#modern warfare soap

[mockerycrow]

photos from my john mactavish inspo pinterest board !

[rainswriting-blog]

Netflix and Chill

Summary: You, Ghost, and Johnny, as partners in a shared relationship, decided to spend the evening watching a movie together.

Warning(s): threesome, blowjob, cursing, p and v penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, cum, cum eating, praising, vaginal fingering.

A/N: I truly enjoyed writing this, and I love both of these men with all my heart.

Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated. 18+ minors do not interact

The low hum of the television fills the small living room as you sit cross-legged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap. Simon leans against the far wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his balaclava pulled down, revealing the chiseled features of his face. His sharp eyes are fixed on the screen, but you know he’s not really watching. On the opposite end of the couch, Johnny lounges with one arm draped over the backrest, close enough that the occasional brush of his fingers against your shoulder sends little sparks skittering up your spine.

Between them, you feel both safe and utterly undone. It’s always like this—caught in the orbit of their intensity and warmth. The only place you’d rather be is nowhere else.

“I don’t know how you two manage to sit through these without tearing them apart,” you say, your voice breaking the silence as you toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Doesn’t all the tactical nonsense drive you insane?”

Johnny turns his head toward you, his grin playful and full of mischief. “Oh, it does. But I’d hate to bore you with all the details, lass. Wouldn’t want you thinkin’ we’re too pedantic.”

Simon chuckles low and deep, his voice sending a subtle shiver through you. “Speak for yourself, MacTavish. I’m just here for the explosions.”

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t notice the way Simon’s voice feels like a warm hand sliding down your back or the way Johnny’s teasing grin stirs something low in your stomach. It’s not unusual—this magnetic pull you feel toward them both. But tonight, it’s different. The air feels thicker, the unspoken tension between the three of you palpable.

Johnny shifts closer, closing the gap between you as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn. His fingers brush yours, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. When you glance at him, his eyes are sparkling with something playful but undeniably intimate.

“Careful, love,” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower. “I might start thinkin’ you like me invading your space.”

You’re too aware of how close he is, the warmth of him pressing against your side. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you force yourself to look away, only to feel the weight of Simon’s gaze from across the room. His eyes are sharp, piercing, and they burn into you with the kind of intensity that makes you feel seen—truly seen.

“Johnny,” Simon says, his voice a quiet command. “Don’t push her.”

Johnny leans back slightly, though his grin never fades. He throws his hands up in mock surrender, the motion deliberately exaggerated. “Alright, alright. Just a bit of fun. She doesn’t mind, do you?”

Your lips part, but no words come out. You don’t know how to answer when the charge in the air is making your skin prickle and your heart pound. Simon steps forward, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor, and suddenly, the room feels much smaller.

“Johnny likes to test boundaries,” Simon murmurs, his voice low and even as he moves to stand behind the couch. His hand brushes your shoulder lightly, the touch fleeting but deliberate. “But you don’t have to put up with him.”

“Oi, don’t act like you’re any better,” Johnny retorts, but his tone is lighter now, more teasing than defensive.

You laugh softly, the sound shaky but genuine. “I think I’m doing alright, considering I’ve got both of you to deal with.”

Simon huffs out something close to a laugh, but his hand lingers on your shoulder this time, solid and grounding. “You’ve got patience, I’ll give you that.”

Johnny shifts closer again, his arm brushing yours as he leans in just enough to close the space between you. “It’s not patience, Ghost,” he says, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as his eyes lock on yours. “She likes us.”

Your breath catches, and you glance at Simon, hoping for some kind of lifeline. But he’s watching you with that same unyielding intensity, his fingers curling ever so slightly against your shoulder.

“Is that true?” Simon asks, his voice quiet but carrying weight. “Do you like this? Us?”

The room falls silent except for the low hum of the television. You feel the heat of Johnny’s body on one side, Simon’s steady presence on the other, and the pull between them like gravity. They’ve always been larger-than-life to you—Johnny’s infectious warmth and Simon’s quiet strength—but now, they’re just men, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you admit softly, your words barely louder than the TV.

Johnny’s grin softens, his hand sliding down to rest on your knee. His touch is gentle, but the way his thumb brushes against you is anything but innocent. “Good,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “Because you’re stuck with us.”

Simon leans down slightly, his presence looming but comforting as his hand moves to cup the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jawline. His touch is featherlight, a stark contrast to the strength you know lies beneath it.

“You’re not overwhelmed?” he asks, his voice low, close, like he’s afraid of breaking the moment.

You shake your head, your voice steadier this time. “No. I’m not.”

The moment hangs heavy, your breath caught in your throat as the weight of their attention presses down on you. Johnny’s grin sharpens, playful but laced with something darker, more intense. Simon’s eyes bore into yours, his steady, commanding presence amplifying the heat thrumming in the air.

“Good,” they both murmur in unison, their voices intertwining—Johnny’s light and teasing, Simon’s low and firm.

Before you can process what’s happening, Johnny moves first. With a swift, deliberate motion, he dumps the bowl of popcorn onto the floor, the scattered kernels forgotten as his hands find the hem of your pants. His fingers are quick, tugging with a determination that sends a jolt of electricity straight through you.

“Guess we’re done with the movie, aye?” Johnny says, his grin wide and shameless as he pulls down your pants and panties.

Your gasp is swallowed by the sound of Simon stepping closer, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. Unlike Johnny’s hurried movements, Simon’s are deliberate, calculated. His hands brush your skin as he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you bare and vulnerable under their dual scrutiny.

“You sure about this?” Simon asks, his voice a steady rumble that grounds you even as your heart pounds wildly.

You nod, your throat dry as you whisper, “Yes.”

Johnny chuckles softly, his hands roaming up your thighs as he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Knew you could handle us, lass.”

Johnny drops to his knees in front of you, his hands firm yet gentle as he spreads your legs, opening you up for him. His eyes darken as they take in the slick evidence of your arousal, glistening and undeniable, and the corner of his mouth curves into a wicked grin.

His mouth connects on your cunt without hesitation, the warmth of his tongue pressing against you as he takes his time, savoring every moment. A soft moan escapes your lips, unbidden, your body arching slightly toward him as his hands grip your thighs, keeping you steady and open for him.

Simon doesn’t say anything, but his gaze rakes over you with an intensity that leaves you trembling. His fingers trail down your arm, anchoring you as Johnny goes down on you.

As Johnny continues his deliberate, almost torturous movements against your cunt, your moans growing louder, Simon steps closer, his imposing figure commanding your attention. You glance up at him, your breath hitching as he unzips his pants, pulling his cock free with slow, deliberate movements.

“Open your mouth, love,” Simon orders, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes are locked on yours, intense and unyielding, as he waits for you to comply, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

You grab the base of his cock slowly putting him inside your mouth as you start to bob your head back and forth

Johnny pulls back just enough to admire the view, his lips glistening with your arousal as his eyes meet yours, full of mischief and hunger. “What a beautiful sight, lass,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire. His words send a flush of heat through you, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of his fingers sliding into your core—slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming. Your toes curl as he sets a rhythm, each movement coaxing a new sound from your lips.

Simon’s free hand brushes against your chest, his touch firm yet teasing as his fingers find one of your pebbled nipples, rolling it gently. At the same time, Johnny’s other hand mimics the motion on the other side, the dual sensations making your back arch as their combined focus leaves you trembling. Their gazes meet above you briefly, a silent, shared understanding passing between them before they both redouble their efforts, leaving you entirely at their mercy.

Your lips slide off Simon’s cock with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting you briefly as you keep your hand firmly wrapped around the base. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, but the overwhelming sensations from Johnny’s relentless fingers leave you breathless.

A scream rips from your throat as your body gives in, the wave of your climax crashing over you with raw intensity. Your hips buck against Johnny’s hand, his fingers curling inside you just right to prolong the euphoria. Simon groans above you, his cock twitching in your grip as he watches you fall apart, the sight of your pleasure driving him dangerously close to his own edge.

“Beautiful,” Simon mutters, his voice strained with desire, while Johnny smirks wickedly below, clearly proud of the mess he’s made of you.

Johnny slowly withdraws his fingers from your trembling core, his movements deliberate, almost teasing, as if savoring the moment. He holds them up for Simon to see, glistening with the evidence of your release.

“Look at this,” Johnny says, his voice low and full of pride. “Our pretty little mess.” His grin is wicked, his eyes flicking between you and Simon, reveling in the shared satisfaction between them.

Simon’s gaze darkens as he takes in the sight, his jaw tightening with barely restrained desire. “She’s perfect,” Simon mutters, his voice thick as his eyes lock on yours. The way they both look at you—like you’re their greatest prize—leaves you utterly undone, your body still quivering from the aftermath of your release.

“It’s my turn,” Simon growls, his voice dripping with authority as his strong hands grip your legs, pulling you toward him. With a firm, deliberate motion, he aligns himself with your slick core, the thick head of his cock teasing you before he slowly presses in, stretching you inch by inch. The deep warmth of him fills you, stealing your breath as he bottoms out, his grip tightening on your hips.

Behind him, Johnny strips off the last of his clothes, his body all lean muscle and confidence. He steps around, fisting his above-average cock in one hand as he watches you come undone beneath Simon’s powerful thrusts. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your cheek, guiding your head to the side.

“Open up, lass,” Johnny murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing, as he slowly pushed past your lips. The weight of him on your tongue is overwhelming in the best way, the salty taste of him grounding you as you hold onto his thigh for balance. Your other hand grips Simon’s arm, seeking stability against the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, each one hitting deeper and harder.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans muffled around Johnny, Simon’s low groans, and Johnny’s murmured praises as they both take you, their movements perfectly in sync, driving you closer to the edge once again. Every nerve in your body is alight, caught between their unyielding attentions as you lose yourself completely to them.

The heat builds again, faster this time, your body overwhelmed by the intensity of their combined efforts. Simon’s thrusts grow deeper and more deliberate, his grip on your hips unrelenting as he drives you closer to the edge. Johnny’s cock slides deeper into your mouth, his hand tangled in your hair as he groans low, the vibration of your muffled moans driving him wild.

Your body trembles, a coil tightening low in your belly as the familiar wave of pleasure begins to crest. Simon’s deep, guttural growl as he watches your body respond to him only pushes you further, and when Johnny murmurs, “That’s it, love, let go for us,” it’s all you need.

With a muffled cry, your climax crashes over you, leaving you shaking and gasping around Johnny’s cock. Your walls flutter and clench around Simon, drawing a low curse from his lips as he holds you steady through the wave of euphoria. Every nerve in your body feels electrified, the second release leaving you boneless and utterly spent between them.

“Good girl,” Simon mutters, his voice rough but filled with pride, his thrusts slowing as he lets you catch your breath. Johnny gently pulls out of your mouth, stroking your cheek with surprising tenderness as he looks down at you with a soft, satisfied smile.

“Two down,” Johnny teases, his tone playful as he leans in, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Think you’ve got one more in you, lass?”

You nod your head lazily, still trembling from the aftershocks, your body pliant and eager despite the exhaustion setting in. Simon steps back, his large hands brushing over your skin briefly as Johnny takes his place, his grin wild and eager.

“Good girl,” Johnny murmurs, his voice full of wicked promise as he positions himself. Without giving you a moment to fully recover, he plunges his cock into your soaking core in one swift motion. The stretch is immediate, his pace unrelenting from the start, and the sudden intensity rips a sharp cry from your lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Johnny groans, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, pushing you further into the couch, the sound of skin against skin mingling with his breathless curses.

The mess of your arousal and the remnants of your climax coat his length, dripping down and pooling beneath you, staining the couch with every movement. Simon watches from above, his dark eyes raking over the sight of you coming undone again, his cock still hard and glistening from your earlier efforts. He strokes himself lazily, his jaw tight as he mutters, “Johnny, don’t ruin her too quickly. I’ve got plans for her yet.”

Johnny lets out a low chuckle, but his thrusts only grow deeper, his hips slamming into you with the kind of desperation that makes your entire body burn. “Don’t worry, Ghost,” he pants, his grin feral as his fingers dig into your skin. “She’s got plenty left to give.”

“Fuck,” you scream, your voice trembling with pleasure and desperation as your hand reaches for Simon, wrapping around his cock once more. Without hesitation, you pull him toward you, taking him back into your mouth with a moan that vibrates around him. The weight of him on your tongue is grounding, a contrast to the unrelenting pace Johnny keeps behind you.

Simon groans low in his throat, his large hand resting at the back of your head as he guides your movements, his hips rocking gently to match the rhythm of your lips. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal, his gaze locked on you. “So good for us.”

Behind you, Johnny doesn’t let up, his cock driving deep into your core with every thrust. His pace is merciless, his hands gripping your hips tightly, and every movement sends shocks of pleasure coursing through you. Your free hand slides up to his abdomen, the hard ridges of muscle flexing beneath your palm with each thrust.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” Johnny teases, his voice strained but full of that familiar mischievous tone. His words are punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips, making you moan around Simon.

Your fingers dig into Johnny’s skin, nails scraping lightly across his abdomen as your body trembles under the overwhelming sensations. He growls at the sting, his pace faltering for just a moment before he doubles down, pounding into you with renewed fervor.

“You’re gonna make a mess of all of us, aren’t you?” Simon mutters, his hand tightening slightly in your hair as he watches you struggle to keep up, caught between their unrelenting attentions. The sight of your lips stretched around him, your hand clawing at Johnny’s torso, and the way your body shudders under their touch—it’s enough to drive them both mad.

The heat inside you builds faster than you can control, overwhelming every nerve as the relentless pace of Johnny’s thrusts pushes you closer to the edge. Your body trembles violently, tears streaming down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all. “I’m gonna cum,” you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling as your grip tightens on Johnny’s abdomen and Simon’s cock.

Johnny’s grin sharpens, his hands digging into your hips as he slams into you harder, deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. “That’s it, lass,” he groans, his own voice strained with need. “Cum for me. I’m right there with you.”

Behind you, Johnny’s pace becomes erratic, his movements more desperate as he chases his own release. The sensation is overwhelming, sending you spiraling into your third climax of the night. Your entire body shakes as the wave crashes over you, a guttural scream tearing from your throat, muffled only by Simon’s cock still in your mouth.

Simon lets out a deep, guttural groan, his hand tightening in your hair as he feels the vibrations of your cries around him. “Fuck,” he growls, his hips jerking forward slightly as he twitches in your mouth. “Gonna make a mess of you, love.”

You feel the heat of him spill across your tongue, salty and thick as Simon finally lets go, his release hitting you in warm pulses. Johnny follows a moment later, his grip on your hips tightening as he buries himself deep inside you, groaning low and rough as his own climax overtakes him, his warmth spilling into your trembling core.

The three of you collapse into a tangled, breathless heap, the room heavy with the scent of sex and the echoes of your shared release. Johnny lets out a soft chuckle, brushing a stray tear from your cheek as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “What a good girl you’ve been for us,” he murmurs, his voice full of warmth and pride.

Simon’s hand moves to your back, his touch steady and grounding as he murmurs in his low, gravelly voice, “Absolutely perfect.”

“And hopefully the neighbors didn’t hear us,” Johnny quips, his thick Scottish accent tinged with amusement as he smirks down at you. His thumb brushes lazily over your thigh, his grin nothing short of mischievous. “Though, can’t say I’d blame them if they did. You were quite the spectacle, lass.”

Simon lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your back as he leans against the couch. “If they didn’t hear that,” he mutters, his voice dry and laced with humor, “they’re either deaf or lying to themselves.”

You manage a breathless laugh, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. “Great. Just what I needed,” you mumble, burying your face in Simon’s chest for a moment, feeling the rumble of his quiet amusement beneath your cheek.

Johnny tilts his head, feigning innocence. “What? You should be proud, love. If they heard, they’ll just know how lucky we are.”

Simon shakes his head, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he glances at Johnny. “You’re shameless.”

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” Johnny fires back with a wink, earning a small chuckle from Simon and a playful swat from you. The warmth between the three of you is undeniable, even in the aftermath of your shared chaos.

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The room grows quiet as the intensity of the moment ebbs, leaving only the soft sounds of your breathing and the comforting weight of their presence. Your body feels heavy, utterly spent, and you shift slightly, wincing at the sensitivity thrumming through you. Johnny notices immediately, his playful grin softening into something gentler.

“Alright, lass,” he murmurs, sliding his hands under your thighs to scoop you up effortlessly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nod weakly, leaning into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. Simon follows close behind, his quiet presence grounding you. Johnny sets you gently on the edge of the tub, his fingers brushing over your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay, love?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a small smile. “Just…tired.”

Simon steps forward, his hands carefully peeling the rest of the sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. “We pushed you hard,” he admits, his tone laced with both pride and guilt. “Let us take care of you now.”

The warmth of their words settles over you like a blanket, and you let yourself relax as Johnny runs a warm bath, testing the temperature with his hand before gesturing for you to step in. Simon helps steady you, his strong hands keeping you upright as you lower yourself into the soothing water. The heat soaks into your aching muscles, drawing a contented sigh from your lips.

Johnny crouches beside the tub, his mischievous energy subdued as he dips a washcloth into the water and begins to gently clean your skin. “There we go,” he murmurs, his accent soft and soothing. “Nice and easy.”

Simon stands behind him, he gathers towels and fresh clothes. His movements are efficient, but his eyes remain on you, his gaze protective. “Drink this,” he says, handing you a glass of water. You take it gratefully, the cool liquid refreshing as it slides down your throat.

When the bath is done, Johnny helps you out, wrapping you in a fluffy towel as Simon supports you, his large hands steadying your tired frame. They guide you back to the couch, now covered with a clean blanket, and settle you down between them.

Johnny leans back, pulling you against his chest as his fingers trace gentle patterns on your arm. “You did so good for us, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Proud of you.”

Simon sits at your other side, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders. “Let us know if it’s ever too much,” he says quietly, his voice steady but tender. “We’ll always listen.”

You nod, a warmth blooming in your chest at their care. “Thank you,” you whisper, your eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion takes hold. Their warmth, their presence, and their quiet reassurances wrap around you like a cocoon, lulling you into a peaceful sleep, safe between the two of them.

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[stag-nite]

[skulldetergent]

THEN VS NOW

[islandtarochips]

Monster COD AU: Watch your Steps

Arthur’s Note: This AU was inspired by @bluegiragi for their AU is SO cool and SO awesome! You guys should check it out!

*Alejandro and Kanoa were on point as they went to the enemy’s base* Kanoa, crouched down a bit as he look through his scope while hiding behind a bush: Just two enemies standing in front of the gate. Alejandro, nodded: Bueno. We shall go down there and deal with them. QUIETLY. Kanoa: Agreed. Let's go. *Alejandro took a step back as he accidentally stepped on Kanoa's shark tail* Kanoa: NGH! Alejandro, looked at the Captain confusingly: Captain? Are you alright? Kanoa: N-No...because you are stepping on my TAIL, uce. Alejandro, looked down as he jolted to see his boots on Kanoa's tail: Meirda! I am SO sorry! Kanoa: I-It’s ok…🥲 Alejandro: Um...will it make you feel better if YOU step on my tail? Kanoa: No no no! It's ok! I'm fine! Let's just get this mission going, ok? ~later~ *Agnes and Soap were on a stealth mission in the dock* Agnes: *was planting the bombs on the boat* Soap, was on guard making sure no enemy comes through: Are you almost done, Blast? Agnes: Almost done So-ACK! *covered her mouth* *Soap turned his head to see Agnes was covering her mouth* Soap: Lass, what's the MATTER?! *saw Agnes was looking down to see he was stepping onto her eel TAIL* Soap, gasped a little and quickly moved away before crouching down to hug her: I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry- Agnes, chuckled a little: I’m fine, Soap. Don’t worry. *Agnes sweat a bit at Soap still hugging her* Agnes: Um…Soap? I’m ok…John? ~later~ *Ghost was in a med bay with Aelan who was putting an icepack on his bruising eye and patching up his arm that was bleeding a bit* Aelan, bandaging his arm: ……HOW did this happen? Ghost: …First Sergeant Shark has some anger issues. Aelan: ………You stepped on her tail didn’t you? Ghost: ……maybe. Aelan: And you didn’t APOLOGIZE? Ghost: …….no. Aelan: WHY? Ghost: She just GROWLED at me! Aelan: Because you STEPPED on her TAIL, Lieutenant!

Arthur's Note: To let you guys know! Ever since I saw @bluegiragi post about the info of the 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Graves, Konig and Horangi. In the Monster AU. It inspired me SO much for me to make my OCs into this AU. Did quite a bit of research of trying to find a PERFECT match for them! And let me listed down of what monster these guys are!

Tiala/Kanoa Toa - Shark Hybrid

Agnes Falagi - Eel Hybrid

Aelan Kalani - Just a human

Yeah. It's only Aelan who is human. But for these three! They are just sea creature hybrids! And I was imagining about their monster features! Which the number one thing that got me are their TAILS! As you can see, the shark and eel tails aren't that flexible like how Alejandro and Soap's monster tail were. So you can say that their tail are like heavy weight, getting dragged onto the ground. Which they're used it. But it IS easy to drag it in water since it could just float around better than dragging it on land. And since their tail dragged onto land, imagined the people accidentally STEPPED on it! That’s why I made this small skit to share this funny moments about the WTF’s situation if they’re a MONSTER! Lol.

Characters:

Tiala “Shark” Toa -> Me

Kanoa Toa -> Me

Agnes “Blast” Falagi -> Me

Aelan Kalani -> Me

Just wanna tag the peeps about this. Lol.

@deeptrashwitch @alypink @kaitaiga @welldonekhushi

@revnah1406 @sleepyconfusedpotato @dirtfullofwork

@sweet-samnang @iamcautiouslyoptimistic

@imagoddamnonionmason @applbottmjeens

[mordaciousmurderer]

TUMBLR, WHAT DO WE THINK?!

that quote is from john price himself :3

[nekronyancer]

I'm slowly working on the world building for this, just a bit slowly since my head is mostly occupied by other useless thoughts-

Anyway mask bois~

All the budget went into Ghost's golden mask change my mind

[verdantcreek]

“fire when ready, Lt.

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nighty night, fuckhead.”

[fishsticksloser]

Painted

Ghost x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, short

A/N: based on these TikToks pt 1 pt 2 only with reader instead of Soap. Call sign is Persephone (iykyk) and you also wear a mask. This is my Ghost Valentine's Day special. 💕

You sat on the counter letting Ghost apply paint around your eyes. He was gentle, careful not to rub too hard. He looked so calm, concentrating on making it look decent, at least you assume that's what he's doing.

Ghost applies one more swipe underneath your right eye then stops, almost assessing his work, his hand still pressed against the side of your face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You don't really remember why you asked him to help you, was it because you ran out of paint? The answer left your mind the moment he sat you on the counter. You had watched his eyes soften as he applied paint to your skin, his eyes focused where his fingers touched. The tension had built up, now there was no where to put it.

"Ghost!" Price called from the other room. "Persephone!"

"Yes, sir!" Ghost calls back, turning to face where Price's voice came from. He began to move away from you.

You had to do something, you couldn't let this moment disappear.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back towards you. You sat up to give yourself as much height as possible, before pressing your covered lips over his. You pulled away slowly before hoping off the counter and retreating, shocked you even had the balls to do that.

What you didn't know... Was Ghost stood, frozen, his hand reached up and he delicately touched his lips. Still warm from when you kissed him.

[mockerycrow]

I WANT IT (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

summary; soap is on leave with the 141 and you’re visiting him. he invites you to meet the boys, and you get a little buzzed—he offers to take you home, but you get a little.. handsy.

authors note; i saw a tiktok video. that’s the excuse. i did not proofread this; i saw the tiktok and wrote it. and @kivino let me talk about this, blame them. /j

[WARNINGS; poor knowledge of motorcycles, alcohol ingestion (not enough to be drunk), extremely suggestive, groping, suggested exhibitionism, technically you did not ask for consent but Johnny enjoys every single second of this.]

“IT WAS NICE meeting you guys!” You grin, shaking Johnny’s Captain’s hand, and then his fellow sergeants. You and, what was his name.. Ghost? You two settled on waves. “Likewise, mate.” Price hums, a smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, you’re always welcome, yeah?” Price glances at Soap and then you, earning a laugh from your chest.

“You sure you want Johnny bringing you home?” Ghost teases lightheartedly—he knows Johnny is careful, but he also knows Johnny rides fast. You smile at his tease, and you can tell he’s being just a tad bit serious. Ghost elected to be the Designated Driver for his Captain and Gaz, but he wouldn’t mind if he had to take you home, too. You aren’t drunk per say, but you definitely should not be behind a wheel nonetheless.

You shake your head no in response before saying, “I appreciate the concern, but Johnny has gotten me home safe plenty of times.” Johnny. That’s one thing the 141 has noticed; the only person they’ve ever known to be given permission to call Soap that is Ghost—and you now, apparently. Guess it makes sense when Johnny said, “Only L.T. and someone else can call me that.”

“If you say so, love.” Gaz laughs and pats your shoulder, glancing over to see Johnny gearing up his motorcycle, two helmets hanging off of the handle grips. Guess he came prepared, and is eager to set off. You say your goodbyes and after making sure the two drunk men and their chauffeur get into their vehicle safely, you walk over to Johnny, who’s wearing his gloves and his unzipped protective jacket. “Ye ready t’ride?” He asks with an excited grin—he’s been away for a couple of months and you haven’t ridden with him in at least a year.

“Always,” You reply with a grin of your own. Johnny helps you slip on the helmet and adjusts the straps accordingly, biting at the corner of his lower lip as he focuses on making sure you’re safe. You can’t help but wonder if he does the same thing whilst defusing an explosive device. “There we go.” Johnny chuckles before slipping his own helmet on, adjusting his straps. He teasingly flips down your visor before doing the same with his own—the sun is setting, to be fair—and he hops onto his motorcycle.

Johnny holds out an arm, helping you get into the back of the motorcycle behind him. You grunt as you situate yourself, your hands grabbing his waist as you wiggle a bit. Once you deem yourself safe and comfortable, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and lean against his back. Johnny tilts his head back, bonking his helmet into yours; his way of asking if you’re okay for to him go now, considering you two can’t hear each other. Johnny doesn’t have those helmets with speakers and microphones yet.

You laugh a bit before bonking him back, causing him to rev his motorcycles engine and you feel him begin to drive off. The air feels nice against what skin is exposed as Johnny pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road, slowly speeding up as there is no one else on the road with you two. Your eyes trace the purple-pink clouds and sky, the sun radiating a beautiful orange, the colors looking absolutely jaw dropping tonight.

Your mind begins to wander to the events of tonight; the drinking game that you ended up winning—you aren’t sure how—which is why you’re just a little buzzed. You think about Johnny’s teammates and how they all work together very nicely, even in a civilian environment.. and then your mind drifts to Johnny. Sweet ol’ Johnny in those fucking jeans.

God, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but something about Johnny in the outfit he wore tonight was making you feel so feral. He is wearing some dark blue jeans that mold to his legs so perfectly, showing off his thick thighs, as well as a white t-shirt and a biker’s jacket over the shirt. Nonetheless, you felt like a goddamn dog because you swore you nearly drooled over him at least three times during the course of the night.

You aren’t sure what demon possesses you to give you the confidence that suddenly surges in your veins, but honestly you can’t bring yourself to care. Your arms slowly unwrap from around his abdomen, and you feel Johnny’s back muscles—that you wanna drag your nails down all of a sudden—tense up. You know he’s probably wondering what you’re doing, but you don’t pay that any mind as your hands go to his sides, slowly sliding down to over the curves of his hips. You feel the material of his jeans underneath your fingers and how the muscle is pressing against the seams—you just can’t help yourself.

You feel the bike turn as you begin to go around a curve in the road. Your hands squeeze his hips before one of your hands presses down and slowly rubs over his thigh to the inner part of it, your fingers squeezing the muscle covered by his jeans. You feel Johnny straighten his posture and you grin underneath your helmet, light arousal flowing through your veins as your other hand slowly moves to his lower stomach, right above the belt buckle of his jeans. You’re suddenly grateful Johnny decided—or more likely forgot—to keep his jacket unzipped, because you can’t resist sliding your hand underneath his shirt.

You feel his skin and the soft hair trailing up to his belly button—his goddamn happy trail, which the acknowledgment of it makes a hot flash to flow through you. Johnny’s stomach muscles flex under your touch and you feel him tense as your fingers threaten to dip underneath the waistband of his jeans. Your other hand drifts dangerously close to his groin, your fingertips nearly brushing directly where you want them to—or, actually seems like where Johnny wants them to.

You didn’t even notice that you’ve come to a stop, and Johnny grabs the wrist of the hand where your fingers are dangerously close to his crotch and cold panic flows through you; is he uncomfortable? Did you go too far, despite the late night flirts and hot, needy kisses over the years? No, none of that. You made the right decision, you realize, as Johnny presses your hand directly against his crotch, pressing your palm into his hardened, clothed cock at the fucking red light.

The cold panic is quickly replaced with burning arousal, slapping you right in the face as you feel a vibration from Johnny’s chest—he’s fucking groaning and rutting his hips into your hand like goddamn dog. Your eyes flutter shut as your lungs stutter in your chest, your hand groping his crotch. Your fingertips scratch at his happy trail, making the muscles underneath his skin stutter.

Johnny’s flips up his visor and looks over his shoulder at you as he shamelessly grinds into your palm, which you’re pressing down onto his cock now. You make eye contact and jesus, he looks fucking delicious. His eyes are half lidded and you can tell his face is red, his pupils blown out—you can barely see, but you know they are—and something tells you this isn’t ending when he drops you off, especially when you feel his cock twitch beneath his jeans when a car rolls up next to you at the red light.

[mampfu]

I regret this already

[stag-nite]

[internetmisfitsworld]

Man, I feel bad for Soap fans.

Imagine your fav character being offed in such terrible way compared to the old ones. 💀

The thing is, it was never about not wanting him to die. I think almost every Soap fans are aware of the possibility of him dying again and most of them are accepting of it.

The problem was how he died.

I know that scene parallels with Yuri saving Price from Makarov but the way I see it, it's a mix with when Soap and Price was throwing hands with Shepherd.

For starter, it's utterly insane how OG Soap managed to yeet a knife with god-like precision at Shepherd's eye, all while suffering from a stab wound in the chest.

In the reboot, Soap went for Makarov's shoulder.... instead of his neck? Like I get that he was probably dazed from getting shot in his right shoulder, but come on man 😭 compared THAT to the OG? They made him look incompetent.

Are you really telling me that this man, who for the entirety of the game, went into rage mode whenever Makarov was mentioned, doesn't went for his neck when he's about to stab him??

Hell, even on Verdansk flashback, that man really threw his ass on the floor of the helicopter, ready to end his life right then and there. Is this really the same man??

On god, I'm surprised Soap doesn't just tackled him on the ground and went berzerk on him. Also, what was Makarov's men were doing when Soap went sneak attack on him?

"Oh he did just tell his men to back off and let him handle Price and Soap alone and so obviously they should follow his order even if said enemy was about stab him to death :D". How noble. So technically, Soap would've been dead the moment he rise from the ground and wouldn't even get the chance to lift his knife and Price would be dead :D.

So yeah, it's understandable why people reacted the way they did. They made reboot Soap so amateurish with the way he aim that knife (dude was SAS ffs) AND they killed him off in a horrible way.

Basically, that whole scene just feels odd.

[pearldog30]

Johnny (soap) Mctavish head Cannon

I know, I said this was going to be out a lot sooner. butttt I got distracted so here we are with our soapy boy, and I hope y'all enjoy! As always this is going to be realistic as possible! (Also let me know if you would like to see some NSFW head cannons and I might put those in the works soon 👀)

Other works 👉Master list

Warnings| PTSD, and alcohol.

This is soaps love song cannot convince me otherwise. (Okay I was actually reading a soap fanfic. and this song came on, and I'm like it's perfect. anyways if the thing doesn't work it's I wanna be yours by Arctic monkeys slow)

I am going to start this off by saying. THE SASS THIS MAN HAS. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE GIFT HE SCREAMS SASSY! Oh and don't get me started. when he's trying to give attitude. He has the kind of sass that gives a drag queen, a run for their money. I LOVE IT

Contrary to what everybody might think of him, he's actually really fuckin smart. HE'S A SAS DEMOLITION SNIPER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW SMART YOU HAVE TO BE, ESPECIALLY WITH MATH FOR THAT SHIT! So yeah he's not a dumbass to say the least.

BUT! With that being said he's low key oblivious as fuck, when it comes to day to day life. like yeah he may be able to do math perfectly, plan out war plans, be able to tell an enemy in a room within a second, but for the love of God. do not leave this man alone to clean the house without adult supervision. something's bound to end up broken/all disorganized on how you had it, it's going to be a new house when you come back.

He is the definition of doesn't follow instructions. Sooo unless if you want to be spending money on takeout, don't let him cook without your supervision. He cannot cook to save his life. (I said what I said)

This may not come as a surprise at all, but he is observant as fuck. it's the sniper in him, when you have the job he has you have to be always on guard. so a lot like ghost even when you guys are home/go out as civilians, he's always going to be on guard, observing every situation. but this man knows how to cover it up, and make it seem like he's not, it's concerning.

Since he is observant as hell, he notices every. single. little. detail. about yourself. Oh you got new lipstick, he'll be the first to say you look stunning. and to kiss that pretty lip color (he says he's just testing it. But we all know it's an excuse cuz he wants to kiss you) got some new jeans/leggings he'll definitely notice and be staring. So yeah he notices everything. even the stuff you do to the house, when he comes back home from deployment. This man is the definition of photographic memory!

and with the observant topic. if y'all are at a bar. and you're trying to make him jealous. don't, just don't, you're going to lose. this man does not get jealous, if anything he'll take it as a challenge. knowing you're trying to get him jealous, it ends up in you getting jealous. (he's a little shit and it's annoying)

I'm probably going to be the first to say this. and it's going to burst a lot of y'all's bubbles. but he does not, AND I MEAN DOES NOT, HAVE ADHD! (I'm pretty sure if you have ADHD, you actually can't do a lot of the stuff that he does. from what I've been told. so no he does not have it)

And if y'all ever somehow go on a road trip together. He doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. He's either cracking jokes or screaming music (more than likely it's Barbie girl or some other ridiculous song he uses to bother ghost with) bonus points if you join in with him, safe to say it's never a boring car ride with him.

Now when y'all have fights. It doesn't matter how they start, what they are about, what it was. this man always comes back to apologize first. It often has you questioning why, even if you knew you were in the wrong, you still wonder why he's apologizing to you, when you should be apologizing to him. and he'll never let you apologize, almost never!

Since he has this job. he does he struggles a lot with PTSD. Out of all the men he's definitely the most emotional, but not at the same time, it's weird. With his mental health he often bottles everything up, he never had a good experience with talking about it. and in his past either people looked at him like he's some crazy monster, or they just pushed him away. so this often brings him to he either drinks it away, and then forgets about it the next day. or has a complete breakdown.

Now I'm not saying he's an alcoholic, no. but he can't help it, when he comes home and those dark thoughts won't leave, and it goes to dark places. To where he sometimes (a lot of times let's be honest. That was before you came into the picture) turn to alcohol. Mainly it's just to forget about the fact he felt like he let his team down. cuz someone died on a rough mission he had no control over, and it kills him every time. Every time that does happen he wishes it was him.

But if he doesn't, then he'll often just lock himself in his office/shower. he'll silent cry to himself, and have a panic attack, rocking back and forth on the floor/on the shower floor. and you have caught him like that more than once. each time you did, he tried telling you he was okay, ushering you away from him. but you wouldn't budge, you would just hold him and let him cry it out/talk it out if he wanted. you really are his safe place in those situations.

So he often goes through one of those two scenarios, every time he comes home from a mission. and each time you see him like that it takes a little piece away from you, killing you a little, as it does for him. And it does kind of scare him to death that you see him like that. So he worries that you'll leave him, because he is going through such a hard time. so you have to reassure him a lot.

He's actually probably one of the only guys that doesn't really get night terrors/nightmares. Too often, I mean yeah he'll get them every once, in awhile but nowhere near as bad as the rest. he is the definition of heavy sleeper, unless of course he's on the field.

He's also the definition of clingy. You and Alejandro's partner, once had a competition, to see who was more clinger. and soap won that by an inch.

✨Middle child vibes✨ that's all I'm going to say.

Love language. Physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation.

All right that's going to be the it for this. I hope you all enjoyed it! and wherever you are in the world I hope you're having a good day/night reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🖤

[islandtarochips]

BOOM OPERATOR

*the WTF and the TF141 were trying to do a show as everyone is doing the set up*

Kanoa, got the boom microphone: Oh! Here’s something for you, Ghost! You can be the BOOM operator!

Ghost: Huh? I thought Sparrow AND Blast was the BOOM operator……

*Sparrow and Agnes got a full of TNT behind them*

Sparrow/Agnes: DID SOMEBODY SAY BOOM-

Soap, was SUPPOSED to be in charge of the TWO: NO! WAIT LASS-

*it already exploded the sets even them*

Kanoa/Ghost, was already burnt up: ………

Soap: 🤦‍♂️

Sparrow: ………I think this is too much.

Agnes: *coughed out smoke and fell down*

Arthur’s Note: Yeeeaaah….let this be a reminder to NEVER let these two be put together.

Characters (Left -> Right)

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton -> @revnah1406

Kanoa Toa -> Me

Agnes “Blast” Falagi -> Me

Inspo Vid:

[mordaciousmurderer]

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT WHAT MY GIRLFRIEND GOT ME FOR VALENTINE’s DAY!!!