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[yooo-lets-go]

He can’t talk right now, he’s doing hot girl shit

[mercury-hg-3008]

Call of duty stereotyping based off what I've seen

Ghost- heartless cold guy, either no soft spots or one soft spot which is for someone

Price- dad, daddy, man old as dust, or smart and ruthless

Gaz- price's kid, only personality trait is falling out of a heli

Soap- loud scott, really dumb

Farah- a girls girl, has to be in love with someone

Laswell- mom, only super duper serious

Alex- golden retriever, always with farah

Alejandro- loud angry mexican, dumb

Rodolfo- only known as rudy (not stereotype but it's not something I enjoy seeing) also super duper serious, soft spot is alejandro

Valeria- mommy, being petty and annoying to alejandro

Roach- dumb happy guy needs to be babysat, really chaotic

Shepherd- old as dust, UGLY BLEHHH

Hadir- ???

Graves- biggest patriot, daddy and dad (shadows), always taunting, racist (why???)

König- big shy, dumb, soft, daddy dom, big scary with no feelings

Horangi- always gambling or meows, könig's personal 🐶

Nikto- hot guy with scars, kinda soft

Vladimir- daddy dom like fanfic mafia bosses

Yuri- ??? vladimir's bf I guess

[dragonnarrative-writes]

KinkVember 12 - High Protocol

Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Reader, Featuring Ghost, Mace, Gaz, and Soap

Read on AO3

CW: Partial nudity, non-con touching, physical strike (not as a part of established play), kneeling, knives (present, but not used), praise

Notes: Gary "Roach" Sanderson experiences mutism due to injury to his throat. He uses British Sign Language, but he and the reader have established hand signals that are not standard BSL as part of their dynamic. When Roach is speaking, Simon interprets for the people at the table who aren't fluent in BSL.

You tilt your head when you hear a low whistle from the den. You finish the serving platter you're working on with an answering two-note whistle. It's the work of a moment to slide the platter into the fridge and trade it for five bottles of water before setting out to see to Gary and his guests.

You see Johnny, Kyle, Simon and Mason looking at you as you walk in. Their eyes dart down to your breasts and then down to the skirt that you know doesn’t fully cover your ass. You cock one hip for them to admire your bare legs, but you only have eyes for your Dom.

You preen a bit when Gary looks up and almost signs for water, then grins to see you've anticipated his request. When he circles a finger, you step into the room and start offering water to his guests.

It’s an interesting headspace to be in. You feel their eyes on you, but you’re not partially nude. This is your home, where you are most comfortable. You’re partially clothed, for their sake. You offer refreshments because Gary’s guests are your guests; there is no deference, or shame. You follow Gary because you want to, because he offers orders freely and demands nothing from you. You have power here, even if you’re not in control.

So, when Johnny runs an appreciative hand up the back of your thigh, you don’t hesitate to knock his arm away and then crack your palm against his face.

Gary’s whistle stutters as he tries to call you though his laughter. You go to stand behind his shoulder, and offer your hand for his inspection. He holds your wrist gently, but he doesn’t need to check you for injury. You know how to hit a man, and the slap was more of a warning than anything. He kisses the inside of your wrist before addressing the rest of the table.

A solid hit, he signs, as Simon interprets. He grins at Johnny’s quickly reddening face. Told you to keep your hands to yourself. To you, he signs, Kneel.

You consider the kneeling pillow he’s placed by his side, then fold into it. He signals position 5 or 7, so you settle with your back straight, hands on your thighs, shoulders relaxed. From this angle, you can only see thighs, and Gary’s left hand. He pinches three fingers to his thumb. Hold.

Above you, Mason rumbles, “Don’t think she should be punished for that.”

Gary’s hand disappears, and Simon’s voice says. “’She’s not being punished. She gets to relax now. None of you gets to look if any of you can’t follow the rules.’”

“Ye cannae blame me,” Johnny whines, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “She’s a right bonnie thing. An’ she usually likes to play.”

“'She’s in a mood,” Simon rumbles. “’You’re lucky she has her orders. She’s armed…’ Where the fuck is she armed?”

Gary snorts as his left hand appears with the hand signal to present arms. Above and to the side of you, you catch Kyle watching from the corner of your eye as you slip your hands under your skirt to unsheathe your palm knives. You raise your hands above the table.

“Steamin’ jesus,” Johnny laughs.

Gary signals for you to resume position 5, so you do. He taps your shoulder, once, twice, three times. Good. Very good. Perfect. You don’t break position, but you purse your lips to catch the edge of his wrist in a kiss.

“Should we go after this round?” Kyle asks, tapping his poker chips on the table in a nervous rhythm. “If she’s not comfortable with us being here.”

“’You wouldn’t have made it through the door if she didn’t want you here.’” Simon chuckles and knocks his own knuckles on the table. “Sounds like she runs the damn ‘ouse, not you. ‘Doesn’t Bambi?’ Olright, you’re not wrong there. But we don’t ‘ave nearly the amount of rules an’ signals that you do.”

You let the noise of their voices turn to background noise as you center yourself. Above the table, Mason shuffles cards. Johnny’s left leg bounces - he’s got a good hand, then - and Kyle stops tapping his chips. Gary’s hand enters your sight line to give you one more signal. Easy. Then he touches the top of your head and gently nudges you to lay your head on his thigh. He taps, once, twice, three times. Four.

Good. Very good. Perfect. I love you.

[dailygaming]

Ghost and Roach's death at the hands of Lieutenant General Shepherd

[ihiros]

How General Shepard actually killed Roach

Me and my partner were talking and the image popped into my head of this happening. Might draw this better quality later.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Recently extinct species make me sad for all the usual and normal reasons (loss of life, biodiversity and unique life forms that experienced the world wholly uniquely and acted in it like no other, to name three), but a big thing that also makes me so sad is the forgetting that comes right after. Many endangered species are greatly ignored to begin with whilst alive of course, which is awful, but the way that extinction also causes us to forget. A species could’ve been so abundant a hundred years ago, people would’ve used a fish species or a tasty plant for food, or parents would’ve warned their children to not put a poisonous toadstool or insect in their mouth, a diver would exclaim, “Aha!” after emerging from the shallows holding an especially big bivalve, or someone making a species diary would sketch out a local bird or fasten a single flower to the page. But.. then the species goes extinct. It doesn’t exist anymore. None of these events, these actions happen anymore. Not with these species. The people who had these experiences dwindle out and they may not even realise that their experiences were among the last of their kind. And we forget.

[exlimix1a]

Quick piece of @luluyamofficial 's character Lucelia + a 30 second speedpaint!

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #11 (aka Shit I Found On Pinterest That I Thought Was Funny)

*during secure transmission with Shepherd and Graves*

Graves, singing: ��� Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock… 🎵

Sherlock: …

Graves: 🎵 Are you finally single? 🎵

Sherlock: No.

Graves: 🎵 I respect that. 🎵

———

*in a hostage situation at a store*

Sherlock: Yeah, there’s four of them and only one of me, but I have a lighter. Okay, we get some hairspray, make some flamethrowers, and let’s fry these bitches!

Ghost, deadpan: No one is frying any bitches.

Sherlock: …

Ghost: I know, I’m disappointed in myself, too.

———

Yuri: I know Makarov, and you’re in far more danger than I. He’s coming for you. And I guarantee that his soldiers will find this place.

Sherlock: Not gonna happen. I rent it out under a shell corporation.

Nikolai: Yeah.

Sherlock: My mail goes to a P.O. box in Seattle.

Nikolai: Yeah.

Sherlock: My neighbors think my name is Rachel Fletcher.

Nikolai: Yeah.

Sherlock: People I work with all think my name is Sherlock.

Nikolai: Yea-

Yuri:

Laswell:

141:

Roach: Wait what?

Sherlock: Don’t worry about it.

———

Price: Sanderson, you’re fine. Just be yourself.

Roach: “Be myself”? Captain, I have one day to win over Sherlock and Kyle. *gestures to everyone else* How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Soap: Couple weeks.

Ghost: Six months.

Laswell: Jury’s still out.

Roach: See, sir? “Be myself”, what kind of garbage advice is that?

———

Makarov: Go to hell.

Soap: Already been. Didn’t agree with me.

———

Nikolai: We didn’t do it.

Price: Then why are you guys laughing?

Sherlock, grinning: Because whoever did it is an effing genius.

———

Graves: Just trust me.

Shepherd: The last time you said that my house burned down.

Graves: Yeah, but you didn’t die.

Shepherd: That’s not the point!

———

Alex: Should I ask why you have a knife in your purse?

Farah: It’s a dagger, actually. And no, you shouldn’t.

———

Krueger: Sir, we’re surrounded.

Nikolai: Excellent, we can attack in any direction!

Krueger: -_-

———

*Gaz beating some asshole up*

Sherlock: Oh, don’t blame them. They did their best to try to kill me.

Gaz:

Roach: O.O

———

Graves: If it wasn’t totally unethical, I would definitely blackmail you with this.

Alejandro: *eye twitching* Because you’re a shining beacon of ethics, right?

———

Nikolai: Oh, look at all the pretties!

Sherlock: *grabs his hand and pulls him away* Can you please stop talking about assault rifles the same way I talk about shoes?

———

*Ghost, Soap, and Rudy break into the old prison to free Los Vaqueros and Sherlock, only for Rudy to find the latter in the kitchen hunched over with a sandwich in her mouth*

Rudy: Camarada, what are you doing?

Sherlock: *muffled by the sandwich* …Eating.

Rudy: You’re being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?

Sherlock: They didn’t say the fridge was off limits.

———

Laswell: Is that blood?

Price: No?

Laswell: That is not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.

———

Gaz: Are you clinically insane, or incredibly annoying?

Sherlock: I don’t know, probably both.

———

Ghost: How are you feeling?

Soap: I think you broke my fingers.

Ghost: Better your fingers than your face.

———

*Sherlock and Alejandro detained in the same room*

Alejandro: What’s our exit strategy?

Sherlock: Our what?

Alejandro: Dios mío, we’re all going to die.

———

Roach: *swinging his legs back and forth * Sitting around, waiting to get kidnapped. This is the best day ever.

~Later~

Roach: This is the third time I’ve been kidnapped this WEEK. It’s getting old.

———

Price, about Roach: Look, he’s smiling. He’s totally fine.

Ghost: Sir, he’s smiling because he’s terrified.

Roach, “smiling”: 😬

———

Gaz: Did you bring us here to die?

Nikolai: Obviously.

Gaz:

Gaz: I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.

———

Nikolai: Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?

Sherlock: That’s called a threat.

Nikolai: Черт возьми.

(Черт возьми = Damn it)

———

Valeria: Nothing ever pleases you does it?

Alejandro: Nothing you do.

———

Graves: I know there was a compliment somewhere in there and I’ll take it.

Soap: You piece of shite.

Graves: Ah, there it is!

———

*talking about Valeria*

Alejandro: Oooh, she’s angry.

Rudy: How can you tell?

Alejandro: Well, you can see her mood by her hands. Like right now, she has a gun. I don’t think that she’s happy to see us.

Valeria: 🔫😡

———

Graves: Listen up, fives. A ten is speaking.

141:

Laswell:

Nikolai:

Sherlock:

Alex:

Farah:

Graves: Farah, can we talk, one ten to another?

Farah: I’m an eleven, but continue.

[boxofthings]

bet if you put all the ghostroach fans in a single gc we'd all recognize each other

[ellilyre]

My opinion on who's the big/little spoon in MW2 ships

Ghostsoap - at first they both wanted to be the big spoon, so they just didn't spoon for some times. After getting more comfortable turn out they both like both positions. Soap likes how Ghost can wrap his whole body between his big arms, and Ghost loves how safe it makes him feel to be held

Alerudy - Alejandro always wanted to be the big spoon, which Rudy has no problems with. One time Rudy insisted to try switching positions and since then Alejandro has never asked to be the big spoon again

Körangi - Horangi prefers to be the big spoon but his arms get tired pretty fast. König don't really care about the position as long as they're close. They switch a lot of positions during the night

Pricegaz - Gaz is very enthusiasm about being little spoon. i can't blame him i'd kill for Price to spoon me

Ghostroach - Ghost is the big spoon here, and he tends to hold Roach very close, kinda like a teddy bear. Although if/when Ghost has nightmares Roach would turn around and hold him while being face-to-face

[octopiys]

I'm back with more incorrect CoD quotes

Roach: Ghost is playing hard to get.

Roach: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

-

Soap: Ghost! I thought you were dead!

Ghost: No, just in deep cover.

Soap: ...But it was an open casket.

Ghost: ....It was very deep.

-

Ghost: Price, what are you doing?

Price: Making chocolate pudding.

Ghost: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Price: Because I've lost control of my life.

Price: Here's your pudding, Soap.

Soap: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Price:

-

König: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?

Roach: Gaz, probably.

-

Laswell: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?

Price: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

-

Rodolfo: I just ended a five year relationship.

Gaz: Oh no, are you okay? I'm here to support you-

Rodolfo, glancing at Alejandro and Valeria: don't worry, it wasn't mine.

-

Soap: Why are you like this??

Ghost: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

-

Shadow: Do you have a self-care routine?

Graves: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Rodolfo: your Spanish sucks!

-

Nikolai: There. How do I look?

Price: Like a cheap French harlot.

Nikolai: French?!

-

Graves: *talking about Shepherd’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today!

Laswell, shocked: Did someone else die?

Laswell: Oh shit

Laswell: Price!

Price: stop pretending I'm dying!

[roachy-draws]

Hi, what about Roach watching a horror movie?

R: ...no

(I feel like he wouldn't like horror movies, not because they're scary, but because he already deals with enough traumatizing stuff in his job. he just wants to go home and relax, laugh, sleep, and just enjoy being a civilian yk?)

((But if someone asked him, he would watch a horror movie with them))

[hirik0]

Desiered by the Gods part 2

part 1

AlpahGodGhost/AlphaGodRoach/OmegaSoap | Oemgaverse

The King and the priest came in the early evening hours. Kates heart drops, Soap was to leave in a few hours. A dark aura of despair is colesing in on the house. Kate and Soap both knowing what is to come, both knowing Soaps faith is sealed. They sit in Kates office, waiting for Soap to be called. The tea long cold and forgotten.

"They could find a better candiate." Kate says, but she knows Shepard will take the first fit. Soap looks at her, shaking his head.

"I will do it." Kate breaths heavy, keeping the tear at bay. They only know each other for 12 years but Soap is like a son to her.

"You dont have to." Kate reminds him, Soap can get out by not being a citizen.

"Zakheav wants the land we live on for years, if this is a way to prevent it beasue he lost most of his army I gladly do it." Soap explains his reasoning, he thought about it a lot. That if he dont get home soon enough, that he will do it if he is proven worthy. Kate nods tears running down her face, she fells so proud of Soap, her heart hurting. Farah enters the room, her hands shaking, fear clouding her scent, with every Omega that is not aprroved the chance of Soap being called is getting greater.

"Its Soaps turn." Farahs voice is thin, her throat unwilling to let the words out. Soap gets up, hugging Kate before he takes Farahs hand going down to the Salon. The whole way down Farah is having Soaps hand in a death grip shes unwilling to let go.

"Its okey Farah." Soap tells her pulling his hand free leaving the other crying Omega behind. Soap never saw the King so close up. He cant but describe him as ugly, an ugly heart in an old mans body. He stepps in the circel and the priest are walking around him, looking at him murmering ancient words, judging him. The murmor stops and nothing is happening. Soap heart is racing the longer nothing happends the more the priests are getting uneasy, the King getting impatient.

"Why does it take so long?", Shepard demands to know, all the others had a instant result.

"It takes as long as it takes." The oldest looking woman Soap ever saw, says. It happends sudon, the candels in the pentagram hes standing in, are going out jsut to reapear in a ghostly purple. Soap heart drops, the fear and anticipation on what this mean heavy on his shoulder, ready to crush him.

"Intressting." the old woman says looking at Soap. The intressting leting chills running down Soaps back.

"What does this mean?" the King demands an explanation.

"He is worthy, but I dont thing you should use him." The old lady settels for.

"Why?" Soap asks to everyones suprise. The woman looks at him and Soap has the feeling he knows her from somewhere, he cant put is finger on it.

"The chance of the gods could get out of the agreement. So they have the Omega but dont do what they are asked for. This one should be a last resort" She explains and for a short moment Soap thinks shes looking like a woman around his age. What is with this woman? Something is not quite right with her. The King is deep in thought, hes wish to punish the Baroness is great, but to waste all this resurces for a way the gods can get out of their part of the deal?

"I understand, he will move in the palace for the time being." He cant give Laswell the chance to get the Omega out of the city. He also cant see why the war god would want this Omega. John MacTavish, was the furthest from an Omega anyone would want. Hes mouthing back at everyone, has no skill a Omega needs to raise children, was very muscular and he had this stupid hair cut. In short everything an Omega should not be, a last resort indeed. Soap steps out the circel, waiting if he is getting dismissed or not.

"Go pack." The King says with distain hating that this perticular Omega would move in his palace. Soap bows and leaves the room, a crying Farah rushing towards him, hugging him. Her scent a mix of worry, dread and relieve, he holds her hears her sniffel a bit. The tears shes crying one of relieve. They maybe wont lose Soap after all.

Live in the palace is boring, maybe its because he is more a prisinor then a guest here, his door guarded by Graves Shadows. He has the suspion that they have order to let Farah in and out his cell room when ever she pleases.

"They are bringing another Omega." Farah explain his only life line to the outsite world. Soap frowns at this it should be good news but he has the feelign its not.

"Who?" Farahs look turns angry.

"She just presented and had her first heat. Shes a child." Soap also turns angry, he would love to say they would not use a child but Shepard absolutly would.

"They cant give a child to a god." Soap shakes his head.

"I think a child is also a line the priest wont cross. " Farah agrees.

"What are Gaz and Alex up to?" Soap asks instead missing his friends so much it hurts. Farah stays silent, Gaz and Alex work on a plan to break Soap out. She cant tell him, Graves may allow her to viste Soap how she pleases, but he wont allow him to breaken out.

"They are being on a mission for Price." Its not a lie. Soap nods at this a bit relieved they may not be here when eh dies.

"What they are doing?" He asks for details needing to know how long they are gone.

"Looking into a dried up canal." Farah lies. They sit in silence enjoying each others present. Farah for the hunderst time look if there is a way in the room other the door, she would hate to attack Graves men and harm them. Despice Soap and Gaz not liking the knight, Farah works with him a lot, regarding things in the temples, getting special sacrefices, helping when angry supplicants are causing trouble, protection when someoen had to travel in to far away villages. An understanding and respect between eachother, Farah only has with Price.

"If one of us fails, they will also sacrefice the other right?", Soap asks and turns his head, then panic is filling Farah scent.

"Fuck" Farah curses, she was so ocupied with them saving Soap she forgot that she also promised, Laswell and Price to help to disruped the other part of Shepards plan. She never ever thought they would have to pull this off twice. Soap looks at her frowning, he for longer suspect that something is up, this reaction is clear proof.

"Farah, what are you doing?" Soap asks her uneasy, she looks at him with such a determination on her face.

"The right thing." Soap frowns at this. He hopes shes right.

Soap is pisst showing how angry he his in his scent. Next to him, the smallest littel girl he ever saw is crying her eyes out and asking for her mother. He may not be what this stupid kingdom deams a proper Omega, but sending this littel girl to her death? With Farah telling him its clear, she simply isnt even fully developed yet, not even hit puberty. This poor girl worst worry should by where her favourite doll is and if her friends will later play with her. There is no way any god would claim a litteral child. The King is walking in and Soap is letting his scent flare up. The priest that talked in a corner of hte room slowly aproachign him. He looks at Nikolai, one of the younger high priest, and a Soap knows the other Omega will also not let this happen to a child.

"Your majesty, we will not do the ritual on a child. This is our redline." Nikolai anounces, Shepard can force them to do a lot, but not this. Shepard looks at the girl, how old is she even? He hates that they have to use the last resort, but the war god will absolutly not take a child.

"MacTavish, looks like you are our lucky winner." Shepards voice is laced with ironie.

"Of course, your majesty."Not like Soap has any other choice. Nik looks at him, with a deep sadness. With that one of the priest is taking care of the girl ,while Nik leads Soap away to the room he will gets prepared in. He knows that Farah and her friends want to save Soap in some way, but its no longer possible.

"You have accepted your fate." Nik voices his observation.

"Cant hardly let a child do this." Soaps responds is simple and he get a smile from Nik. He found some mention of a purple flame, somebody destient to serve the gods one day, he has no idea how that is means, so some horrifying and intressting days are a head of them. He leads Soap in to a simple chamber.

"i guess you deserve to know what will happen." Nik says, sitting down on a table. Soap sits down on hte bed ready for what ever will happen next.

"You will have to eat all the foot you get, it will help with amplfying your scent, on the day of the ritual in a week because that is the time till youre ready. You will bath to become scentless and will drink a potion that will, trigger a heat. Whan your fully comsumed by the heat, we will lock you in the temple with enough lots of things you can build a nest out of. Then we can only wait if a god claims you in the night."

"A god? Even if I go in a specific temple?" Soap voice his confusion getting a nod from the older Omega.

"This god has the choice to claim you first if he wishes too, if he decliens you your well free to use by everyone." Soap nods, there are deffently gods he absolutly dont want to touch him, he rather dies and fails.

Gaz and Alex are sneacking around the temples trying to find the building Soap is in. They had no luck so far, the moment Soap is in the temple they cant save him anymore.

"Argh", Gaz, complains when Alex is steppign on his foot.

"Sorry." Alex wispers they are presset against a wall to better hide in the shadows. Tonight they are checking out the temple of the war god.

"You think Farah has luck to night to get information from Nik?" Gaz ask lokking at the other Beta.

"I dont think so, he knows she wants to save Soap." Alex answers before they are rushing into the next Shadow.

"You think it will give a revolts when the ritual fails?" Alex shares what hes thinking a lot about.

"If the littel girl would be used yes, but Soap is an outsider many wont care. Not to forget most worry about the next meal and if their love ones are save." Kyle had to think about Alex's question for a while. They hide behind some boxes, watching as crates are carried into the temple. Gaz heart drops this means Soaps last days are near. Alex has a grimm look on his face, like coming to the same conclusion. They just watch, as crates are brought in and out of the temple.

"We check out the inside?", Gaz asks but Alex is shaking his head.

"No, we should report to Kate or Price." With that they arefully sneak away.

What Farah was in the palace is now Nik. His only life conection to the world outsite this room. They give him food three tiems a day, lots of fruits he never had seen before or will ever again. Not something you find at home, these are fruites that grow in the warmth of the south. This time Nik is only caring a gobblet. Today is his last day and hes odly at peace with it. HE takes teh goblet and smelly the coulorless liquid. It smells herby his looks at it with suspicion. Before he takes a test sip and he regrets it instandly. They gave him so many sweet thinkg to eat and drink, that the potion tastes absolutly disgusting. It so bitter he wants to spite it out in fear it poison. HE looks offend at Nik that he gives him something so digusting, so vile. Nik smiles apolegetic at him.

"Not your taste?", Nik trys to crack a joke, getting an angry look from Soap. Every sip is worse the the one before and Soap chosses to do big gulps. The faster everything is down the better. He gives the gobblet pack and he has the feeling he has dirt in his mouth. He looks disgrunteld at Nik.

"Soap." Nik says sounding very serious. He looks at the older man to signal hes listening.

"Your dead will not be in vain, if you get us goodly suport or not." Nik tells him and Soap thinks about it, slowly noding when he thinks he got what Nik is meaning. Then Nik, gets en envelope out and Soap would reconice Laswells handwritting everywere. Opening the letter and gets a bit teary over it. Laswell telling him how proud she is of him, that she will make sure his body goes home to his parents, that his friends love him so much and that he is inspiering them. Tears are running down has face and Nik is frowning at this.

"Am I not allowed to cry?" Soap asks him unsure.

"I cant smell it, I see you crying but there is no sadness in your scent." Nik explains Soap focus on smelling the air. They both look at the goblet, this mistery poison is worrysome. Nik brings him to a room where he can bath. Stripping the last remains of his natrual scent off his body. He sits in the tube, finisching the second round of potion, not being able to taste anymore either. This makes him uneasy, sure its now easier to drink, but his senses are rubbed from him one after the other. Enjoying the warm water trying to not think about it to much. Then his mating glants start to get itchy, he carefully touchs them and they fell swollen. When he drys them of the fine fabric feels scratchy. He is nervous, some Priest walk in an to his dismay Farah is not under them, oiling his body and hair, his hisses in pain when they touch his glants, It only gets worse from here.

When he gets dressed the fabric, that he knows is suposed to feel smooth and luxurius, but feels like the worst rocky beach you can imagin. His glants are hurting and they want him to drink another goblet, he fears what happened with the next one. The urge him to drink so he does and its like his brain is standing still, thoughts not coming to him anymore. He's scared for the first time since the whole preparation started. The put the jewellery on him and allow him a look in the mirror. He's wearing gold jewellery with rubies and a stone he has no idea what they are called. He sits in a room for he dont know how long, he's not feeling like he is part of reality anymore. The door opens and a entourage of priest are entering the room. They give him another goblet, he notices the liquid is not clear, its pitch black. All instincts in his brain tell him to get away from this, it's dangerous. Two people pin on the chair while a third forces the liquid in his mouth. Its like his brain stop working, no thought, no new information reaching it, no feelings.

They lead Soap in the temple, place him on the pillows and blanket he's to build a nest out of.

"Oh great master of War, bringer of death an destruction hear our pleading. The war is long and gruesome on us. We offer you this Omega as a worthy mate and ask you to help us win, to crush our enemy's, so we can sing hymns of victory to you." The high priest is ending the ritual. They retreat one last job to be finish for the King.

Soap feels how his body is heating up, his glants a angry and swollen so bad. Red and about to burst. They explode and a sweet smell is filling the room, so disgustingly sweet, so obviously unnatural. Soap gets up from pillow mountain, no nesting instinct to be activated. He whines distressed the fabric hurts so bad against his skin, that he's now hot makes his skin even more uncomfortable, makes the texture of the fabric worse. He only wishes it is not getting worse.

[robiinurheart33]

Soap being jealous of roach? (TW for slight panic attack(?), intrusive thoughts and gore) - angst no comfort

Everyone knows how hard soap feels. He loves with his whole being; he loves with shoulder pats, confident and casual small talk, tiny gestures that mean the world to the people around him.

What everyone probably does not know is that soap feels hard for every single emotion. Anger is simple enough to see: steadfast disobedience at clear orders, growling at choices he doesn’t agree with, bubbling up in his throat to explode sometimes in the form of a punch.

Empathy is one of the things soap chooses to push down at times - it’s hard to do what he does if he thinks about the people involved too hard. Every opportunity he allows himself to connect emotionally with the people around him; he does.

Jealousy however; isn’t a foreign emotion to him. Contrary to what people may see on surface level, soap is not positive. He can laugh and smile, but he can just as easily shout and sneer. Soap isn’t proud of this, and he despises feeling this way almost every single day. There is a reason he’s so friendly all the time - the constant and very real fear of being replaced. He has to leave his mark, he has to be remembered. When he dies, what will he show for it? Will people remember him? Will people miss him? Will people even care?

So when this…roach shows up, how exactly is he supposed to react? He tries really hard; he really really does, but he knows it’s all futile in the end. Soap can handle him having inside jokes with Price and Gaz, Price looking at him exactly like how he sees all of 141, with pride and a trusting gaze. Soap quietly seethes. Gaz has inside jokes with roach, clapping him on the back and giving him a noogie, like roach is his little brother. Soap bites the inside of his cheek and it explodes with a stinging metal taste. But he cannot help the sickening jealousy that finally bursts in his head when he sees the soft crinkle of ghost’s eye when roach smiles at him.

What a fuckin’ cockroach.

He blinks, looking away quickly to take a sip of his beer, the lights in the bar suddenly too bright, the non-stop chattering suddenly too loud; and everything is crashing down at once. Everything is wrong. This is just wrong. He pushes it down though, smiles just the right way, laughs just in the right pitch. He couldn’t resist resting an elbow on ghost’s shoulder though, placing it there like a signal. See? He allows me to do this. Only me. I’m closer to him than you are.

Only when ghost finishes his bourbon, he picks up roach’s drink and takes a sip. Soap’s eyes widen slightly, only conveying a tiny ass fraction of the pure surprise that explodes in his body, locking him rigid. He glances between Price and Gaz, acting as if this is completely normal. Even when Ghost gives off an approving hum, placing down the glass with a small thunk, the sound echoing through soap’s mind. Even when roach acts like that was nothing. Even when they don’t notice soap hasn’t contributed in the conversation as much as he usually does. Even when- even when- even-

Soap takes the biggest gulp of air he can take discreetly, blowing it out into his cup as he takes another fuckin sip. Just like Ghost did with Roach’s glass.

He stands up, not patting Ghost’s shoulder as he tells them he needs to take a piss. He doesn’t look at any of them. He physically can’t. Every time he blinks he sees himself punching roach in the face, ripping the mask off and stuffing it down his throat. He sees himself breaking a beer bottle in half, slicing his neck cleanly and watching the blood steadily pour out. He sees himself sobbing at the table, begging to know that he isn’t a replacement to roach. He sees himself banging his head against the table until his brain matter slides off and falls onto the ground. He-

Soap dunks his head under the tap, taking in heaps of air until he’s borderline hyperventilating, trying to not get lost in his own head. He knows it isn’t roach’s fault. He’s been great company he’s the fucking worst and everything he’s feeling is the culmination of his own insecurity. But fuck, if that doesn’t just piss him off even more. Knowing there isn’t an actual reason to hate roach. He groans, slamming the edge of his palm to his forehead repeatedly to try and clear his brain.

Soap wants to rip this ugly feeling out of his chest, he wants to be normal. He needs to be normal. Soap wants to grab the black tar that gathers in his throat and chest, cleanse himself of everything. Soap wants to rip his hair out. Soap wants to know that he is safe. Soap wants to scratch his skin raw. Soap wants to bleed until he cannot feel anymore. Soap wants-

Soap looks up from the sink as the bathroom door opens. Speak of the god damned devil. Roach and Soap make eye contact with each other, an awkward silence filling the air for a few seconds before

Hey.

“Hey man.”

Roach shuffles a bit awkwardly to the sink, filling the silence with the sound of running water as soap dries his face. Just as he was about to turn and walk out the door, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Soap’s tense muscles somehow locked even more as he turned towards roach, hoping his facial expression wasn’t saying I hope you die in a ditch somewhere.

Sorry if tonight was awkward. I know how disorienting it can be to meet new people out of the blue. Especially since I used to be part of 141 and stuff… Roach’s hands falter and he wrings his hands nervously, as if not knowing what to say. Soap just stares at him. And…you seem like a really nice person. I would wanna get to know you better, if that’s okay with you? Roach looks at him with hesitation and Soap does. Not. Move. He probably took a lot longer than usual to reply, to even move or change his facial expression, but once his mind truly absorbs the words,

“Of course. Any friend of 141 is a friend of mine.” Soap automatically pats roach on the back and gives him an all teeth smile. Crinkles at the eyes. Warm look. Roach relaxes instantly, clapping him on the bicep.

Idiot. It’s probably a good thing no one else really knows how he feels.

[featheredartist]

general shepherd: there's something between the two of you that... you may not... realize?

roach: what does any of that even mean??

ghost: hes asking if we're gays.

[exhausted--soup]

Hear me out here, Ghost originally being scared and overly cautious around Price, because even though everyone else seemed to see Price as something akin to a father figure, Ghost never got to know what a true father figure was like.

When he met General Shepherd, he had also been cautious, but for a different reason. Shepherd had reminded Ghost of his father so much it was uncanny. In the way that shepherd held himself, the way he spoke down to Ghost, everything. It was sort of a blessing and a curse to have someone so similar to his dad once again controlling his every move. On one side, it felt like home, like his family. On the other side, it felt like home.

In the end, Shepherds betrayal wasn't all that surprising for Ghost. Sure, he was angry and hurt, but he also couldn't say that he was surprised with it either. That didn't do anything to help how Ghost felt when he woke up in the medical unit days later. The first thing he'd felt when he woke up had been confusion, closely followed by crippling amounts of guilt. Guilt because he had seen Roach as a younger sibling of sorts, and he was supposed to protect Roach, to keep him alive and yet Ghost had failed at that. That guilt had never truly gone away, just existing in the back of his mind.

He had always kept one of Roach's dog tags in his uniform jacket to serve as a constant reminder to do better. When it finally came to Soap's death, it took a while for Ghost to be okay. He had taken both of Soap's - Johnny's - dog tags. He kept one on his chain with his own tags, and he had the other made into a ring with Johnny's name and soldier ID number engraved into it. That was one of the two rings he had to remind himself of soap. He kept the ring made from Soap's tag on his ring finger, and it led to a lot of new recruits asking if he was married. Ghost never really denied it, he just dodged the question instead.

The other ring had been the ring that he had gotten made for Johnny for Christmas one year. The ring had been made from the knife that Soap had used to stay alive in Las Almas, after Ghost had managed to steal it. He kept that ring on the chain with the two dog tags around his neck, another constant reminder of Johnny.

Another thing that Ghost had to remind himself of Soap was Soaps cologne and aftershaves, along with some of the jackets large enough to somewhat fit him. He occasionally would spray Soaps jackets with the aftershave to smell like Soap, and when he would inevitably run out, he would always buy more because sometimes he just needed the comfort - the smell of Johnny.