A Wip From Yesterday. Still Don't Know What Kind Of Hair They Should Have. I'm Running Out Of Ideas...

a wip from yesterday. Still don't know what kind of hair they should have. I'm running out of ideas...

(I'll probably change the eye colour too)

“Ghost?” Soap asks as he pulls open the door, knife still in hand, baby still wailing. “What are ye doin’ here?”

“What am I doing here?” Ghost throws back at him, brows creased and eyes downright murderous, the kind of look that back at base would mean Soap is about to run laps until he pukes. “You just disappeared for a bloody week, Johnny! Didn’t even tell Price where you were going, aren’t answering your fuckin’ phone, what the hell do you think I’m doing here?”

“Right,” Soap says because yes right, he has a vague memory of Ghost texting him, but he also doesn't really have a clue where his phone is right now and he definitely wasn’t aware it’s been a week until he just mentioned it. For a moment Ghost looks like he’s going to take him by the shoulders and shake, and then his eyes land on Joey, and he frowns harder as if he only just noticed that Soap is holding a screaming child.

“You knock someone up, Johnny?” he asks and it sounds oddly offended but mostly like he’s taking the piss, so Soap is about to tell him to fuck off when there’s a loud crash from the bathroom, followed immediately by a high shriek. He whips around, trips over one of Cass’ tiny toddler-sized shoes, and nearly impales himself on the damn knife if it wasn’t for Ghost grabbing him by the arm to hold him steady.

“Give me the baby,” Ghost says like he says give me that gun when they’re hunched over in the dirt, bullets flying past their heads, so Soap does.

to you i can admit (that i'm too soft for all of it)

[read on ao3]

ship: john "soap" mactavish/simon "ghost" riley

words: 19 220, completed

tags: mw iii fix-it, set between danger close and trojan horse, kid fic, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, getting together, ghost fell first, soap fell harder, ghost is just some guy (tm), jk this still has 09 ghost backstory, fellas is it gay if the superior officer you've been lowkey flirting with for four years drops everything to help u raise ur sisters kids, this is both a hallmark movie and me processing grief so godspeed, canon- typical violence, mentions of past childhood abuse, not beta read we die like- qunshot

For the Prince!Soap Knight!Ghost

maybe soap gets kidnapped by a rival kingdom and ghost rescues him (ofc soap had it under control bc ghost is such a good teacher),

or just soap slipping away from some pretentious party to get away from all the snobs and he runs to ghost to hang out.

Just my thoughts.

ok here's the situation: my school is doing a student Lit. magazine. there is an option for short fiction, the only requriement is that is doesn't exceed 3500 words. I've been convinced to submit a gay, military fic

here are some of my options, also feel free to give other suggestions bc im kinda running out of ideas :(

I can use the mind reading soap experimented post

I can use they cyber-city post that's been sitting partially finished in my drafts since august

i can do an open-ended, kinda ambiguous post-death convo either between A) soap and death abt leaving ghost [post mw3 maybe] or B) onesided convo between soap and ghost [one alive one a literal ghost]

I can figure out how to expand on prince!soap and knight!ghost

something else of your suggestion

also I will need someone to A) let me scream at about whatever option I do, and give me honest feedback even if it's to tell me it looks like shit. and B) maybe a couple people to beta read

Please REBLOG for more exposure

I'll post the story here and to ao3 once ive submitted it

studying is fucking hard...

blueberries!!

Drew my pfp some time ago and forgot about it. Now I've found it again! :D

ghost : why don't emo kids like high fives?

soap : why?

ghost : 'cause they're always left hanging.

soap : nice.

soap : I made a website for orphans. it doesn't have a home page.

ghost : haha.

ghost : why'd my dad go to jail?

soap : why?

ghost : beats me.

soap : simon --