#soap did love him

[silli---lilli]

Ghost: I need you to blah blah blah blah Soap: *staring longingly* Ghost: Are you listening to me?

Soap: Simon, I don't feel seen by you. Ghost: *staring into space with a bottle in his hand* Soap: Are you listening to me?

Ghost: I love you. We should leave together. Soap: *Eyes at the sky, unseeing* Ghost: Please, Johnny. Ghost: I'm ready now. Ghost: Are you listening to me?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

three people who were going to three different concerts run into each others in an alley

[bloomyblemy]

Ok what if…

what if the demons thought that lbh’s a husband snatcher?

listen ok so I’m pretty sure the demons know that LBH’s keeping a dead body in his room BUT they also know that the war god is fighting for said body right?

now I find it funny if they think that LBH just took LQG’s dead husband and the war god is trying to get him back.

there are opposing sides to this one on LQG’s (‘he literally stole the dead body of his husband!) vs LBH’s (‘ maybe THE WAR GOD killed his husband how could you know?!’)

[s0fter-sin]

ghost fucking soap so hard and so good he passes out but he utterly panics about it

he thinks he must’ve ignored soap asking to stop; was it pain that made him pass out? how bad could it have been to make him pass out when he’s been shot and kept going? should he bring him to medical? he’ll never touch him again, he’ll never so much as look at him again; he’ll ask for a transfer- fuck that, a dishonourable discharge. there’s no coming back from this

he spirals, guilt chasing hatred chasing despair chasing fear, until soap finally wakes back up

soap's still floating, loose-limbed and buzzing; fucked so thoroughly out of his head that it takes him a while to notice ghost isn't in bed with him anymore. he frowns, lifting a heavy head off the pillow and freezes. ghost's on the other side of the room, curled up tight in the corner as far away from soap as he could get without leaving him alone

(he would've left, would've made sure soap never had to see his face again and be reminded of what he did to him, of the monster he’d let into his bed- but he couldn't just leave him unconscious; what if he didn't wake up, he had to make sure he was safe first even if he'll rightfully hate him forever when he does wake up)

soap's voice when he calls out to him makes him flinch, his head burying deeper in his knees. cold worry chases the bliss from his blood and soap pushes himself up but his shaking arms can't hold his weight

the sound of him collapsing back onto the bed makes ghost rear up, his panic growing and soap's heart breaks at his red rimmed eyes

it takes a long time for soap to coax him back to the bed, countless loops of, "sweetheart, please, come here, what happened? it's okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

(and how ghost’s self-hatred grows hearing soap comforting him; hearing the concern and love in his voice when he doesn’t deserve a drop of it)

it takes even longer for ghost to believe soap when he says that he passed out because he felt so good; that he never asked ghost to stop, never wanted him to stop. that he trusts him more than anything and knows he'd rather die than ever hurt him, especially like that

“you’re not a monster, love,” he promises, soft with conviction and it’s as much a surrender as a relief when he collapses into his lap and lets him hold him close

ghost believes johnny but he still can't bring himself to be intimate with him for a while; that fear still haunting him, but soap doesn't hold it against him, doesn't complain about ghost's perceived "step back" in their relationship

hell, ghost seems to hate it more than he does; he misses being with soap, misses the connection, the closeness they shared, the safety and quiet he found in his embrace, but he's always trusted soap more than he trusts himself

soap doesn't let him be consumed by his fear or worse, sabotage them and turn it into a punishment; doesn't let him even get through the suggestion of switching because he knows how much he hates it and he won’t let him twist something as good and pure as their physical love into something self-harming

instead, he brings them back to the basics, working through the steps to get ghost comfortable with intimacy again, to get him to trust himself again; spends happy months just grinding and exchanging handjobs like when their relationship first started

and it's a happy day for them both when soap finally falls apart on his cock once again, anxiety the farthest thing from ghost's mind when his arms are wrapped so tightly around him, kissing a smile against his lips

[laswells-ashtray]

Everyone's favourite things about Gaz:

Soap: The way Gaz scrunches his nose, it's adorable. Despite how much Gaz denies it, it's adorable. Whenever he sketches Gaz, it's usually Gaz with his nose scrunched.

Price: How quickly Gaz can adapt to any situation and do so without complaint. It's an admirable quality in general but being able to switch suddenly without even a mutter under his breath is impressive, something a lot of other soldiers couldn't do.

Ghost: How much he cares about the rest of the team, Gaz cares about them all and it's undeniable. Simon found himself so used to working alone that he had to adapt to working in a team and thinking twice about what happened to them. The day Garrick met him, he knew he'd have his 6.

Laswell: Of all things it's Gaz's sense of humour that she loves. He knows just how far to push a joke before it gets disrespectful and he's never once crossed the line, nor will he ever let anyone else do the same.

Nikolai: The fact that he never held a grudge about getting unintentionally dropped out of a heli. For that reason, Gaz is his favourite of the boys.

Alex: His accent. The first time he met Gaz, it was the first thing that hit him. The prettiest man he's ever seen and his voice is angelic. Don't talk to him if Gaz is within hearing distance and talking because he'll listen but not to you.

Farah: His resilience, one second she hears that he's getting dropped out of a heli and the next moment he's beside her still fighting without complaint. It's respectable.

[shadow-0-8]

I’ve been gone for so long 😭😭😭 sorry about that, I’ve just been going through some feelings, and really busy. I haven’t had any tumblr worthy thoughts, so I made my last brain cells create this horrendous list of head canons soooo enjoy!

😛

•Hesh is top tier funcle material

•Whenever Ghost gets mad at Soap he starts talking in a horrible Scottish accent

•Graves failed kindergarten twice

•Ghost randomly laughs at jokes he told himself in his head

•Laswell used to have the longest hair as a kid

•Hesh is a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan

•Elias definitely had a recliner that he would just sit and drink beer in and watch football, and it had his butt imprint in it

•Graves throws out his back on every mission

•Keegan has the most horrendous, god awful, bacne.

•Hesh wakes up early before missions to do his makeu- AHEM face paint.

[femalefemur]

hi yeah so what the fuck

[ratatatastic]

falling on a goalie and not immediately getting up??? preposterous thats in violation of the love goalie act of '49. GUARDS. GET HIM.

as always, life imitates art and its beautiful

forsy blocking leon from helping davo as matthew puts davo in a headlock its very super villain has the love of you life in their hands and is taunting you with harming them and when you go to rescue them their goon stops you so youre forced to watch them suffer or something or other

also the ref tapping matthew hard to get his attention as he froths from the mouth and motioning roughing so intensely that matthew flinches away because he thinks hes about to get backhanded and going NO! YOU DROP CONNOR RIGHT NOW OR YOURE GETTING BOOKED FOR ROUGHING

that is a princess YOU TREAT HIM NICE STRIPES YOU HEAR ME

the ref scolding matthew so hard wow now he has 2 disappointed fathers

also benny trying to slash an oiler (persumably 18) on a driveby but the refs immediately catch it and stop it lmaoooo

please remember it was 18 who fell on bobby and not 97 and yet matthew grapples davo first the second he enters the scrum

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 1 | 6.8.24

[gaybirdnerd]

How their first kiss went:

Ghost took Soap aside one day, after a successful mission that was super close to being fucked because some dickwad wanted more money for information on the taskforce.

They're at a bar, listening to the radio station the bar just happened to have on at the time, something soft and slow, they're laughing and drinking with Price, Gaz, Laswell, and Ale and Rudy who are visiting.

It's been about a year since the shitfest that was Las Almas and they've only gotten closer with the two leaders of the Vaqueros.

Something extra soft comes on the radio, everyone pleasantly buzzed (Ghost, Soap, Ale, Laswell) or pissed beyond compare to have some fun after their most recent span of shitfest missions (Price, Gaz, Rudy) and Ale goes to keep Rudy from causing havoc while Laswell gets Price and Gaz into a simultaneous game and discussion, leaving Ghost and Soap alone, nursing their drinks and laughing over their dumb ass family.

Ghost hasn't felt this good in SO LONG and he's not even actually drunk, just one bourbon down and nursing a second, wishing he had the guts to shed his "DANGER DANGER STAY AWAY" persona for more than a few seconds, more than a few laughs hidden behind a hand, a few puns muttered in the silent comms system to keep his new teammate friend family member focused on not dying, shed it for something softer and more outgoing and WILLING to be soft and stupid and drunk with his PEOPLE.

Soap is standing by him, wishing none of this and basking in the warmth that Ghost seems to emanate even with his coldest stare focused on someone never him, he's so soft with Soap and his voice challenging whoever may be stupid enough to TOUCH or HURT, to do so and see what the consequences will be.

But Soap does wish.

He wishes he could touch, wishes he could bring Ghost into the laughter without the hand in front of his face by just being trustworthy enough for him, Soap wishes he could brush his fingers against the lips resting on the glass in Ghost's hand, ready for another sip of the alcohol and unwilling to yet just in case it's a bad time and someone does something so stupid he might just snort it out of his nose. You have to be prepared to do that at least once in this group.

Soap wishes he could show Simon what it's like to feel gentleness after so much harshness within their lives and within their almost deaths and within the hell that is their world and what they've seen and experienced, not just as soldiers, but as THEM.

God, Soap wishes he could feel that gentleness from Ghost, given to him like a gift and reciprocated and bounced back and forth in an almost dance.

Ghost catches him staring. He stares back, trying to figure out where Soap is going to go with his brilliant mind and what he just might say when it comes to it.

He decides to take the first step despite the fear in his belly, twisting a sharp unpleasant hot poker of anxiety deep and BURNING.

But he doesn't show it. Ghost grabs Soap's arm, and asks him if he wants to get a breath of fresh air and a cigarette with him. Soap agrees with a smile that promises nothing but the best and the worst and eyes that seem to ask Simon for the stars if he so wishes to get them.

They go outside, laughing behind a hand and up to the sky, breathless as they exit because Gaz and Rudy did something stupid and funny and oh so them.

They get outside and they're stunned by the coolness of the night after the warmth of the bar and their family and each other, huddling for a second as Ghost takes out two cigarettes and lights them. They're close enough to share alcohol-filled breath and laughter and newly made inside jokes all with a look and smoke curling out of their upturned lips.

Ghost starts the conversation, talking about how everything went down in the last few days and asking if Johnny is ok, asking if he's still sore from falling down that one incline and "That was a risky maneuver Seargent" but smiling with his Glasgow scars on display and obviously having a crack at Soap's own misfortune of the past week or so after a few clumsy mishaps due to not being able to see a tree root or two. They both know he's fine and this is about the 5th time Ghost is checking up on him.

Soap indulges him. Rehashing their previous conversations about the same thing, giving his excuses, and even gently prodding at a particularly dark bruise he knows Ghost sports on his ribs from being thrown into a wall by a man who came out of nowhere around a corner and body slammed him.

They drift into silence as their cigarettes get closer to being done, sharing silence and still close enough to share breath, leaning on one another to ensure they're there and alive and breathing and ok.

It's soft and Simon looks up at the moon, gathering his strength to say something he's been chewing on for approximately 3 weeks after a particular revelation on behalf of Gaz pointing out that it's "really not platonic to stare at your friend's throat like that when they're laughing" because Soap laughs with his whole body, eyes closed because he's smiling so hard and head thrown back to let more noise escape his throat and more laughter to give volume to.

It's not normal to want to kiss the entire expanse of that throat, to swallow the laughter and the giggles and watch as his eyes narrow with the grin on his face from 2 inches away, kissing the dimples that Ghost KNOWS show up when Soap so much as smirks.

He says something. He tells Johnny that it doesn't mean anything if he doesn't want it to but he'd like it to mean something. He tells Johnny that he wants to hang the stars for him because that's how he looks at him, he wants to deserve the look and if giving the universe to Johnny on a necklace made of the Milkyway is the way to do it then by gods he will find a way.

Johnny looks at him in amazement, his cigarette hanging in limp fingers as he watches Ghost not fidget, he's too controlled for that but maybe shuffle in place and flick the ash off his own cigarette as he explains and then waits patiently but scared he's so scared for this to ruin something please don't let it ruin it nervous.

And Johnny speaks.

He grabs Ghost's unoccupied hand as he snubs his own cigarette with his boot and brings his eyes to him with his other hand on his cheek, and speaks the words Ghost wanted to hear but dreaded knowing.

He looks at Ghost like he hung the stars because he might as well have. Ghost makes Soap feel human and oh so vulnerable but he also feels such strength when he's near and backed by HIS Ghost. He doesn't want Simon to get him the universe on a necklace, just his happiness would bring peace to Soap's soul in every way. Being able to see Simon and not just Ghost is a gift and a blessing all wrapped in one big package that he just wants to give the best to at all times.

He struggles with words at the best of times, but this time, Ghost waxes poetic right back at Soap as they get closer to each other. Bodies pressed so tightly they might as well be one in the eyes of the universe, foreheads together and second cigarette snubbed under another quick boot.

He's got one hand on Johnny's waist and his other occupied by the hand-holding they've had going on for the majority of this conversation now as they discuss some rules for being in the field and who they'll tell and let be privy to this new thing and when they're done talking and finally impatient with each other's and their own hesitance, Simon closes the distance and kisses Soap under the moon and the stars and the ratty LED bulb outside the pub.

And he falls in love a little bit more. As he's given softness and sureness and love in turn, as they deepen the kiss and make a little more passionate, as he's given the ability to take what he's wanted for WEEKS now and possibly even months now that he thinks about it.

Their first kiss tastes like cheap booze and fish and chips and cigarettes.

Their first kiss feels like silence in a storm but it also feels like the storm and it feels like the best thing they could think of but their thinking kinda stops when they have to take their first breath from each other.

Their first kiss is a slow and passionate thing shared at a bar with the knowledge that they should probably be going soon so everyone can sleep off their alcohol of the night.

But it's so perfect for them. They both look forward to many more to come.

[xo-cod]

*sighs dreamily* 69 with Johnny 🥰

i love this so bad !! 😩 sorry i got to this so late <3

in one word, sloppy. johnny is a messy lover, if your juices aren't covering the bottom half of his face and his fingers he hasn't done it right ‼️

the absolute king of accidental overstimulation 🤭 you just taste so good to him, he loves going down on you for his own pleasure. and 69 is the best position since you're always wanting to go down on him too.

you're usually the one on top, his big hands holding your legs to keep you steady. johnny swears up and down he can never get tired of looking at your pussy, it's just too mesmerising and addicting and he loves it. he grabs you by your hips and pulls you down onto his face, the flat of his tongue licking broad stripes up your folds, teasing you as it flicks against your clit. he groans softly when you whimper, his mouth capturing your clit and sucking on it while his thumbs separate your walls for him to thrust in deeper. his hips are lazily rutting in your mouth and he can feel your moans vibrate against his aching cock, sending shivers up his back when you pull back gasping in pleasure coursing through your veins, "so good f'me hen, taste so fuckin' good baby"

johnny stretches you out with his tongue so much so your body squirms forwards to escape the delicious assault. but johnny only grabs you back, holding your hips down so you can't escape. he flips you with one swift movement, a devilish grin on his lips before he holds your legs back once more. he's not even thinking of his own pleasure, it only further prompts him to go faster with his tongue when your back arches and the helpless moans become breathless and more needy,"that's it bonnie, gonna cum f'me yeah?"

[atopvisenyashill]

listen the whole “ned realizes lyanna was right that rhaegar was the better choice of king” thing is particularly annoying bc like. you’re crazy if u think that’s more emotionally compelling than ned never truly understanding why lyanna did what she did, but his constant talking to her shade does make him realize that his love for robert hasnt even completely blinded him to the sort of man robert is, he’s known all along, but he ignored it bc he simply loved his friend. like how is THAT less compelling than “ned realizes rhaegar was the chosen one all along.”

[reds-skull]

This took actually 4 hours, 3 of them just trying to make the easy way work (spoiler alert - it fucking didn't), last hour I just gave up and fixed the textures manually.

Thank you to @hauntedbubbles for the models and plug-in to import them to Blender! You can find that on this post.

You might ask why... I spend 4 hours trying to make this fucker dance. And that's because I wanna see them be silly and Activision is not gonna give it to me, so I'm making it myself.

[ghostlycod]

any of yall ever had an antagonistically flirtatious thing with a coworker before? because that’s the only dynamic I can imagine for Soap and officeassistant!reader

you see each other every day and he’s the bane of your existence. he gives you the ick, from his stupid hair to his stupid mouth to the stupid way he stands so tall above you. like he’s just one of those guys that just knows how handsome he is and he’s expecting you to fall at his feet like all the rest of them. utterly repulsive. and the way he torments you, it’s like he knows how much you hate him and he’s doing it on purpose just to get a rise out of you. he started this whole thing, really. you would’ve been happy to be a quiet hater, but he just had to instigate.

now every day is like a new exercise in how much of a bitch you can be to him, and you relish in it. it’s absolutely fucking delightful, like an outlet for all the anger you’ve been holding onto all of your life. he didn’t know there were so many different ways to be called an idiot, but you find a new creative way to do it nearly every day. why is he so obsessed with annoying you? maybe it’s enriching for his simple mind. if you ask him directly, he’ll say it’s because you’re like an annoying little sister. then he’ll try to grab you and lick your face, sending you running away gagging. he annoys you to no end. every opportunity that opens up to punch or slap him, you take. every opportunity to gross you out and make you make that scrunchy face, he takes. you two are a match made in hell. you even hate it even when he makes you laugh, because fuck him for being funny when you’re trying to be annoyed.

despite all of this, the synergy between you two when working together is unmatched. shit just gets done when you two are on the same team, even if you spend the entire time quipping back and forth, biting at each other. but when you both crack down and focus, it’s like you don’t even need words to communicate. you can read the other’s thoughts and know exactly where you’re needed, bouncing off of one another effortlessly.

people start to point out how as much as you say you hate each other, you two have become glued at the hip. constantly working together. talking to each other by the water cooler. eating lunch together, laughing and arguing interchangeably. someone suggests you two should start dating, another says he thought you two already had a thing going on. you both scoff.

“if I dated her, I’d ruin her life”

“yeah well if I was dating you, I’d ruin your self esteem”

“cunt”

“dickhead”

and then he’s trying to grab your sandwich from you and you twist his arm until he yelps

[s0fter-sin]

soapghost

[tavysboy]

congratulations aside i do love them

[allthedrugsforcreativity]

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