#i miss soap

[arabellarileysworld]

i hate hate hate "insecure!ghost" so so much. (kind of mwiii spoilers lolll)

you cannot convince me that that man is not fine as hell, and he knows! he knows! do the people who write him like a crazy insecure man not understand he literally said he wasn't ugly when talking w soap? (come home bae the kids miss u)

he wouldn't start screaming and crying if someone ripped his mask off, he'd get angry, yeah, because the person is being disrespectful but i truly don't think he would care that much. yes he'd get self conscious at points but who doesn't? and if he did i wouldn't imagine him showing it.

also gotta say that hes got brown eyes, idc what anyone says, hes blonde w brown eyes 🫰🏻

(only small thoughts but anyways)

[yooo-lets-go]

Johnny, you with me?

[eric-makes-art]

I was feeling SAD when soap died right in front of me when I was playing mw3

[fixfoxnox]

This is beginning to look less like a fic and more like Canon lads /j

With every "Roach is ghosts dead fiance 🥺" or "Roach sent soap for ghost 🥺" I grow stronger. And one day, I will have enough strength to write a purely vindictive fic where SOAP is ghosts dead ex fiance and ghost falls in love with ROACH.

I'm gonna pull a switcheroo on them

Anyways GhostRoachSoap for the win

[bluegiragi]

don't keep him waiting!!! (full vers on patreon)

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[arualthefirst]

Squished🙂‍↕️

[sgt-tombstone]

Simon Riley has never understood why military personnel get married so quickly

Logically, he understands; most soldiers move often and want their partners to be able to move with them, and getting married means living off base, which has benefits all of its own. But he’s never wanted or needed any of that. Johnny goes where he goes because they���re a team, and they both have everything they need on base. They’re perfectly happy right where they are, no rings or vows needed.

And then Johnny goes MIA, presumed KIA.

After the initial shock, the anxiety, the helplessness, the overwhelming urge to do something, anything, to get his Johnny back… There’s the Board of Inquiry, where the entire 141 essentially testifies about what happened leading up to Sergeant MacTavish’s disappearance, and he’s declared officially KIA.

His belongings have to be returned to his next of kin which… isn’t Simon. Because they were never married. Instead, he has to pick through his room, collecting the pieces of Johnny that he’d stockpiled over the years; his sketchbooks, his headphones, his extra identification tag. He boxes them up and gives them to Price to be shipped to Scotland, to Johnny’s real next of kin, and he aches with regret.

Because he suddenly understands.

Marriage wouldn’t have saved Johnny; nothing could’ve. But it could’ve kept Johnny close, could’ve preserved some of Johnny’s memory. Instead, his room is cleared and cleaned and filled with the next soldier, and Simon is left with nothing to remember the love of his life by.

He had never even bought a ring.

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[wispscribbles]

Me @ Ghost: I sentence u to happy retirement, loser

[furiosophie]

((zombie ghost this, zombie ghost that, what about eldritch!soap who came back wrong??))

[s3rrrpentine]

grabby hands

comm is back on baby ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[deathblossomm]

some videos and photos of Neil in 2020 doing tactical training

[syoddeye]

thinking about soap who can’t charm folks like price, or make them laugh like gaz or simon. he isn’t even sure that brand of company is what he’s in the mood for, anyway. besides, he’s too impatient. he wants to skip to the fun part, where his heart’s racing and blood’s pumping. and when someone catches his eye, he doesn’t give a shit if they’re alone or not.

the moment the seat beside you opens, he bulldozes his way through the crowd to take it. no clever line, no gentle request. it’s a miracle he remembers to smile. he’s halfway off the seat, slinging his arm around the back of yours, leaning in to catch your scent.

he doesn’t ask your name or what you’re drinking. doesn’t ask if the fella in the spot before him was a friend or a boyfriend.

“who’s yer friend? can he fight?”

[gomzdrawfr]

Merry Christmas

a short comic with mistletoe

warning: angst, mcd ahead