#john sopa mactavish

[harmleikurdraws]

Couldn’t remember descriptions of clothes but I would love to see Soap in the “ugly” christmas sweater.

“This is my favourite song," Soap's swallowed, feeling a little dizzy. "How'd ye know this was my favourite song?”

Ghost didn’t stop playing, but looked up. “It came on at a pub one time”, he said, voice gravelly and low. “You were proper hammered at that point, but you turned to me and said ‘this’s me favourite song’,” he copied Soap’s accent with a hint of mockery, but his eyes were soft.

It was at that point Soap finally realised that he was properly, hopelessly, balls deep in love.“

And we’ll make death proud to take us by Literal_Satan ​

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

People don’t like Soap’s Mohawk because they don’t see the potential of holding onto it while you ride his face. He’d let you rip out his hair too, he doesn’t care as long as he gets a taste of you

[hirik0]

Bad Reputation

Ghost/Soap

Soap has a reputation, hes seen as a womaniser. Everytime hes in a bar he leaves it with a woman, often just to make sure she gets save in her car before he returns to base alone. Ghost is unsure when Price wants to get Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish in the 141, not wanting someone like this endanger the taskforce because he told a woman to much to get in her pants. Even Gaz has mixed feelings about the potential new addition to the team. What they don't know Soap is just pretending, covering his bisexuality because he's in extremely homophobic environment, knowing he would get a lot of shit for being 'half-gay' so he performs heterosexuality to an extrem. Telling his squad mates he has a high libido and and is always down for, when in reality he just avoits sex at this moment, feeling sick to pretending. "Just 5 missions and if he don't fit he goes back to his old squad", Price promised them and they agreed 5 missions. When Soap arrives at base hes friendly, but Ghost is unimpressed thinking its probably just a facade for new teams. The think is his work is perfect, he fits right in, his skills a great addition to the 141, but his reputation makes it hard to trust him. "What do you think of the FNG?", Ghost ask Gaz after training. "Hes nice and I didn't see him chatting up one of the female personal. Yet", Gaz answers having a uncharacteristically dark expression on his face. "Sisters?", Ghost ask and Gaz holts up 3 fingers. "Only boy of 4, 1 older 2 younger." "Yeah would also not want a player around my sisters, if I had any", Ghost agrees. Gaz nods while watching Soap talking to one of the femal privates. Gaz has a reputation on base as the one you can complain about male recruites to if they act inappropriate. "Maybe he knows you will make his life to hell if he steps out of line", Ghost snickers darkly. "Probably helps that you would help me hide the body", Gaz jokes before Soap moves towards them.

"Ah Gaz I should tell you that a Private Jackson is being a problem again", Sopa says when he reaches his teammates. "Fucking Jackson, still didn't learn daddy's money will not help him here", Gaz curses Ghost also make a annoyed sound having written up the Private way to often already. "I think we have enough complains to get him finally get kicked out or atlest to another base", Ghost says. "Thank fuck, can't believe they didn't kick him out in basic." "He's skills are good on the paper.. if they sadly would not be attached to such a idiot", Ghost sighs, Jackson thinks to much with his dick instead of his brain. "So bad?", Soap asks unsure where this conversation is going. "Don't known a time they didn't complain about him. You don't share tips to pick up woman with him?", Gaz ask Soap confused, clearly thinking that Soap and Jackson would go along great clearly having the same views on woman. "I only to civilians", Soap says his smile not reaching his eyes anymore, mouth forced to stay a smile. Great his reputation is ruining his chance of a place in the 141, but they would not believe him if he tells them he didn't end up in the sheets with all this women. Its to late for that now, he has to show he's not what everyone thinks he is. The other problem he has is his Lieutenant, ticking all his fuked up boxes for man. Dark, mysterious, brooding, fuck off aura, build like a wall, all thinks Soap finds extremely attrative. Its not his first crush on a squadmate and it will not be his last. This will be just like the other times, one homophobic coment and his feelings just turn in to dust on the spot.

The one coment never comes, he's a full member of the 141 now. His crush exploded in something he can barely handel right after Las Almas and Chicago. Seeing Ghost face, melted parts of his brain, there is no way that Ghost, that Simon is such a bonnie, clearly thinking that Ghost lied when he told hom qiuete the opposite. He even saw Gaz punishing privates for homophobic behaivor, it apears that not beeing straight was atleast tolared here, but he thought that before and it was only okey as long its not the own squad. Ghost still tells him his awfull colection of teribel jokes, non of them indicating any anti gay tendencis. Price telling some female sergants he found in a suply closet to keep it at aproietet places. It looks like he maybe found a team that would not give a fuck hes bi, but this also is maybe delusional thinking, because hes getting sick and is horny for Ghost. He knows he should rest and not go for drinks, but hes a lovesick idiot and wants to spend as much time as possibel with Ghost. Just 2 glasses what bad think can happen, he ask himself.

Hes openly flirting with Ghost right in front of Price and Gaz thats whats happening. If he was fully aware of anything and not sick and drunk he would just crawl in some dark conor or and never come back out, filling his papers to get moved to a new team or back to his old squad. Price and Gaz are clearly amused by the scene in front of them, thinking Soap is just using all his shitty pick up lines for Ghost as a joke maybeas revenge for Ghost terrible jokes. "You really get woman with this afwull lines, Sergeant?", Ghost ask getting annoyed. "Aye, i usally just need one of them and then i have a lovely chat with them", Soap answers, taking a sip of his 5th drink of the night. "How many tell you to fuck of, because your lines are bad", Ghost ask further his blush hidden under a surgical mask. "Sometimes, we laught about them", Soap atmids with a sheepish grin on his face, making Ghost heart beat faster. "I think they laugh at you", Gaz jokes, cringing hard at some of the lines he had heared. "Fuck of Gaz, they are not." "What ever lets you sleep at night Soap." Ghost knows most of his face is hidden in the shadow of his hood and the surgical mask, but his ears are burning, being a telling shade of red. He's sure Price can see them glowing red, if he just take a closer look hes tensing up. Ghost understands why Soap is so liked by woman, hes funny, charming, easy going and knows when hes fighting a lost fight and its also working on him. Simon is basking like a cat in the sun from all attention Soap is giving him and its dangerous. Simon Riley dont exist anymore only the husk of Ghost remains and still Soap found the pieces of Simons remains, slowly putting them back together. Fucking hell. He's falling for pick up lines as worse as his shitty jokes, but the big smile on Soap face how's he looking at him with his big puppy eyes, how can he not? Shit!

Ghost is helping Soap back to his room the scot beeing unusual drunk. He saw Soap drink a lot more and being less drunk then now. "You're solid, Soap?", he asks concerned something must be wrong. "Aye, just getting a cold or something", Soap answers. "And then you go out drinking instead of resting?" "Aye, like spending time with ya LT." Ghost just raises an eyebrow not saying anything, Soap is puring gas on the emotional chaos burning in him. "You're such a bonnie, ya know", Soap babbles further. "Want to flirt with ya all the time. Best squad mate crush I ever had, a bonnie and not homophobic." Ghost is tensing clearly Soap would not tell him this is he was not drunk out of his mind. Inside of Ghost Simon Riley is rising from his coffin like a vampire in the old horror movies. Instead of blood he graves Soap attention. In one night Soap flirted himself in to Simons heart. Worst fucking scenario, because Soap is into woman right, right? "What does bonnie mean?", Ghost ask. "That ya pretty, handsome, nice to look at", Soap answers unaware of who he's talking to. "Yeah? Saw my face only for ones for less then 5 minutes", deflecting he needs to deflect. "Would see it more when you would take your bloody mask of, it's mean of you to hide your bonnie face from me all the time", Soap is complaining pouting at his CO. "You're really drunk aren't you?", Ghost ask, big smile creeping on his face, thinking Soaps behavior is adorable. "Don't change how I feel when I'm sober", Soap deadpans. Shit, shit why did he ask, thank fuck they are at Soaps room. Soap needs sometime to find his keycard and when it's finally out Ghost just opens the door with it. "Thanks LT", Soap says with a big smile on his face. Ghost to busy with getting Soap in the room and then himself out of the room stiffens when Soap very sloppy kisses his cheek. "See you tomorrow aye", Soap just says before falling on the bed and passing out. Ghost turn on the spot, he would denial it but hes running out of the room, closing the door silently. When Ghost is in his own room he slits down the door. Throwing his mask in the dark room his face burning. His heart is racing while Simon Riley takes the first breath in ages bringing a bunch of feeling with him. He stumbles on to his own bed putting a arm over his eyes. "Fucking hell MacTavish", he says in the room, the blush creeping over his shoulders to his chest. A bonnie and not homophobic Soap said to him, does this mean Soap is intrestet in men? But his reputation? Shit he can't get these feelings for a player someone that talks woman out of their cloths. But is he really? They never saw Soap pick up a woman ones since he joined the 141. Soap also said in his drunkenness that he had crushes on squad mates before, so that means he must be attracted to man to some degree. He needs to stop thinking about this Soap told him anything drunk, don't have to mean a thing in the end.

Soap wakes up the next morning with a big hungover. It's also him getting sick making everything 10 times worse. How did he even got back to his room yesterday. Some wired memories that make no sense are coming up. But if his memories are correct then Ghost got him back. He for sure didn't make it back by himself. So he needs to apologise to Ghost, great he can do this. He looks at his phone with a text from Price. My office it just says, fuck what happend yesterday? He text Price he will be there in 30 minutes. Maybe he's a bit to optimistic about the 30 minutes but he somehow is able to look not like he's dieing from a hungover, when he enters Price office. "Close the door Soap", Price says and alarm bells are going off, oh god did he fuck up yesterday? He sits down on the chair the nausia is now not only from having to much to drink. "How much do you remeber of yesterday?" "Not that much, Sir." "You used your pick up lines on Ghost." All color is draining from Soap face, poor horror in his eyes. Oh no, no he did not, right? RIGHT??? "Did I?", Soap ask some pieces of memories popping up in his head. "Yes, it was all in good humor, but I still want you to apologise to Ghost for making him uncomfortable." "I was he?", Soap ask voice barely over wisper, while dread is spreading through his body. "He was really tense the hole time." "Oh, I of course, Captain. Is there anything else, because if not I'm of to look for Ghost." The only hope he has is that Ghost will not kill him but he would have done so when he made sure Soap gets in his bed. "Your dismissed oh and Soap maybe don't drink so much that you do this again." "Yes Sir." That Ghost is reading a file in his office is the luckiest and unluckiest think happening to Soao in along time. He knocks at the door frame to get Ghost attention. "Soap", Ghost just shortly acknowledges him before returning to the file again. "I'm here to apologise for yesterday, Sir", Soap forces the words out. "Soap your not the first follow soilder i had to help back to there room after a trip to the bar. Bonus points for not puking all over the hallway", Ghost sounds dismissive. "Aye, thanks for that, but that's not what I'm apologising for." Ghost looks up again looking over Soaps tesne face being confused. "What do you mean?" "Price told me I made you uncomfortable, with me trying to pick you up." Soaps is kneading his hands looking at the floor. "I was not uncomfortable." "But Price said .." "He's wrong Johnny." "Ah, okay. Did I say anything else on the way back to my room", Soap ask nervous. Ghost takes a millisecond to long for his answer. "Just some drunk rambling." Soap knows he said something, he must have the answer feeling to prepared, to calculated. "Something else, I have to prepare for a solo mission." "That's everything, see you around", Soap says before walking out of the room at a forced normal speed. Oh shit what did he tell Ghost while drunk, atleast it's not bad enough to get murdered, yet. Maybe it really was just drunk rambling and he interpreted to much in Ghost answer.

[yourmomswallet]

Besito

John "Soap" MacTavish x GN!Reader

AN: so like mst of my works, I gotta have word play. That's a yourmomswallet classic by now. Spanish translations are in (___) for reader convenience :))

So imagine you're sitting with Soap on a love seat while he's off duty. He's got his head in your lap and his feet dangling off the side of the armrest. As you run your fingers through his grown out hair, he looks up at you before making obnoxious kissing sounds at you.

"Seems like someone wants something. But I wonder if he knows the magic word..."

"¿Por favor?" (Please?)

"Oh, en Español. Veo." (Oh, in Spanish. I see.)

You lean down to kiss him, pecking his forehead and returning back to your show on the television. He glares at you as you smirk at what you've done.

"Ahem. Mas besos, por favor." (Ahem. More kissing, please.)

"No sé qué haces. Y no dijiste dónde." (I don't know what you're talking about. And you didn't say where.)

"Aquí." Pointing at his mouth, he puckers his lips. (Here.)

You roll your eyes at the kissing sounds starting again.

"Claro," you sigh, leaning down again to meet his lips instead. "¿Satisfecho?" (Sure. Satisfied?)

He grins mischievously and closes his eyes, your hands going back to combing through his hair.

"Smooch-as gracias, mi corazon." (Play on "Thank you very much, my heart.)

"Dios mío, sopa." (My God, soup.)

Slap! Your flat hand comes down on his forehead.

"Oi! I'll have you know I'm not "soup". It's "jabón." (Soap)