Soap’s face.

It’s not long before Soap recognizes that they’re on their way to passing by the med bay, confusion worsening when he notices that the Lieutenant keeps fidgeting with something in his pocket. Something that’s making a - crinkling noise? Just as they reach the doors, he watches him pull something out- almost doing a double take at the sight.

“What the fuck are ye doin’ with a bunch o’ lollies?” The Scot asks, befuddled.

“Jus’ shut up and watch, Johnny.” Ghost quickly murmurs, pushing through the doors and walking in a confidently past the nurses station without a care, as though he does this every day. Maybe he does-

Soap tentatively follows behind him at a slower pace, unsure of what he’s walking towards exactly, but utterly intrigued nonetheless. As he turns around a corner, he sees Ghost has just walked up to you, one of the bonnie medics he’s seen around.

“Morning.” You smile softly at him, warmth apparent in your gaze towards the tall man. “Was wondering if you were coming or not.”

“Pick a colour.” The Lieutenant practically grunts at you, holding up a handful of colourful lollipops towards you in his large gloved hand, ignoring your teasing.

“Think I’ll do red. Matches my nails.” You say, leaning towards him to reach a hand out and pluck said lolly from his grasp. Both men watch as you remove the wrapper, pink tongue peeking out from your mouth to wet your plush lower lip. Soap feels the wires in his brain click as well as his pants suddenly tighten when he sees how you wrap your lips around the sucker, closing your eyes and letting out a small, satisfied hum as you taste the candy and pull it out with a ‘plop’.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You blink up at him sweetly, sticking your tongue out to lick at the lollipop this time before sealing it back in the wetness of your mouth, eyes locked with the man before you the whole time.

The first time you met the Lieutenant was while treating him in this very med bay. Already enamoured with you to begin with, the deal had been sealed when you had pulled out a few lollies from your coats pocket, offering them to him. He had come back to see you the next day, his own stash of candy in hand, saying something about how it was only fair that the doctors got sweets every once in a while as well. ‘Every once in a while’ turned out to be every single morning you worked, truly nothing more than an excuse to see you.

And if you looked up at him so sweetly as you licked at the treat, his blood never not rushing down south in the process, well then that was just an added bonus wasn’t it?

Readjusting his tactical pants and licking his own lips, Johnny had never been so grateful to Ghost before.

[rejectedbytheempty]

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.

[accecakes]

Handsome lad! ☆