#soapgraves

[fishermon]

Would people crucify me if I said I really love Graves/Soap as a ship?

Like, there's so much angst you could do with it. Graves cares so deeply about his shadows, and what if he and Johnny started dating, what if Johnny became an honorary shadow. He becomes one of Graves' boys and Graves genuinely loves him. Sure maybe the relationship started as a way to get intel, a way to ingratiate Graves with the 141, to get deeper in their ranks. But somewhere along the lines he genuinely falls in love.

Johnny was patient and kind and clever, and pushed when he needed to, when helping Graves unpack his internalised homophobia. Johnny was raised catholic but had very much unpacked the bad shit that had left him with. He still considered himself Catholic, but he didn't practice it the way most people did. His catholicism was a kind of folk catholicism. Graves was raised southern baptist and only thought he was past what being raised that way had taught him because he didn't go to church anymore.

He still shakes like an abused dog the first time Soap kisses him.

Soap doesn't mind, though, he gets it, he was the same way the first time he ever kissed another man. He knows how to comfort Graves, he knows how to help him wrap his head around it and he refuses to let Graves push himself too far too fast in an attempt to save face in front of Soap.

Because the differences in their ages gets to Graves a bit too. Johnny's young, he's happy, he's confident in himself and his relationships and sexuality, and Graves is just past 40, but somehow he is the one stumbling through and messing everything up like he's thirteen and just kissed a girl behind the chapel for the first time after skipping Sunday school. Graves hates feeling so out of his depth. It should be the other way round! He's the older one of the two of them, he should be the one who knows what he's doing, the one with experience guiding Johnny through it... But he isnt.

Johnny's already unpacked his religious trauma and guilt while Graves just let it sit and simmer.

Johnny never makes him feel stupid, though. He never judges the stupid questions Graves asks, never makes fun of him for trying something and having it just not work out the way he thought it would.

Johnny makes him feel well and truly loved and appreciated.

Graves almost forgets why they got into a relationship in the first place, until he gets the order that they're going to be moving forwards with the mission, setting the next phase in motion within the month.

It feels like the floor got ripped out from under him. Graves spends the first day after getting the news in shock as he realises what he's going to have to do, then he spends the second day trying desperately to figure out a way to get around this. A way to make sure Soap doesn't get hurt. A way to make sure Soap doesn't realise Graves has been silently betraying him and the 141 from the start.

A way to make sure he doesn't lose Soap in any sense of the word.

He knows it's not possible to keep the 141 from finding out, and it's not possible to make sure Soap doesn't get hurt unless he can get Soap to switch sides.

So he starts planting the seeds, trying to subtly influence Soaps feelings, his loyalties, so that when the time comes he can hold his hand out and ask Soap to come with him, and he will.

He gets to that time, though, he holds his hand out, and Soap refuses.

Graves' whole plan, the future he let himself think they could have together, falls apart right then and there, and he can't do anything but order his Shadow's to do what they'd already been briefed to do. He can't do anything but watch them hunt Soap down, hoping to the god that Soap had helped him believe in, the real god, the good and kind and just god who loved all of his children including the queer ones, that no one would catch Soap, that he'd get away.

[sgt-soap]

sniffles. im feeding the soapgraves agenda.

my lateness is a character trait

[shititsarat]

the tank fight in mw2 is just two exes (who are still kinda in love with each other) angrily flirting while trying to kill one another.

(+ rodolfo watching and losing his damn mind because that is not how you solve relationship issues...)

[doisnuois]

Soapgraves propaganda haven’t you heard

[deadunderorbit]

Everybody loves Soap

Elle King - Ex’s & Oh’s

[graveseveryday]

Day 18

No proper post(don’t have time to digitalize anything because i’m too stressed with school😔)

[naozombie]

just wanna say i absolutely ADORE ur art and that one soapgraves thing u drew lives in my head forever. okay bye (i run away and immediately fall flat on my face)

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCHHH FOR ALL OF UR SUPPORT🥹

Here’s a tiny soap graves doodle 4 u!!!1! :3

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap:"sometimes I have a moment of clarity and think "holy shit a guy I kissed behind a dumpster gunned me down. What the fuck." And I don't like that."

Therapist:"maybe we should talk more about that."

Soap:"what? No? I'm here for you to hypnotize me or something."

Therapist:

[gugapuppy]

I didn't like this drawing, the position was all wrong, but since I'm too lazy to redo it when I'm halfway through, I'll just leave it this way! 💖✨

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

could i get soap mactavish and phillip graves from cod modern warfare 2 together. gilbert baker pride flag in the background. please and thank you

[justanotherboringwriter]

havent written a fic in a while but got back into cod so yk anyways this is ass this is your warning ❤️

Johnny couldn't believe the skull mask bastard. He thought that he'd finally found his dream girl; parties, late night-outs, drinking, his friends loved her, what else could he wish for?

Well, one of his friends loved her too much. That masked fucking asshole. He said the girl was his ex but that he didn't care and was happy that she and Johnny had found each other and were happy. What a fucking liar. She'd told him she was going out with her friends and hours later, he got a great surprise; a video of her riding that fucking bastard.

Johnny's apartment had gone from an apartment to the war zones that he often inhabited. Except now, he wasn't there to fuck shit up and explode shit, his brain doing math and science with ease and instantly, he was a man with a shattered heart full of angst, despair, and rage. How could she? How could he? How could they? He thought he could trust them and now he was the fool with a video of his cheating girlfriend getting filled like a damn jelly donut. Why didn't he just stay single? Why did he have to yearn for a relationship so damn much? The gym was enough for him, he knew that, so why did he date her? He was left huffing and puffing and hunched over in a destroyed apartment turned destroyed nightmare.

He'd tried to text Gaz and the man's girlfriend, Cassandra, but he was just too angry that his fingers shook and his vision blurred. He'd had to resort to babbling on audio clips. The couple probably couldn't understand what he'd ranted on about; his accent always thickened to an unintelligible amount when he got angrier. Hell, sometimes he even switched to Gaelic without even realizing it when he was especially angry. He didn't know if Gaz and Cassie had responded since he'd quickly thrown his phone down to destroy his apartment.

Paintings and framed pictures were off of the walls and counters, now shattered and snapped on the floor. Couches and armchairs and seats were thrown about. Tables were flipped. Nothing in his apartment had been left untouched during his destructive rampage.

The door opened and Phillip stepped in. "A hurricane rip through here, Soap?" The commander raised a brow as he closed the door behind him, strolling over to the Scotsman as his eyes swept over everything in view. "That whore.." Johnny muttered, groaning as he fell down to his knees and sat back, the despair finally setting in and dragging him down to an emotional Mariana Trench.

"Kyle 'n Cassie told me what happened. Girl cheated on you with a 'buddy' and sent the video to you―Real fucked up, in my opinion.." Phillip muttered as he approached the other man. "Couldn't imagine that happening to me. I'm surprised you didn't find and kill 'em. Seems the only thing that got killed was your heart and this apartment." He added.

He was in front of Johnny and looked down at the man for a few seconds before kneeling down in front of him. "If someone cheats on you, I'd say they don't deserve you; you've got a good heart and are a loyal man, MacTavish. Anybody would be lucky to know you; family, friend, lover, whatever. 's their loss." The Southern man said in an attempt to comfort Johnny. Johnny looked over, "I..I just don't know what tae do, mate.." He muttered miserably. "'s never happened tae me before and I just don't know what tae do. Never thought I'd see my girl gettin' fucked by a guy I thought was my friend." He added, looking up at Phillip, trying to search for a solution to his current situation. What the hell did you do in this scenario?

Phillip smirked, looking off. "Well, I have an idea..All you have to do is agree and you'll get your revenge, MacTavish." He said, now looking back down and into Johnny's eyes. The Scotsman, now interested, sat up a bit straighter. "I'll bite; spill."

Imagine the shock on their faces when they saw the video that Johnny had sent. They never expected him to respond, less so with a video of his own.

The video had Johnny laying on his back in bed, his thick hands gripping Phillip's hips as Phillip rode him, their hips grinding together as Phillip tilted his head to the side, letting out a breathy chuckle as he admired Johnny's expression. The Scotsman was looking down, focusing on the sight of Phillip's cock, erect and leaking, "Ye look so damn pretty like this, Phil. Moanin' and leakin' everywhere." Johnny groaned, slamming his hips up and into Phillip, making Phillip's head fall back, his hands shooting down to cup Johnny's own, bigger hands. "'s it, moan for me, duine brèagha." Johnny chuckled.

The video cut to Phillip on all fours, the sound of skin aggressively slapping against skin as Johnny pounded into him, a beefy arm around Phillip's neck in a headlock as Phillip moaned and giggled dizzily. "Oh my God.." Phillip slurred, damn near drooling on himself.

"Losin' yer brain, hm? Droolin' 'n gigglin' like some himbo. Ye like being pounded senseless, huh?" Johnny mocked, getting eager head nods from Phillip in response. "Just beggin' to get fucked stupid, hm? I'll do it for ye, baby. Make you drool and go brain-dead with how hard I'll breed ye." Johnny added as he sped up, making Phillip laugh manically. It wasn't hard to see how much Phillip was loving it, the same went for Johnny.

Johnny, using his arm around Phillip's neck, shifted the older man towards the phone recording them. "C'mon, say hi to our audience, duine brèagha." Johnny smirked, sitting up and bringing Phillip up with him while also causing Phillip to grab at Johnny's thick arm, smiling. "Hi..." Phillip dragged out the word, giddy like it was Christmas morning.

"Should use you like this more often." The Scotsman kept Phillip up, snapping his hips into him. "Maybe buy you a pair of ears 'n a tail? Bet ye'd like a collar 'n leash as well, right, puppy?" He looked down at his hips slamming into Phillip's ass.

Phillip nodded excitedly. "I'll be your little puppy..'ll bark for you 'n―'n be a good boy!" He laughed. "Would be the dog gettin' fucked submissive by the big, bad, breeder dog!" He added.

"Been a fantasy of yours for a while now, hm? Havin' a big breeder dog ignore the females just to make you hiss." Johnny growled as he laid Phillip back down, continuing to fuck into Phillip with a frantic pace, desperate to hear Phillip's pleasure. Phillip nodded, moaning and whimpering. "Don't worry, honey, I'll get ye turn yer little fantasy into a reality. Just for ye." The bigger man growled as he finally came, making Phillip go limp in his arms, panting and whining.

Johnny nuzzled into him, "I've got ye, I've got ye..Relax." He cooed.

He chuckled, "Did so good for me. Filled you up all nice 'n ye didn't tap out at all―Such a good boy and my good boy." He said as he released Phillip from the headlock to pepper his cheek, jawline, neck, trapezius, shoulder, and back with kisses.

The video ended there. His phone was being spammed with messages sent as a desperate and frantic pace.

WTF JOHNNY

PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE

THIS ISNT FUNNY STOP IGNORING ME

The sound didn't matter; Johnny and Phillip had bathed together, dressed in loose and comfortable clothes as they cuddled together, slowly kissing and making out as some random show played in the background, their focus on each other rather than the screen.

[maned-wolf-caboose]

One of my friends gave me this idea and I am going feral for it:

Werewolf!Graves and Priest!Soap.

Do with this what you will

[burnt-tortellini]

the thing about gravesoap for me is that like.

soap knows hes gonna get hurt because graves needs something and at some point he has to tell himself that the next time he gets hurt he’ll leave

and then graves needs something and he gets hurt and he gets hurt and he gets hurt and he gets hurt and then graves needs something else, more, and soap gets hurt again

and he never leaves, he just gets locked out

[shititsarat]

random writing prompt:

during their joint operation in las almas, one of the shadows finds soap drawing in his sketchbook while on base. the two talk and the shadow finds out that soap is somewhat tired of always drawing military bases as well as soldiers in gear and that he enjoys drawing stuff that looks unusual or out of place.

when the shadow is back with his comrades, they make bets about who can get graves to look unusual or out of place so soap would draw him...

[doisnuois]

[cod-dump]

*Gaz and Soap are throwing pens at a cup*

Gaz: If I make this, you have to do my duties for a week *throws a pen but misses*

Gaz: Damn

Soap: If I make this, you have to do my duties for TWO weeks *throws a pen, it landing in the cup but immediately bouncing out*

Soap: Fucking tease

Gaz, snickering: If I make this, you have to kiss Graves square on the mouth. With tongue

Soap: Fat chance-

Gaz: *throws a pen that lands in the cup and stays*

Soap: NO-

Gaz: HAHAHAH! PUCKER UP, LOVER BOY-