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First time drawing anything really for COD— and I’m super happy with how this came out. :] (I made this purely so I can have the boys as my pfp tbh, but shhhh.)

Photos I used for reference under the cut.

Ghost walked with death as his shadow, but Johnny, Johnny, was life itself. To see those eyes sparkle with mischief when pranking Cap and Gaz. Ghost telling just another bad joke just to hear him chucke or scoff at him. And when Johnny sometimes told his own, Ghost could hear the smile in his voice, he would play it back in his head over and over again.

In some ways they were opposites, like yin and yang: loud and silent, theatrical and blunt, but at the same time, they were so alike. Reacting before the other even had to think on a mission, thinking the same thing, having the same plan. Both of them were equally eager to pursue Graves and Shadow Company when they betrayed Task Force 141. To them it was personal, whatever the book said.

And if things got a bit messy on the battlefield, the other was the first to praise their handiwork along with those big eyes of his in Johnny's case. What if Ghost started to choose his knife more often in front of him? Just to see the younger one look at him just like that, like he was a piece of art, painted in blood and dirt. As if Johnny wasn't scared of him, his violence, but appreciative of it, him. That he saw something in the dark depths of the mask of Ghost that was worthwhile.

So what if everytime the sergeant saved him a seat, he took the chance to just sit next to him. To bask in the life that surrounded Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. And maybe, maybe Simon felt a bit more alive then. Just maybe.

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[Hello I'm just getting a feel for the characters and their relation to one another, like planning a fanfic but I'm just really enjoying the planning stage and might not do the actual writing, so enjoy this little thing about Soap (and I) being very appreciative of Ghost's knifework]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️MWiii spoilers I don't mention anything specific just that I'm sad!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

WHAT THE HELL I JUST WANTED TO WATCH YOUTUBE NOT WATCH A SPOILER THAT MADE ME SOB!! *ugly sobbing*

I fucking hate you, but I love you

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Here we go again. Favorite boys × escape room round 2.

Part 1

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after the first incident, there was a sit down. Soap shows ghost videos on how you're supposed to do escape rooms

Soap: "see love, we do puzzles and try to escape like that once we ave found the keys. This isn't a Russian prison for fucks sake"

Ghost: "well you didn't specify that. You said escape, I escaped."

Soap: "..."

Ghost: "..."

Soap: "I love you but you're a menace."

fast forwards a few months, and they are signing a waver at another escape room, one that didn't have a ghosts photo up on a ban wall like he was a wanted criminal. They are then guided to a room with a metal door closing behind them. Yes, soap got one with a metal door, a passive jab at ghost and the past incident that he was never going to live down. (Johnny has a picture on his phone of ghosts banned picture that he has saved as his home screen)

The room is nice. It's a cabin themed escape room. The room was a big living room that was nicely furnished. With mutiple deer antler mounted above the fireplace.

(Reference)

Soap: *Currently reading the clue they were given to start*

Soap: "hey ghost, I think we should-"

Ghost: *Currently punching in the 3 digit code*

Soap: "ghost, I told ye we can't just guess-"

Soap is soon cut off by the click of the lock coming undone and the box opening

Soap: "how the fuck-"

Ghost: *starts a rant on how each of the deer antler mounts had a different number of tines and that there were exactly 3 over the fire place*

Soap: "ye right-"

Soap: *still convinced that his boyfriend just guessed he reads the clue. The clue telling them to look above the fireplace.. where the deer mounts were..*

Soap: "well I'll be damned.. that's one key then. Good job si."

Soap: *is genuinely impressed since ghost didn't even read the clue yet*

Ghost: *isn't showing it but is super happy that soap is impressed*.

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That's all I got for now. The next part i may expand on more of soap being a quick thinker (since he's a demolition expert). Once again, thanks for reading and feel free to leave comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism. And cred to @shythalia who commented the metal door suggestion and @littleredhotsridinghood for telling me to write part 2.

I had a thought. I may expand on said thought later but for now I'll keep it simple. Ghoap x escape room.

It was soaps idea. Booked an escape room with his boyfriend because fuck it. They get started and ghost, bless his soul, takes the term "escape as fast as you can" far too serious.

Soap: *is fiddling with a padlock* "Aye ghost, did ye find the code-"

Ghost: *punches through the door and opens the lock*

Soap: *torn between being attracted and annoyed since there was no way in hell they weren't gonna get kicked out*

Ghost: *realizing he fucked up the second soap looked at him*

*on the way home*

Ghost: "they said escape as fast as we could-"

Soap: *interruping him* "the fuckin code ghost. We were supposed to do the puzzles an find the code ye wank."

(First post. Idk how to type out how soap or ghost speak so bare with me on this one.)

Part 2

141's Princess (Someone is flirting with Kyle?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Soap can vouche for the following information, as someone that befriended Gaz the moment he laid eyes on him and who knows almost every deep secret.

Kyle Gaz Garrick doesn't know when people are flirting with him.

Soap knows that this is a fact, an historical one at that, because the scott was victim of such condition. It took soap saying directly that he was flriting with Gaz for 1) the man understand the situation 2) for gaz to flirt back. After that, he found out that Gaz is very good at flirting and amazing at dirty talking.

Anyways, it's more like Gaz thinks that people won't flirt with him from the start, like he knows he's not like soap, funny and sociable, he's quieter likes alone time and prefers to be in the background. Gaz became a source of quiet for soap when he needed, a silent support for Price in anxious times, and a sleep partner for Ghost when his insomnia was at it's worse. Gaz was a pillar in their little relationship and someone they treasure any time they can.

No one flirts with Gaz, and so the 141 didn't even phantom that such thing would happen, they were secure - not only because of Gaz lack of flirt detector, but because gaz was their little treasure - that no kind of that action was needed.

On this day, soap was baffled. He was siting next to price in the mess hall, food eaten just waiting for the older man to finish, they were with gaz but the man had something to do so he left early. He looked towards the entrance of the mess, squinted his eyes and-

Was that someone flirting with Gaz?

Soap was the person with the most knowledge of flirting, so he was not mistaken in his hypothesis. No, that was a man ready to use all his cards on the oblivious and polite sergeant that was his Gaz.

"Hey, Cap" Soap nudge the olders arm, making him almost choke on his food, that earned him a glare from Price, but that wasn't important "sorry! But someone is flirting with your baby" Soap said while pointing to the entrance.

"Wha-" Price looked at the entrance and there, lo and behold, a visiting sergeant that price should really know the name but doesn't remember, is standing way too close to his baby (yes, Kyle is always gonna be his baby) with a smirk, dark eyes and hands way too touchy, trying to flirt with Gaz the best he could. However, Gaz was just standing there, hands to himself polite smile that did not reach his eyes "he doesn't even realize that he's flirting with him."

"Cap, please, I told him his ass was a dessert that I wanted to taste and he said thank you, I had to tell him I was trying to flirt with him."

Price shrugs "that settles it. GAZ, COME HERE." Price called out to the sergeant, who politely excused himself from the other man to the table.

"Yes, sir?" Gaz asked sitting on the chair next to the captain, who then pulled him flush against his side.

"I was just saving you from the excessive flirting over there."

Gaz made a confused sound "flirting? Sergeant Williams wasn't flirting with me."

Both Price and Soap blinked once, twice at him, disbelief written all over their faces "aye, Gaz, kitty, you telling me that you think he was being nice out of his own violation and not chasing that ass?"

"Jesus Soap not everyone is as horny as you. And yes he was being nice, he was asking some questions about our training method and how we teach the rookies."

Price raised a brow "and the smirk, lip licking, lidded eyes, hands on your arms didn't give it away?"

"What? Soap was and is like that too! He might have been a very touchy person!"

"Gaz I was trying to get into your pants, and I'm still actively doing that"

Gaz huff and stood "you are being ridiculous! He's just being friendly! Besides he probably wants Soap and not me! Anyways, I have to go, see you on movie night in Price's room."

"We gonna have a movie night?"

"NOW WE WILL!" Gaz answered back already out of the mess hall.

Price and Soap sat there for a while, reliving that interaction that left them hopeless and amazed. Sometimes, it didn't settle on them that Gaz was oblivious to an unreachable level, but when this kind of things happened they realized all over again and celebrate their milestones because how did they snatched such oblvious prick as their boyfriend?

"That was interesting."

"Ye know what's gonna be interesting?" Soap asked, standing from his chair. Price tilted his head in answer and the scott continued "when Ghost sees that dude flirting with Gaz."

Ah. That. They forgot about that.

141's Princess (Someone is flirting with Kyle?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

There was a spoken rule (yes, very spoken) that none is allowed to flirt with sergeant John Soap Mactavish.

Soap was a lovable person, nominated by popular vote the 141 base sweetheart. He was kind, funny, sociable, easy to talk with, open to everything, helpful and good with the rookies. The 141 always sent Soap to greet newcomers and visiting soldiers because they wanted to spread a positive image, and they always liked Soap the best.

The consequences of being such lovable and social person was the flirting. Soap had at least three cases of flirting per week, either from new rookies or from a visiting sergeant or liutenant or whatever. Soap knew they were flriting he wasn't that oblivious has people deemed him to be. He likes to flirt back to a certain level, but it's fun banter for him, but he also knows when to stop and back down, and also knows when someone starts to be a little obsessed.

However, to those unfortunate souls, the 141 also knows that people flirt with Soap, all the time. But each has their own reactions.

Price lets him be. He has an immense trust in the scott that was earned through life-death situations and many vulnerable moments. He also knows that Soap realizes what he's doing, so Price is confident that Soap will tell him if things get out of hand. That doesn't mean that he won't pull the sergeant closer when that happens.

Gaz acts like a jealous lover in a playful way. He also trusts Soap a lot, he has also seen the way Soap handles this situations and he knows that the scott won't let it go far. But when they are together and that happens (which is most of the times because soap and gaz come in pair) Gaz acts like he's a jealous teenager, pouts and pulls Soap closer until they are in each other's lap.

Now Ghost...that's a whole different story. He's the reason that the spoken rule of not flirting with Soap was established. It's a known fact that Soap is Ghosts favorite in the base, between the 141 Ghost is loving towards all of them but tends to lean towards Soap more and they were okay with it after a long talk. That to say that Ghost has a "Someone is flirting with soap" sensor that tingles when that happens and as fast as he can he's there scaring the shit out of the person. He looms behind soap until the person gets the fuck out. He nominated Soap's guard dog, and one more reason to fear Ghost was added.

There's this spoken rule, but every one still tries their way with soap. But Sergeant Williams, one of the recent visiting sergeants from other base, wasn't looking for sergeant mactavish.

Williams found Soap funny and cute, like every first impression that the sergeant gives. He could see the charm, but wasn't enough to make him chase Soap like most people he saw doing it. No, who he wanted was the dark skin beauty that was quietly smiling behind Soap when they greeted him.

Sergeant Garrick was his name, code name gaz. Yes, he was quiet but cute, all smiles and very polite, in Williams eyes it was his perfect match. Soap was too much for him, but Gaz was just perfect.

Williams approached his liutenant Rogers, who arrived first in the base, in the mess all "So the sergeant-"

"Don't even try it. Sergeant soap is off limits, unless you want to experience Ghost wrath, then go ahead I ain't gonna save you."

"Okay..." damn, Ghost was weird jesus, poor guys that didn't know about this " but I wasn't talking about soap, I was talking about the other sergeant."

"Who? Gaz?" Williams nodded "I don't know...he's quiet, kind and nice. He helps out a lot and teaches well, but not that outstanding like soap."

"So...no weird liutenant at his back chasing people away?"

"No? Wait, you gonna try for him?" Rogers asked curious.

"Yeah! He's exactly my type, and since he doesn't seem to have anyone protecting him like soap, maybe he will accept my advances"

"You can always try, I guess"

Williams was in his lucky day.

This is amazing. Amazing is an understatement, it's glorious and beautiful and really good soup.

(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

The TIME I’VE SPEND DREAMING OF THIS—-

worth the wait 💒 ✨

I don’t post as much but hey

My mind is going all over the place in writing a fanfic with ghost as a fucking cowboy who’s maybe a bounty hunter and soap is who’s just there or is he also a bounty hunter or a criminal.

Like ghost will see soap and say hi to him as he makes it into a town and soap will say hi but some times ghost will see soap in the next town which he doesn’t remember telling him or when he’s traveling with the man he caught and has to bring to the sheriff who’s probably price and deputy gaz.

But all he know is that soap is the on the trail which he finds interesting that the man can find ghost or find the area that’s he’s in.

Idk it’s been in my head a bit I might and might not write it out.

Just let me know if y’all do or not

can you draw more gay people

what these ones

Patched up nap

Making terrible financial decisions is my passion

I caved

I am not immune to the babygirl

And the fact that soap was exactly like this, building a relationship with ghost but it’s all gone now that he’s dead :(((

BUT LETS PRETEND AND IMAGINE HES ALIVE

YEAH!! :D