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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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Dad!Price fic random post

I really wanna update Unending Devotion soon, but I don't know if I will. About to get fucked by work so as a peace offering, take this random compilation of thoughts about Price, his husband, their owl-hybrid daughter, and the 141 boys that most likely won't make it to the actual story line

Enjoy!

6 Years ago: Devyn meets Nik for the first time

She's a hundred percent hiding behind her dad, absolutely terrified of this strange man that he's invited into the house. She's maybe met one other person at this point in her life, and so little 4 year old Devyn Price is not a fan.

At first.

Price is trying to comfort her and get her to trust Nik, but she's not really listening to him. She's too busy digging her tiny claws into his leg as she stares at Nik. He's not offended or anything, he just wants her to accept him. Nik 100% has told Price several times that Devyn takes priority and is willing to give up everything for her.

He does eventually win her over when he finally lowers to her level with a smile. He calls her "Sova" for the first time, and she's totally blown away by hearing a different language for the first time. He tells her where he's from, about Russia, and how he met her dad. She's totally still hiding behind Price, but she's not staring at him like she'll start crying if he makes a sudden movement. And then he tells her he's a pilot. She does her little confused head tilt, not knowing what that means.

"I fly." He explains, and suddenly she's starstruck. A human that can fly???

"But you have no wings!" She'll sign to him, very concerned. He tells her about helicopters and planes. She has him tell her what it's like to fly so high up (she's still struggling to get more than a few feet off the ground).

Eventually, the day ends with her on his lap, hanging onto his every word as he talks about his job as a pilot; the thrills of flying, how he's seen so many beautiful places and met so many beautiful people ("Like Dad?" "Of course, Sovenok").

He ends up having to leave for the night, and Devyn is quick to ask her dad if he's coming back. Price says yes, of course he's coming back.

"Will he stay next time?" Safe to say, Price proposed very quickly after that. If his little angel wanted Nik to stay, then stay Nik shall.

Ghost gets a gift

Devyn has moments where the boys are reminded she's not very socialized, so to speak. She's spent most of her life hidden away for her safety, and rarely had the opportunity to interact with people her age.

This is one of those moments.

Ghost agreed to babysit Devyn while on medical leave. Partly because Price was going to drive him insane if he stayed on base, partly because he wasn't about to go home without Johnny there, and partly because this was the ultimate sign of trust from his captain.

Besides, Ghost liked the company of the little Price girl. She was sweet and calm compared to the average person Ghost was forced to interact with. She never found the whole mask thing to be weird (one of the reasons he was secretly grateful she is the way she is) and she was relatively independent.

But then came the day she gave him a little gift. He was watching some movie on the couch when she came bounding inside, something hidden between her small hands. She grinned and cooed happily at him as she held out her hands, clearly intending for him to receive what was hidden inside.

Ghost was grateful he had better control of his emotions than others. It's rather startingly for the sweetest, most innocent little girl you've ever known to drop a very pristine mouse skeleton in your hands. He opted for the sake of his sanity, to not question how Devyn came to possess such a thing, and instead gave her a soft smile and a thank you.

"You like bones and stuff so I thought you should have this!" Is what she'll happily sign to him, and he can only nod in appreciation. He'll thank her again, ruffle the feathers on her head as he gets up to put it somewhere safe. He shows her what he does with it so she knows he appreciates the gift; even if it is the most macabre gift he's ever gotten.

Origin of her nickname "Moon Pie"

There are times in Price's life where he's reminded of the owl half of his daughter. She's never been a consistent sleeper; it's either she's up all night and asleep all day similar to an owl, the normal for a human being, or the mix of sleeping only half the day and half the night. There's no rhyme or reason to her sleep patterns, but Price has gotten good at finding ways to help her make sure she gets the right amount of sleep. As well as finding things for her to do during the night when she's awake.

She learned from a relatively young age how to fix food for herself, as it was rather difficult to get either of her dads to help her without grumbling to themselves. It was also difficult for her to communicate what she needed due to the darkness and the fact her fathers don't have her inhuman ability to see well at night. She knew where all her favorite snacks were and how to get them without hurting herself or damaging any of the furniture (She got in a bit of trouble for putting large scratches in a leather seated stool once). All in all, she was well-off on her own during the nights.

But of course, she isn't the only one in that house with sleeping issues. Many times, she's often joined by her dad, and maybe Papa too if he's just come home and hasn't reset his internal clock. They'll spend quiet nights together on the couch or when the weather's nice, out on the back porch. She loves flying at night, but only does so when Dad can watch her. She feels safer that way.

And it's one of these nights that Price couldn't fall back to sleep after a particularly rough nightmare. He decided since his husband wasn't home, that he'd find something else in the house to make him feel better. It's when he remembers that there was still leftover pie (that Laswell had brought when she and her wife visited over the weekend) that he'll be reminded of his daughter's nocturnal habits.

Safe to say, for a man who's only awake because of a nightmare and is still somewhat shaky from it, he's rather startled by the sight in the kitchen.

After all, it is indeed startling to see a small child-like figure, one with large wings and feathers on her head, sharp claws and talons, and reflective eyes hunched over a plate, a distinct red color smeared around her mouth, illuminated only by the moonlight.

Price clearly wasn't the only one who thought a bit of midnight pie would be nice. Like father like daughter. He decides to affectionately call her "Moon Pie" from that night forward, and Nik has yet to learn the real origins of it: they had promised to save him a slice but finished it that night, after all.

Dad!Price fic (Unending Devotion) taglist: @cod-dump @cr4shposts @cminoko

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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🗣️🗣️ no time like the present to get writing!! (coming from someone who.. also.. should be writing..)

but i'd like to hear more about the wolfshifter au idea if you don't mind!! very intriguing stuff

Thank you for the ask, my friend! Now that you have summoned every thought, here is a dump of the wolfshifter au!!!

So, for starters: The MacTavish family and their history of caring for wolfshifters. Since the discovery of wolfshifters about a century ago, there's been a huge stigma against them in the broad scope of modern society. Something about them never really being "human" and are typically reduced to nothing but savage beasts. But Scotland, having a high focus on herding, accepts the wolfshifter population the best. They're not exactly buddy buddy with them, but most wolfshifters find easy work doing stuff for farmers and whatnot. Granted, most of their jobs are like "guard dog" sorts of jobs, but hey, in a world where it's really common for wolves to be fired, refused a job, evicted, etc. just for being a wolf, work is work.

Then came along Great-great Grandma MacTavish. Something happened with her husband and somehow, a wolfshifter was the one to provide the best support for the young family during their difficult times. She ends up convincing her husband to start a business; basically a support/help center for wolfshifters in need. They provide basic medical care, food, clothing, shelter, etc.

Skip to modern day and Soap's family is still very heavily supporting this 'little' business. It's grown a significant amount, obviously, and it's the largest of a handful of wolfshifter care centers in the country, all others younger and operating independently. Soap's parents still run the "soup kitchen" that provide homemade Scottish meals to any and all wolves, no questions asked. Soap's eldest brother and wife are in charge of the medical facility that provides care for both human and wolf form. The brother (Oliver) and his wife run the "human" department specifically, and one of the two MacTavish sisters (Sarah) is in charge of the "wolf" department. Tiffany, the second MacTavish sister is in charge of the housing for displaced wolfshifters.

Side note about wolfshifters in this AU: they all are required to wear identifying tags/have ID chips for what's considered "safety" purposes. Ghost, being the legally dead menace to society he is, no longer wears his ID tags/dogtags (military ones), and because of Roba, his chip had been forcibly removed so he could never be identified; he'd just die a nobody.

Then we got Simon Riley. His father, being the absolute abomination he is, never knew his wife was a wolfshifter until after they have kids. Simon got the brunt of his abuse for being a wolf, and he eventually just became so numb to the abuse he gets from everyone that he eventually stops transforming. So much to the point that Price is not aware of his shifter status, but he's definitely suspicious.

But not as suspicious as Soap. Soap grew up around wolfshifters, and he knows there are certain behaviors and whatnot that are noticeable even in human form. He picks up on a few, albeit very subtle, behavioral traits from Ghost that just scream "wolf" to him, but he knows not to approach him about it. He grew up around wolves that had nowhere to go, no one to go to, traumatized and broken regarding their true nature. Ghost is like a poster child for it, so Soap keeps his distance from that topic.

They still end up having a very unique relationship, but it's not established when Ghost goes missing during a solo mission. Their intel was wrong or something else of the sort and he ended up getting captured.

The problem? They're a group trying to weaponize wolfshifters by forcing them to remain in wolf form. There's a special drug that was supposedly lost/abandoned that can induce transformations in wolfshifters. This group has mutated it to the point that wolves cannot physically transform back into human for several months at a time with only one injection of an amount that's in ratio with body weight and stuff.

ANYWHO

Ghost ends up stuck in wolf-form, he's injured, and he has no clue where he is. Turns out, he's stranded in what's considered the world's "safehaven" for wolfshifters all because of the MacTavish family.

Soap's siblings end up having to take him in, obviously not knowing who he is because he has no IDs or anything.

Basically just a really fluffy and angsty story about Ghost finding family with the MacTavish's and Soap just having absolutely world-destroying realizations of his love for Simon Riley. Ghost being soft with the young nieces and nephews, being fiercely protective of his new found-family

Yeah, I clearly haven't thought about this AU at all. Nope. Not a thought going towards it

#cod mw2 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #ao3 writer #want more of my writing? try feelzmaster on ao3 #wolfshifter cod au #wolf shifter!Ghost #Soap and his family

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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A Guide to All Things Snootles

Primarily a COD blog but it's just straight brain rot. Lotta reblogs but also some very nifty homemade stuff. I am super friendly, I promise! Feel free to send any kind of ask/dm, I'd love the interaction :D

Here's my side blog dedicated to my OG work: @snootlessimperfectworld

Snootles-made ask game

Shadow Company OCs found under "Snootles's Shadow OCs" Initial Post and Ask Reblog; Ness Dump; Flash Dump; Truck Dump; Woody Dump: Here is Art of Ness and Here is a Comic ft. Ness I FUCKING LOVE THESE ARTISTS

The SoapGaz Bromance Series: 1st Post, 2nd, 3rd

Girl!Dad Price: OG Post; Incorrect Quotes (based on a work, see WIPs further down); Random Thing; Another Girl!Dad thing

Things for To Love, To Let Go: Post One, Some Things, Worldbuilding

Sleeptalking!Soap: The Reblog; The Ask

Gaz Has A Twin SIster: Proof, Further Evidence

Soap is Lightning, change my mind

Random YouTuber AU ft. GazAlex: AO3 Link, OG Post, Next Post, First Drabble;

My Posted WIPs:

Silence is Golden But Consequences are Red ;a SoapGhost fic; alternate universe; angst; slow-burn; features the SoapGaz bromance

Of Earthly Things ; SoapGhost fic, Cryptid!Ghost, Cryptid Hunters 141 AU; Cryptids, monsters, witches, demons: anything you heard fairytales of or anything warned about by the elders are very much real. Very real and very much a part of everyday life.The 141 is a small, private group composed of researchers and other cryptid enthusiasts that specialize in monitoring the inhuman populations around the UK. They offer their knowledge and resources to assist those dealing with issues regarding those that aren’t human. It isn’t uncommon for the 141 to help get rid of a goblin infestation, or relocate a fae circle to one of the designated areas. And life is pretty normal for the small team. At least, it is that way before the new hire. Something about him just doesn’t seem to be quite human…

Guardian of Mercy and Men : A Price x f!OC; Price encounters an old friend of his that he had fallen in love with all those years ago; some angst and fluff as they navigate their feelings for each other when she is assigned to the 141 as a combat medic.

To Love, To Let Go : Self-indulgent fic where, after an apocalyptic event in the US, Price meets a kid named Bailey Gray who has lost everything since The Incident. Together, with the help of Nik and the 141, they learn how to love new and let go of others.

Unending Devotion ; Dad!Price fic; he's a girl dad; NikPrice; Gaz is best big brother; daughter is animal hybrid; some angst, some fluff, and everything in between; about to feature a Graves hero arc

His Wounded Cry ; Wolfshifter!Ghost fic; SoapGhost; technically slow-burn?; Ghost gets a family again; just Ghost being loved like he deserves, okay? Here's the worldbuilding post

Dead City ; Left4Dead AU with Task Force 141 trying to survive the apocalypse. Has SoapGhost, some angst, some fluff, lots of cheesy jokes/references to Left4Dead, and Gaz being the unluckiest mf-er to ever exist

Break For Your Heart ; a GhostSoap Prison Break AU ft. Unhinged!Soap and Is Weird to Cope!Ghost; found under the tag "break for your heart" or "prison break au" or "it's unhinged!soap time"; ao3 link

Cheers to the Unknown ; Monster AU featuring Just A Dude!Ghost; random posts made here; most likely won't be full, coherent story, just ramblings all tagged under "cheers to the unknown" Here is the initial post that started this and here is the follow-up worldbuilding post

Random Short Works

It Means I Love You SoapGhost short; catshifter!Ghost

Artemis to His Apollo Gaz has a twin sister short fic

What Am I? SoapGhost angst short; comfort?

COD Boys Play A Board Game: exactly what it sounds like

Thistle A very painful short fic I did that has MCD but I used it as coping for losing a loved one

Screaming Into The Void A short SoapGhost angst fic set in an apocalyptic world

#if you're seeing this when i posted it #no you're not #you see NOTHING #ignore my desire for organization #we just simply admire the pretty colors #snootles ideas #snootles rants #snootlestheangel #want more of my writing? try feelzmaster on ao3

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snootlestheangel · 2 years ago

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COD Boys play a Board Game

*This starts with a long explanation of the game featured in this short because it's a very rare game. If you want to skip the explanation and go in unaware, skip to the squiggles*

The board game in question is a really obscure one called "Kill Dr. Lucky" If you've heard of it, we are now besties. It's from an old game company called "Cheap Ass Games" and my parents loved playing it with their friends (right before they had kids, so roughly twenty something years ago) and it's hilarious.

Basically, the game only comes with cards for weapons, these things called failure points, and move cards. You are also provided a few pieces of paper that have a mansion layout printed on them, with each main room being numbered (there's a few smaller rooms that aren't numbered and that's important information).

And that's it. You get the stuff above and the rules, but no character pieces, nothing. You have to obtain your own character pieces, which includes Dr. Lucky (this is how you end up with one person playing a cheeto and it being replaced after each turn because it got eaten). The players' goal is to kill Dr. Lucky (pretty obvious) but it's an every man for himself scenario. You cannot be in line of sight of another player, and the other players can make you "fail" your murder attempt with the failure cards. Each weapon has a given number of failure points, one of the highest being 8. Every player CAN play a failure point, but they don't have to. Sometimes, this means just letting someone win the game. No one can say how many failure points they have (at least until they're completely out) and once you pass, you cannot take it back.

Once a failure card is used, it cannot be put back in the deck. Move cards and weapon cards, once used, get reshuffled into the deck once necessary.

Sorry for the long ass introduction to this little spiel, but this game is so obscure I doubt any of you actually know anything about it, so I felt the need to explain beforehand. Anywho, enjoy!

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Ghost narrows his eyes at the ratty old box Price threw on the table just moments ago. Soap instantly reaches for it, tearing the lid off and peering at the contents inside.

"What is this?" Gaz asks, picking up a cream colored paper that had been recently laminated.

"This week's team exercise. The winner gets a month without recruit duty." Soap's eyes widen at the incentive for playing, and playing well that is. Gaz lets out an evil chuckle as he continues getting the rest of the game board set up. Ghost remains leaned back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed at Price.

"There's no character pieces." Gaz says and Price's grin only widens.

"Exactly. You guys have to pick them." Gaz and Soap frown at each other before tentatively looking over at their captain.

"What's the point of the game?" Ghost asks as he grabs the rules.

"Kill Dr. Lucky. This is an every man for himself situation. Your goal is to take out a target, unseen by anyone. Use your resources wisely, track your target, and execute without getting caught. But, you're also trying to foil anyone else attempting the very same thing." Soap and Gaz stare at each other, evil yet mildly scared grins forming.

"Where are the character pieces?" Ghost asks, throwing aside the empty box.

"There are none. You boys to get to pick them." Soap lets out a loud laugh as he suddenly jumps from the table. He disappears in search of his player piece, while Gaz and Ghost just frown in confusion.

"What the fuck am I supposed to use?" Gaz asks, searching around the room for something small to use.

"Whatever you want." Price's grin widens impossibly, prompting Ghost to sigh and roll his eyes. He remains seated, almost expecting Soap to bring him something back. Price doesn't comment, but instead grabs an unused tea bag from the cabinets.

"This will be your target, Dr. Lucky." Price sets the tea bag down on the board in the center, on the spot marked "Parlor." Soap suddenly barrels back into the room, a wicked grin glued to his face. He places a small pin of the Scottish flag on the table with a giggle.

"I dinnae have to be that, so Ghost if ye still need somethin', just say the word and it's yours." Ghost rolls his eyes, almost in annoyance but mostly in offense.

"I'm not a Scot."

"But ye are fuckin' one, Lt." Soap winks in response, to which Gaz loudly fake gags as he places a blue M&M on the game board.

"We can be food?" Soap's eyes widen at the tea bag and the candy and Price only chuckles in response.

"Be whatever you want, Soap. Ghost, you still need to pick something."

"Ye can be the Scottish flag."

"I'd rather die."

"You'd rather die than do a lot, Ghost." Gaz comments, prompting a very dirty glare from the lieutenant. With a sigh, Ghost leans over and digs into one of his pockets for something. He pulls out the shell of a rifle bullet and places it next to the pin. Price grabs the deck of cards and begins shuffling them.

"Alright, rock paper scissors to see who starts the turn order." Price says and immediately Soap and Gaz are aggressively staring at each other, fists ready for the countdown. Soap loses to Gaz, Gaz loses to Ghost, and Soap beats Ghost. Price begins to hand each person five cards before setting the deck down next to the game board.

"Okay, so Soap first, then Ghost, Gaz, and Dr. Lucky. I'll move him around to make it easy on you boys. You can move one space at a time, all hallways and nonnumbered rooms count as spaces, and you can search the room. You'll draw a card from the deck when you do so. Use a move card on yourself or on Dr. Lucky, since he only moves between the numbered rooms. Make sense?" Soap, Gaz, and Ghost are all frowning at their hands while they listen.

"What the fuck are failure points?" Soap asks and Price chuckles evilly.

"If, say for example, Ghost were to be alone with Dr. Lucky, no one can see him, and he has a weapon, he can attempt to eliminate the target. However, the other two of you can play those failure points to make his attempt fail." Silence falls on the table, mischievous grins alighting all their faces, even Ghost's from under his mask.

"Happy hunting boys. Soap, start us off."

The first couple of turns are rather boring, as the three spend most of it in silence, collecting cards and planning their target's demise. They try to separate, but akin to real life, Ghost is quietly following Soap around the mansion. It takes him longer than he's willing to admit to notice what Ghost is doing, and when he does, all hell breaks loose.

"Ghost, ya spooky bitch, leave me alone!" Soap cries out as he reaches the armory, where he and Dr. Lucky both are. Ghost, however, is in the room next door and has placed the casing in the doorway to appear like he's staring at the Scot. Soap is rightfully upset, as the best weapon in his hand is the Civil War Cannon, worth six failure points in the armory.

"Watcha doin' in there, Johnny?" Ghost lowers his voice to cheeky growl, and Soap kicks him in the shin in response.

"Away an bile yer heid, Si! I'm busy in here!"

"Doing what?"

"I'm cheating on you." Ghost dramatically gasps.

"How dare you?" Price snorts and covers his face with a hand, trying to stifle his laughter. Gaz is completely still to his right, staring at the board in intense concentration. Ghost's turn comes and goes, as he similarly cannot do anything with Soap nearby, and thus it's Gaz's turn. He places down a move card and quickly ushers the tea bag to his space. Now, Gaz is left alone with the target, no one with line of sight. He has a poor weapon, but it's the only one he has.

"I am going to use the revolver to shoot him." Gaz declares, slamming down the weapon card. Soap and Ghost exchange unspoken words in a single glance. Soap throws down a failure card worth two, and Ghost throws down the last two in individual cards.

"Fucking hell!" Gaz shouts, slamming his fist on the table. Price raises his eyebrows at his usually calm sergeant, but decides to not intervene in any way. The turns continue to come and go, Ghost and Soap eventually parting ways only for Soap to not leave Gaz's side.

"Soap, you fucker! I swear, you move another space closer to me and I'm killing you in real life!" Gaz screams, shoving a very angry finger into Soap's face as the man just cackles. Ghost has fallen silent now, and Price watches him curiously move around the mansion with no rhyme or reason.

At one point, Gaz gets a chance alone with the doctor and attempts to use the monkey paw in the parlor, worth eight failure points. Soap makes a face as he places most of the failure points after Ghost immediately drops 2. Price tilts his head at Ghost, who only blankly stares back in response.

And so, the back and forth between Gaz and Soap continues, and Ghost fades into the background, just like on the field. Price smiles, proud his lieutenant is so good at what he does he can just disappear in a board game. The game has gone on for quite some time and Price knows both sergeants are out of failure points, meaning whomever gets alone time with the target is sure to be the winner.

"I use the rope." Ghost gently places a card on the board and Price resists the urge to bust out laughing. The rope is normally a weak weapon, but is worth eight from the balcony. It's the most open line of sight place on the entire board, yet neither Soap or Gaz are anywhere nearby. Soap is already walking away from the table, cursing loudly in Scots. Gaz is frozen, mouth wide open as he stares.

"And with that, Ghost wins. Congrats, lieutenant." Price nods at Ghost, who merely shrugs in response.

"GHOST YOU FUCKER!" Gaz is now standing, reaching out to strangle Ghost.

"I played the game like you're supposed to! For anything, Soap is the one that kept distracting you!" The man shouts in defense, effectively silencing the cursing sergeant behind him.

"SOAP I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! THIS IS THE THIRD BLOODY GAME I'VE LOST IN A ROW BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR DISGUSTING INFATUATION WITH THE LIEUTENANT! I'VE FUCKING HAD IT!" Soap lets out an embarrassingly high pitched scream as Gaz literally lunges over the table at him. The two run around the room before Soap takes off outside, Gaz running after him still screaming profanities.

"I think we'll take a break from games for a bit." Price comments, absently running a hand over his beard.

"You think?" Ghost responds after another loud Soap scream is heard.

"I should intervene."

"If you don't want to be buried under the paperwork that comes with one of your sergeants murdering the other." Ghost replies and Price nods.

"As well as trying to keep my lieutenant from trying to murder the remaining sergeant." Ghost lets out a huff that can be interpreted as a laugh. Soap lets out another scream from somewhere outside, and Price sighs heavily.

"Yeah, I think we're done with the games."

(Hope y'all enjoyed! Sorry if it's bad, I just wanted an excuse to write something. Also @cod-dump )

#cod mw2 #cod writer #cod headcanons #cod mwii #soap call of duty #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley #gaz modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #john price #price is a tired dad #shenanigans with the cod boys #soapghost #not me writing this while i'm supposed to be doing college work #ghost call of duty #want more of my writing? try FeelzMaster on ao3 #ao3 writer

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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I did it! I finally wrote the WolfShifter!Ghost fic!!!

YAY!

@ghcstao3 @midnighthunt3r @heyitsropi

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #call of duty #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #price call of duty #gaz call of duty #john price #kyle gaz garrick #wolf shifter!ghost #wolfshifter cod au #his wounded cry #ao3 writer #want more of my writing? try feelzmaster on ao3

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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What Am I?

Short SoapGhost fic: angst, hurt/comfort(?) The two are trapped, Soap is very injured, and Ghost is running low on ammo to cover their retreat.

Soap winces as Ghost tightens the bandage around his knee, the only comfort in the gesture being the way Ghost nervously whispers to himself. Soap's knee is fucked, to say the least, and he isn't really aware of what the injury is.

He remembers an explosion, one he should have seen coming but didn't. Next thing he knew, he was flat on his back and Ghost was at his side, roughly removing some of Soap's gear to inspect him for more injuries. Ghost refused to let Soap look at his leg, and Soap knew better than to fight him on it.

If Ghost didn't want him looking, then it was self-explanatory as to how bad the wound is.

"Steady, Johnny, you're alright. We'll get you out of here." Ghost mumbles as Soap lets out a weak whimper as Ghost does something else to treat the wound, sending searing hot pain throughout his body.

"I dinnae ken 'boot that, Si." Soap whispers back, and Ghost's mask suddenly fills his vision as the lieutenant leans closer to him.

"You are getting out of here, and that's an order." Ghost's gravelly voice darkens with a promise concealed as a threat, but Soap refuses to accept.

"Ahm no' worth all this." Soap mumbles as he lets his head fall back and his eyes close. He's roughly grabbed by the front of his vest by Ghost, whose eyes are wet with forming tears.

"Yes, you fucking are, Johnny. Don't ever say something like that again."

"But I'm not. It'll be easier fer ya teh get out of here without havin' to haul my fat arse. Go, I'm not worth it." Soap pushes the best he can against Ghost as his own tears constrict his voice.

"Then what am I?" Ghost barks, his voice barely level. Soap blinks in confusion, a few tears falling through the dirt on his face.

"Whaddya mean?"

"If you're not worth all this trouble, then what am I?"

"Si, I dinnae understand, what do yeh mean?" Ghost sniffles, and with an incredible amount of self-control, he manages to meet Soap's eyes.

"You are good, John MacTavish. You are so much better than I ever will be, ever have been. Everything about me is stained, but you aren't. There are so many parts of you left that have hope, that give hope to others. Fuckin' hell, Johnny, you brought a dead man back to life. I had nothing left, I was merely a machine that belonged to the military. But then you came along with a cheeky grin and a punch to the shoulder and suddenly I had everything to fight for. For fuck's sake, Johnny, you are everything I have. Without you, I have nothing. But you still have a family. You have reasons outside of just this to keep going. So, what I mean is, if you, you and your good family and everything damn good thing about you, isn't worth all the effort, then what am I? What am I worth if you aren't good enough?" Simon's voice cracks as his grip against Johnny's vest tightens. Soap reaches up to his face, gently caressing the cheek bone of his mask before wiping away a tear.

"You'd never once hesitate to drag me out of here, no matter the cost. You'd complain the whole damn time about how heavy I am or how big of a bastard I am, but you'd do it. You wouldn't even give me a chance to tell you to leave me behind, so what makes it fair that you get to say that shit?" Ghost hisses, and now nothing stops the tears from both of them. Soap can only lay there helplessly on the ground, bleeding and exhausted, as he stares up at Ghost.

"I can't fucking lose you, Johnny. You are everything I have. If you aren't good enough for all this effort, then... then... what am I?" Simon sobs out as he leans forward so his head rests on Johnny's chest. They lay there, listening to Simon's crying as Johnny thinks of a good thing to say.

"Yeh are good, though. I jus' brought it out of ya. I was just the only one teh see the good in yeh and I fucking latched onto it."

"But if you aren't worth the fight, then I'm not worth even considering saving. That's the thing, Johnny. If you can't be fought for, I can't be saved." Simon whispers, still lying on Soap's chest. Another silence passes before Soap clears his throat.

"Yeh did make it an order fer me teh leave. Guess I really have no choice." He says with a chuckle, and Simon can't help but return it.

"Since when do you listen to orders?"

"When you give them. I've always listened to yeh, Si." Ghost sniffles again, sitting up to stare into Soap's eyes.

"Then let's get out of here."

"Aye, sir. I'll follow ya to the end, cause that's what yeh are: worth being damned for."

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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@ghcstao3 @heyitsropi @midnighthunt3r

Okay, since y'all expressed great interest, I've been tortured into writing the wolf-shifter AU

*much sarcasm* I'm absolutely doing this against my will. Totally, of course. Absolutely hating this process.

Anyways, it'll be on ao3 under my profile (FeelzMaster) and will be called His Wounded Cry

I'll post an update soon, and let me know if you'd like to continue to be tagged for future updates. If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #ao3 writer #want more of my writing? try feelzmaster on ao3 #wolfshifter cod au #wolf shifter!ghost #His Wounded Cry

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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The Gaz has a Twin Sister short is here!!!!!

@cod-dump

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snootlestheangel · 1 year ago

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Wolfshifter!Ghost Fic Update!

@ghcstao3 @heyitsropi @midnighthunt3r

Y'all are the ones that expressed a significant amount of interest in the wolfshifter!Ghost au and I am here with an update on it!

It'll be out... soon!

I know, so great. First chapter might suck, but I want to get something out in the next day or two. I feel guilty though, cause I did promise something like 2 weeks ago now.

So, because I feel the need to bless y'all with something, take a song I wrote. It wasn't originally intended for this particular AU, much less ship (and fandom) but it works really well. Written with intent to be a country song, but like not. I dunno, anyways, enjoy it!

Howling At The Moon

Verse 1: Sunset comes and the wind blows cold. But I ain’t afraid at all. With you by my side, it’ll be all right, The dark ‘comes light and the cold gets warm, Hands wrapped around hands and arms in arms. Oh, what a night to be loved by you. Clouds disappear from the sky and all lights up. Darlin’ I wish you could see yourself From my perspective. Sugar, you’d never hate yourself again And you’ll start to love your battle scars. It’s a little hard, but I ain’t giving up on you. Refrain: ‘Cause I got you and you got me, And we’re sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon. The most beautiful of stars are the ones in your eyes, And everything feels just right. ‘Cause I got you and you got me, And we’re sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon. All our secrets whispered in the wind, Wish I could keep you safe. Verse 2: I see that fire in your heart, but your mind is weak. All that pain, oh how I wish it would just go away. You’ve taught me how to be brave, And I’ve taught you how to love again, And we’re in this fight together till my dying breath! Cause Lord knows I ain’t gonna let you go ‘fore I do. Darling, your laugh could light a hundred rooms Yet your stare could freeze a hundred men. How did I get so lucky with you, A fighter and a warrior, yet so buried by your heart. You are everything I asked for, And I owe everything I have to you. Refrain: ‘Cause I got you and you got me, And we’re sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon. And the most beautiful of stars are the ones in your eyes, And everything feels just right. ‘Cause I got you and you got me, And we’re sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon. All our secrets whispered in the wind, Wish I could keep you safe. But tonight we’re wild and free, Hootin’ and hollerin’ Letting go of all our fears Just living one night to the fullest ‘Cause I got you and you got me, Sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon. And when the sun comes up, We’ll find our way home just to start again And no matter how far apart You’ll always be in my heart. ‘Cause I got you and you got me, And we’re sitting in the dark, Howling at the moon.

Looking back at it, it's like a mix of both of them addressing the other and I think that's really neat. I dunno, maybe if someone asks nicely I'll attempt at singing it

No promises it'll be decent, or that it'll even happen, but we'll see.

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