#soap ;

[gothghostiie]

telling john price jokingly his house is haunted because you hear steps when no one's there and he's just like. yea. I know.

[gazsluckyhat]

Ghost coded

so my husband sometimes talks in his sleep and if I'm lucky, I can catch him at the very edge of awareness and slip in some ideas or tell him to do something in his dream. Last night he was on some mission where he had to infiltrate a base (from what I could tell at least. A lot of it was gibberish) but the people were skunks? So I'm like don't forget to stealth! And he goes "Ope! SKUNK MODE" and apparently that was him putting on a skunk disguise and I just have to congratulate his subconscious for being funny as fuck

[xombite]

sorry I’m like dead here but it’s fine

[goshyesvintageads]

Armour-Dial Inc, 1968

[machveil]

ruh roh Scoobs, I think I need to sit down

Ghoap doodles!

Edit: THANK YOU FOR 300+ FOLLOWERS!<3

(I AM JUST REALIZED IT LOOKS LIKE SOAPS HOLDING A TAMPON. LMAO ITS WAS A STICK OF DYNAMITE NOW IT LOOKS LIKE A TAMPON BAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Top right is from this image I saw:

Soap canonically wears overalls. It’s fitting ngl and silly.

[machveil]

thinking about the time I was drinking water so loudly that my dad looked at my mom and genuinely asked if the laundry machine was going and how TF141 coded that was in hindsight

Soap: [casually chugging water]

Ghost, unaware of Soap: [looks at Price] “Washer goin’?”

Price and Gaz: “You’re joking—”

[queenhunter102]

Chapter 2 ~ MedBay

HI! So in this Chapter I use John and Captian interchangeably, just know they are the SAME person, Captian=John Price (Just so you know)

As John dragged you up the hall, growling at each other, the hall practically vibrated. Kicking the door open, he brought you inside. "Doc, I Brought you something," John said as he dragged you, kicking into the room, bringing you to a bed and throwing you up onto the bed. When you were finally free from the bruising grip on your arms, you swung your hand out at John, snarling at him, "Back off!" Baring your teeth at him, John only followed in kind. Snarling and growling, teeth bore, a man slid in between you and John, his arms spread wide. "John, listen back up, give them some space," he said, gently guiding John backwards. Your top lip twitched as John backed up, your eyes narrowing following every movement he made as he found a seat away from you and the man you presumed was 'Doc' made his way to his desk, gathering a few wipes and plasters before sitting down onto his rolling stool, pushing over to you.

The man sighed as he settled the plasters and wipes beside you. "I'm Doc, the base's doctor," he said, tilting his head as he peered at you. You flicked your eyes up and down, sizing him almost, trying to analyse him, find that threat that was so ingrained into your head. Doc then tried again as he settled a little further onto his stool. "Can you tell me where you are from?" he asked. John growled, barking, "ANSWER HIM OMEGA!" You snarled at John, pulling further up the bed away from him. Doc was quick to get in between John and you, his hands up, "I'm going to need you to back off captain", John stalked closer, getting in Doc's face. "Why! they don't need it," he snapped back, his eyes finding yours, his teeth bared as a threat or a warning you weren't sure. Doc gently guided John to the other side of the room, putting him into a chair and crouching in front of the man. A few words were exchanged that much you knew from the low voices, and whatever was said annoyed the Captian, but he kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. Doc pulled up from the chair, smiling a little, and returned to you. "Now, who are you?" he asked, settling back into his stool; he tilted his head as he waited for a response. "I'm the new transfer," you say, lowering your voice. Your eyes flick to John in the chair, then back to Doc. Doc followed your eyes before getting up and pulling a curtain around the both of you. "A little better?" Doc asked before pointing at a few scraps and bruises. "Is it alright if I can check those out?" he asked again, taking his seat. You looked down to your arms and legs, seeing where the aggressive alpha had cut through your uniform. You found purchase on your skin. Nothing too bad, you had figured. You looked back to Doc, only giving him a nod. Doc nods as he picks up a wipe and slowly wipes at your arm, gently wiping away the blood; he huffs as he pokes a little at the scratch. "I assume I will be seeing whoever did this?" he asks, his hands moving quickly. Put a bandage on, and you shrug your shoulder; Doc only smiles, rolling his eyes. "You'll do fine you know", he says. You look up at him, your brows furrowed. "If what the rumours are saying is true, then you'll make a fine addition to the base," he says. As he moves onto another scrap, you shrug your shoulder again, your eyes lifting to look around the small space. Your eyes land on the back wall, and SB symptoms are clearly displayed. 'It must not be a high priority,' you figure, your eyes glancing back down to your patch. Eventually, Doc was done scooping up the used wipes and packaging from the bandages and dumping them into the correct bins. He looked back at you. "Since you're here, Can I ask a few questions about your Pheremoan controls?" he asked, pausing to remove his gloves. You nodded, watching as he left a little crack open in the curtain where you could see a shadow standing next to Doc. You could only assume it was the Captian who was speaking to Doc. You watched as Doc kept looking over his shoulder, his voice low as he spoke. Doc returned with a clipboard and a pen, sitting before you. He looked at you expectantly. He made clicking sounds as he looked through the papers. "Sorry, we don't get many Omegas on base, so I'm a little out of it," he says, giving you an apologetic smile as he puts the clipboard down. "It's asking me to check the area where your Pheremoan control is," he says; you offer him your arm, having already pulled up your sleeve in preparation for this; he slowly pokes and prods at the patch, running his fingers over the burned scared edges "I know it's been a while since I've seen a patch, but I don't think they do this to skin," he says, his eyes flashing with concern "It's experimental, they're trying out a new length of time," you say, for some reason feeling guilty for making Doc worry. Doc nods his head. "So new chemicals", he says, "Honestly, I don't enjoy the fact that they use Omega's as lab rats", he says, as he clicks his pen and begins to check mark a few pages and writes here and there,

"Any unusual swelling?" "No" The pen scratches the page. "Redness?" "No" Another scratch. "Dizzyness?" "No" Another scratch. You listen to each line or letter drawn on the pages, slowly pulling you into a weird, soothing trance as you go. You snap out of it when Doc knocks his fingers on his clipboard. "Are you okay?" he asks. You smile and nod, not wanting him to worry about you. Doc's eyes return to the page, flicking over to the next few pages. "Make and model?" he asks. You pause to think about the make and model of your patch. "…Avey's Passion…" you say eventually. Then your brain goes blank trying to think of the model. It was AO or something. You squint as you think. "AO 2978356," you say as it finally returns to you. Doc nods his head as he takes note. "Isn't Avey's passion not experimental?" The pair of you jump when the Captian's voice rings out, causing you to push as far as you can from the sudden intrusion to the very back of the bed, your head snapping to the man; Doc was quick to stand growling at the Captian "John how many times do I have to tell not to do that" he says teeth bared, Captian or as Doc called him 'John' waved him off "Not my fault you didn't hear me" he says, pointing to Doc "Now answer ma question" he says. Doc only huffs as he settles himself back into his chair, fixing his white coat and running a hand over his overgrown buzz cut. "Yes, Avey's Passion is experimental for Alpha's not Omega's; they've been around for decades. You should know this," he says as he shifts his shoulders, returning to writing on the clipboard. John nods his head, his eyes flicking to you. Doc taps his pen off the clipboard, drawing your and John's attention. "When was it issued?" he asks. "An exact date? Or just general?" you ask, blinking at Doc. 'I can't remember the exact date; it would be on my calendar.' Doc clicks his tongue as he looks back down at the clipboard. "An exact date would be preferable," he says. You freeze as you pat your legs, feeling for your coms pad. Doc looks up at you, watching you pat at your pockets. "A general idea will do", he says, as you open your mouth to say something before closing it "a little over two years ago", you say, your hand finding the raised bumps that connected your patch to your skin. Doc notes it down. "Do you have a general idea what month?" he asks. You purse your lips, the fans in your head slowly swirling to life. "I think sometime mid-March, if not early April," you say, nails lightly scratching over the patch's edges. Doc notes that down and looks up at you, smiling.

"I'll request your medical files," Doc says as he stands, his eyes glued to the paperwork. Then he walks away, leaving you and the Captian alone… The Captian clears his throat. "I'm John," he says. You glance over to him, looking at his bucket hat and beard, wondering if that is up to code. You nod your head, acknowledging that you have heard him. John crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall like he's done it a thousand times.

Doc returns with a piece of white paper and hands it to John. John barely even looks at it, so he stuffs it into his top pocket. "Already getting sick notes from the Doc, you're going to be worse than Soap," he mutters as he pushes off the wall, clapping Doc's shoulder. "Come on, then, little Omega. I have a few questions for you," he says as he pushes the curtain further open. You didn't move, keeping yourself perfectly planted on the cot bed, not knowing or trusting this Alpha. John makes it to the door before noticing you aren't behind him. He turns his head and nods towards the door. "Trust me, little Omgea, you don't want to stick around here," he says, pushing the door open and waiting for you. When you don't move to follow, you watch him swallow his growl before stalking back to the bed.

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Kissess. Part 1 / Part 3

[markus-xx]

Doodle of that one soapghost trend on twt

[middle-o-nowhere]

💕

Necromancer x Healer AU

[gothghostiie]

Hahahaha guess who is now physically ill from stress 😭😭😭😭

If u have the time I would very much appreciate some fluff of poly!141 taking care of their partner who has a stress flu 🥺🥺

aw, make sure to pls pls pls take care of yourself, I hope you'll feel better soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻

cw: poly!141, gn!reader

Price immediately notices when you're sick. turns into a total dad, gruffly muttering something about rest and you being crazy for getting up. you don't even get to be in your own bed, you're carried into the big bed in price's quarters that you guys all occasionally share; even with it's size it's a tight fit (soap says its just right). he gently scolds you as he tucks you in, feeling your temperature as he tells you that he told you this would happen, he told you to take it easy! always listen to your captain bird, he knows best.

Gaz is the one to pop in, looking for you because you didnt come and say good morning to him, as you always do, and he's something between 'are you mad at me?? what did i do??' and 'how DARE you not come and give me my good morning kiss wtf', but both is quickly forgotten when he sees you snuggled up in the fluffy blankets with a runny nose, as much as price turns dad he turns into a mum. sitting down at the edge of your bed, pushing hair out of your face and giving you pity. "my poor, sweet baby.. made yourself sick, didn't you?" he coos, shaking his head - then glaring at soap when he barges in.

soap makes his presence known loudly, getting cussed out by John, glared at by Kyle, but he doesn't really care. he's complaining about nobody being in the mess hall, not even ghost, he doesn't realise until after he's thrown himself on the bed next to you, taking a first good look at you. he furrows his brows before frowning and pulling you in close, very upset that one of hid favourite people is sick, from stress no less. he grumbles, muttering something about some strange tricks his Ma used to use when he or his siblings were sick.

thank fuck you don't have to try any of them, because while he babbles on the door opens once again to reveal ghost's frame, pulling the black medical mask down as he steps in, raising an eyebrow at everyone around you. "they're not on their fucking deathbed. calm down." he mutters, making his way to you with a small bag from the pharmacy closeby, putting the meds he knows you'll probably need (along with a little treat) on the bedside table before turning to you. "I'll go make you a cup of tea and some soup, alright lovie?" even if he doesn't wanna show it, he wants to dote on you just as much as the others do.

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@maplewhisk

[baklavasudarajako]

Hey guys, a quick question.

I'm looking for online work in the illustration feeld.

I'm a pretty experienced illustrator with a decent portfolio.

If anyone knows someone lookong for illustrators or is interested in highering please DM me.

Thank you so much in advance!!!💕💕🩷🩷💕💕🩷💕💕🩷

Here are some exaples of my work (you can find more on my acc :3)

[stumisstability]

Ghost: fuck you, Gaz!

Gaz: fuck you, Simon!

Ghost: go fuck yourself!

Gaz: go fuck a pig!

Ghost: go fuck a toaster and turn it on!

Gaz: go fuck the hole you punched into the wall!

Price and Soap watching, who have no clue what started any of this:

Ghost: GO FUCK A BLOODY WHALE!

Gaz: I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU LIKE THAT SIMON!

[middle-o-nowhere]

I too, doodle COD on my chem homework lol

A complication of all the shitty dad jokes between Ghost and Soap in my notebooks

(plus an extra Jim ASMR reference)

[aloehandsanitizer]

l’oréal kids shampoo pngs

[miamaimania]

Encased in resin, 840 bars of soap stand frozen in time 🧖‍♀️꩜