#og mw2

[h3llh0vnd]

chupi chupi chapa chapa rubi rubi raba raba

[killingbill]

Roach Tells Soap how he got his name 🧍‍♂️😭

sfw, mw2 09, captain mactavish x roach sanderson

It's quiet. A typical scenario where Roach was concerned. His hands are on either side of the sink, though without the gloves nor the bulk of his vest he looked a lot smaller. Yet, somehow they all looked a little more human without the gear.

The soldier is tipped off to Mactavish's presence from the moment he creaks open the door. The small bit of light peering into the dark space, or his visage roughly reflected in streaked mirror.

"Ye never told me how y'got yer name, in the first place."

The man tenses, a bit. He's not sure if he wants to speak, but he decides that it's better not to deny his captain. Besides, he'd never asked before -- and with their previously shared intimacy, it may be rude not to.

He exhales.

" . . . i survived an' es'plosion." Roach replies, watching with a soft anxiety settling in his chest as the captain comes in fully.

He softly latches the door behind him.

"S'that right, now?" He asks, lumbering up behind Gary.

"Mm. Yessir." Roach replies, easing backward slightly. His form relaxing.

"An' how'd ye manage t'do that?" Johnny asks, head over Gary's shoulder as he leans in real close. His strong arms bracketing the soldier's hips, while the heels of his palms press against the porcelain.

Gary clears his throat.

"Well, I was th'only one 'ho go' ou'." He shrugs, crossing his arms as he leans back against Soap's chest.

"Crawled inta' an open air-ven' n' closed the grate. Er, more like jumped fer m'life, but... it didn' folla' me."

"Smart man." Soap nods. "Knew I was smart in pickin' ya."

Roach blushes in the soft yellow light as Soap's lips caress the base of his jaw.

"When th'choppa came fer' m'exfil, they said i was unkillable. jus' like a bloody roach, i was."

"Mm. Well tha' explains the scars." Soap mumbles, pushing his hips up into Gary's, while fingers curl just a little bit tighter around the sink's edge.

The man in-front exhales, with his head falling to one side.

He's referring to the burn scars on Roach's face, and hands -- close to his jaw. Ones Gary looks at with a lidding of his hooded eyes.

"Mm." Is all he says in response. " -- Sir." He tacks it on for good measure.

Of course, he doesn't divulge the blast of flames that licked his skin as he closed said grate. He hadn't been sure if the tight channel was going to be enough to save him.

Seemed self explanatory.

"Well jus' keep it up, will ye' -- i ain't losin' ye on my bloody watch, that's fer sure." Soap mumbles between kisses.

"... S'why we ended up t'gether..." Roach says this unexpectedly. "Los' my old team."

Soap's head rises from the crook of Gary's neck, and he looks up at their reflections in the mirror. There's a bit of a smile that crosses rugged features, at that.

"Well, welcome t'the family, Roach. I'll make sure they take real good care a' ya."

[unmotivatedartistry]

🧼 click for better quality i guess 🧼

"i'm a good artist I swear captain soap mactavish for scale😿😿😿"

anyway something possessed me a little bit while I was playing with whiteboard. should I do something in this coloring style again??

[omgwowhahah]

Me going on a rant to my boyfriend about the entire OG Modern Warfare story. I be out here like “and the conversation with Price and Shepard at the beginning of Contingency-“ and then proceed to quote the entire thing. “-and then he says -looks like we lost our connection- BUT he actually HUNG UP on Shepard’s crusty ass.”

[yooo-lets-go]

Not made to last

[cristaq]

Old and retired og pricesoap but Price falls prey to Alzheimer’s and he is in Soap’s care. Price often forgets who Soap is so he has to point out their wedding bands as proof of them being husbands. Price always stares in disbelief, having a hard time imagining himself brave enough to be married to a man. His younger self used to struggle a lot with sexuality.

When the name John MacTavish doesn’t ring a bell, the Scot hopes that the name Soap might help joggle the old man’s memory. Price huffs. “Soap? What kind of name is Soap anyways?” The answer brings tears to Soap's eyes. Maybe the man before him hasn’t actually changed much.

The daughter they have adopted together visits often and tries to help in any way. But Soap hates to burden her youth by caring for old people.

But it’s all worth it for the small moments of clarity. “I will always remember you… No matter how many times I forget. I love you.” Price says. “The moment I won’t be able to do so, put me down. That’s not me anymore, love.”

As the disease progresses, dementia sets in and the tantrums become more frequent, to the point that it breaks Soap’s spirit. They had a good thing. Thirty happy years after the end of the war together. But there is not much to do now. Price always hated feeling helpless. His doctors approve the use of assisted suicide.

The moment I won’t be able to remember you, put me down. That’s not me anymore, love.

[swanparties]

you know the ship is good when the actors are basically holding up little dolls of their characters and making them kiss

[mizushibart]

Riley x2 I just think they should meet <3

[valkyrss]

"Break's over, Roach. Let's go."

[gravesdept]

imagine being makarovs personal assistant—although to him you’re more of a free use fuck buddy that he can go to whenever and wherever to get stretched out. its ironic to say the least, him throwing slurs at you in russian while hes riding your cock freely in his office.

or just before he meets with high-end stakeholders who are willing to provide him with any information that he might need,, hes pushing you into a small janitorial closet before grabbing the both of your dicks and equally sliding them together. creating a friction that almost has his eyes rolling back.

keyword almost, makarov will always refrain from permitting such intimacy. you on the other hand struggle to contain the low grunts and groans as you shift on your weight; placing your hand on his slightly smaller one to guide him into a much faster pace.

and maybe its all an act cause’ as fast as it began, it ends. with him releasing his load onto your hand to him zipping his pants up quickly, and leaving without saying a word.

[brewed-pangolin]

Captain MacTavish, who makes you ride his face while leaning against the headboard every morning. Won't stop until your legs are quaking around his head and dripping yourself all over his stubbled chin. Whimpering that you're too sensitive, further urging him on as he grips tightly into your thighs and plunges his tongue deep into your overstimulated hole.

[h3llh0vnd]

roach university au part 2

[welldonekhushi]

I just miss this trilogy so much. I hope no one ever forgets these golden games.

[temeyes]

old soul

[shadow4-1]

(Based off this post and this movie.) I'm just imagining going out with the girls to the pub. There's a few new people you don't recognize, but you don't pay them any mind. Even when a handsome, older man approaches you do you brush him off. You're not there to find some dick - it's your homegirl's birthday! Come to find out her dad rented her a party yacht.

The party is bumping and you've had far too much to drink. You accidentally stumble into one of the guardrails but it's too short. You fall overboard, knocking the back of your head on the fiberglass boat hull on the way down.

You wake up in the hospital dazed and confused. You can't recall much of anything but you know something bad happened to you. There's TV crews and newspeople ready to ask you questions youre unable to answer. You're far from home, you had no phone or ID, and your "friends" are blackout drunk on a yacht headed for Cape Cod.

You're upset and scared. You want to go home but you can't even recall where that is. You lay despondent and alone in your hospital bed hoping someone will come to claim you. Soon enough, someone does.

He's tall, handsome, and older than you'd expected. Is he a friend of your dad's? Certainly he has to know you. He regards you with glint of heat in his eye.

"Ah, there you are, Love." He sighs in relief. The nurses and doctors who led him into the room intently observe the scene. "Thought I'd never see you again."

You're confused, but he seems to understand. He kneels beside your bed, places your hand in his. He doesn't seem offended when you try to pull away from him. You're certain he's a stranger. He has to be.

"Love, it's me. It's alright, I've got you now." He hums, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out a silver ring and slips it on your ring finger. It fits perfectly and has a man's name etched into it.

"John?" You question, looking at the ring. He just smiles at you with a strange type of relief.

The nurses and doctors chatter in agreement, tapping at their Ipads and leaving the room. You want to call out to them but John plants kisses to the back of your hand. His mustache tickles.

"Oh, Love, you've no idea how much I've missed you. The boys too." He hums. "'S time to go home."

The boys?

You have children with this man?

[cristaq]

Do we ever think about the fact that Price had to leave Soap on that table after he died? He never had a proper burial. All that was left was the journal, ink stains that are supposed to contain a person’s entire LIFE. Price never got to cry next to a casket with his partner inside. He never got to deliver a speech in a chapel. Soap was a catholic, he would want to be buried. What do you think Makarov’s men did with Soap’s body?

I believe Price regrets leaving him there. He should have carried him out. 

War took the life of two boys that day. At some point, they were both just boys.