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NEW TO LIFE, john “soap” mactavish x fem reader

a/n: super short! I wound up having covid meaning I’ll have time to write till this wears off. feel free to request anything on my pinned post!

warnings: none!

A thought that never came to mind had coursed through your body. Causing every sensation of pain, but in the end being worth the pain and hard work. A newborn was now laid in your arms by the nurses. Gently swaddled in the hospitals best blanket and eyes shut indicating the pure bliss of your presence. You admired the infant, running your finger around its soft face, and pursed lips as it laid in your embrace.

You were who this kid would look up to, both you and John would be who he would go to in the future.

Johnny sat next to you, watching you admire his son. His hand reached to the baby’s head gently holding it as if the baby was breakable.

“He so beautiful” You mention quietly, just above a whisper not intending to wake him.

“That, I can’t argue” His grabbed one of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

Eventually you peeled your gaze off the baby and over to Johnny. You could tell he was eager to hold the him, looking at you with soft eyes as you gently moved to hand the baby over to him.

“Go on, he’s not made of glass yeah?” You smiled, sniffling as the last couple tears that remained on your face had stuck to your flesh.

Scooping him up, he had one hand holding the baby’s head, and the other supporting the torso. He looked at his child with intent, knowing that this was made by him and the love of his life. He resorted to holding the baby like how you had him hopping he would fall back asleep in Johnnys arms.

-

Not too much longer Soap noticed the dark circles under each of your eyes, and how your eyes struggled to stay open. He felt back, knowing all the pain you had gone through within the last two hours. Watching you feed him was hard enough, looking as if you would pass out in seconds.

You blinked your eyes back open to see Soap standing up kissing your head softly before speaking.

“Rest R/N, can’t stand to see ya so tired” You didn’t argue with him on that, you were extremely exhausted.

He grabbed the baby out of your arms before taking in some time with his son before deciding to lay the infant back in its basinet. Johnny really didn’t want to let his boy go, but he knew if he was sleeping in a chair for the night, the baby would be better off in the basinet. He kissed his head before lowering him down slowly.

“There ya go…” he smiled down at the baby once more before retreating back to his chair, watching over you for a few minutes as you slept before he also fell asleep.

REALITY OF FEAR, John “Soap” Mactavish

word count: 742

summary: fluff, angst; you two get separated on the riskiest and leathal mission. all you can think about is if johnny is making it out alive.

warnings: violence, fluff, angst, suspense? friends to lovers.

-

Fear; something you were sure you were immune to.

This was the mission. Some of you would make it out alive, some of you wouldn’t. For the first half you wondered who was making it out, who was dead and who was alive. You were separated from Soap according to the plan that way made. You and Price were placed together, and for a reason you weren’t sure. You were a sniper and heavy artillery expert, you should have been with Soap to back him and watch over him.

You waited hours, waiting to hear Soaps voice, but to no avail. You heard everyone but him. Your aim was getting worse the more you thought about it, and the more you told yourself to “pull it together and focus” the worse you became.

You didn’t know Soap was thinking the same about you. You and price finally got ambushed and found from where the two of you were firing shots, leading you two to pick off anyone in your way.

The trigger of your pistol clicked multiple times, emptying the rest of your rounds into someones body.

“Hey-“ Price grabbed your shoulder, making you turn and take a breath.

“I get it, but we need to focus. Your aim is sloppy…what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Soap…”

The two of you were good friends, but not together. You were worried and embarrassed for letting fear over come you.

“I know, and I had a feeling. I wondered myself if they were alive” he paused; “but worrying is gonna kill ya’.”

You nodded taking a deep breath, wiping the blood off your face and picking your sniper back up.

-

For the rest of the mission, you hadn’t heard anything. It would have came in on the radio if he was killed? Why wasn’t anyone saying anything?

The more you questioned the more you let yourself go, till finally it was over.

“Let’s get out of here…see who made it out” Price said sounding a little disappointed.

The ride back was long. It felt longer then it needed to be at least and your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him. If he was dead, how would that effect you? If he was alive how would you handle it? Till you made it back and you felt like the waiting was going on forever. Someone could have told you, why didn’t they? Maybe he was dead and they didn’t know how to say it?

The whirling of a chopper was heard, as you sat outside of base waiting to hear that same whirling noise for the last thirty minutes. Carrying yourself up the stairs you felt like crying. Over 6 hours of not knowing, you would finally have your answer. Did you want to know? Maybe you’d rather let it be unknown.

It didn’t matter now, you were already up to the top of the stairs standing there watching the chopper land. Once landed you seen that Ghost was alive, causing a smile to spread across your face. There was a little bit of hope.

A blooded arm reached for the handle, jumping down and looking at you with a huge smile. His beautiful smile the one you missed seeing for the last six hours. You dropped your weapon to the floor, running to Johnny and attempting to hold back the tears of happiness.

He held your lower back as you swayed back and fourth in that hug. You released your grip a little looking up to him.

“I waited and waited…Johnny I thought you were dead.” You confessed, it was embarrassing, but he didn’t care. He just moved his face closer to yours, placing his lips against the soft flesh of your very own.

“I’m sorry for making you wait lass” he said placing a kiss on your head.

“I’m proud of you,” he said. There was a bit of a pause, not knowing what exactly to say without saying everything.

“Come, let’s get your arm looked at yeah?” You nodded towards him and he followed.

Holding hands walking back down to the medic he confessed, something you weren’t expecting. Not now, not tomorrow, hell maybe not even in the next month. But he told you, and he had his reasons and intentions.

“I love you…you made me realize that today” You were quick to reply, there wasn’t a hesitation in your words, not even a stutter.

“I love you too Johnny.”

"Better late than never" part 13

Ghost gets tickled

(This might be a little different as I had a break from writing, I am still doing my exams!)

It might have been a typical day for everyone else, but for Soap it was an unusual one. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence to get such valuable information on Ghost. That bastard was ticklish.

They were sparring like always, showing rookies some take-down techniques. Soap was demonstrating how to properly pin somebody to the ground and immobilize them. That somebody being Ghost. Newbies were always surprised at how much Lieutenant Ghost was letting the sergeant do during sparring.

Soap had Ghost pinned to the mat on his stomach, his knee pressing on his bicep while sitting on his back and holding his other hand down. He was explaining to the soldiers around them what exactly he was doing and how to do it safely with their sparring partner when he noticed Ghost’s hoodie running up, revealing his skin.

That was definitely not something Ghost would be comfortable with if he was aware of it, so Soap wanting to correct the material grabbed it and accidentally brushed his skin with his warm fingers.

Ghost gasped and flinched away from the touch, definitely stifling a giggle. Soap froze as well as the rookies who now waited for the lieutenant to choke their favourite sergeant to death. They weren’t far off, as when the Brit realized what happened he send Soap flying of off him. He hit the mat with a grunt.

“Dismissed!” Yelled Ghost, glaring daggers at everyone in the gym. They all scattered away, not wanting to be anywhere near the man while he was getting off the mat.

“Ow..” Soap hissed, still lying on the floor. “What did ah do to ye?” He slowly sat up just to get hit in the face with a rug.

“Next time keep your bloody hands to yourself, sergeant.” 

Soap snickered at that. “Oh, I think ye enjoyed it, didn’t ya? What about that little chuckle?” He smiled devilishly, already trying to get closer to Ghost.

“Not a word, Soap.” 

But now that Soap had that information, he is not letting it down.

“Come on, Lt… ye are a tad ticklish, admit it.” The Scot grinned cockily and when close enough tried to jab at Ghost’s sides to tease him a bit. The masked man was faster though- he grabbed that hand before it even touched him and twisted it slightly.

“Ow, ow, ok, ok, I will stop!” 

“You try that one more time and I will put a knife up your arse and twist it around your intestines.” Ghost let go of Soap.

***

Soap didn’t listen. A vision of a knife up his ass wasn’t so bad if he got to make Ghost jump every time he walked near him, trying to tickle the older man.

It gets to the point where Ghost just simply refuses to spar with Soap because he played dirty. Trying to distract the lieutenant with the gentle brushes of his fingers. The gentle touches that made Simon’s hair stand up, goosebumps running up his arms with Johnny’s every attempt at tickling. Causing this giddy feeling in Ghost’s chest, butterflies gently tickling his tummy with their wings. The deep blush hidden under the hard mask, the flush running from his face down to his shoulders and chest.

Yeah…

Ghost liked it. He really liked it.

But Soap did this only in public. In the mess hall, in the gym, when they were on their way on a mission- always when there were other people around. Not even once did he attempt to do the same things when they were alone doing paperwork or just enjoying each other's company. Maybe… maybe then Ghost wouldn’t stop him, maybe then he would let it happen. 

He trusted Johnny with so much already that relaxing into it wouldn’t be even that hard. But whatever they had that Ghost was too scared to put a name to -  it was between them. Them and no one else.

So what was Ghost supposed to do? He wanted Soap to tickle him in private and maybe simply asking was the best option he had - no matter how embarrassing it would be, It was Johnny.

***

They were smoking cigarettes in Ghost’s room, both leaning on the windowsill trying to get as much smoke outside through the open window. 

Ghost had his balaclava off most of the time around Soap now, inhaling slowly the pleasantly bitter smoke and preparing mentally to ask the shorter man the awkward question.

“I thought ye hate smokin’ in yer room, Lt.” Soap blew some smoke out through his nose, turning his face to the open window.

“I am allowing it today.” Ghost took one last drag of his cig and squashed it on the wall leaving an ashy spot before tossing it into the trash.

The sergeant raised his brow. “Any special occasion for such generosity, Simon?” He finished his smoke as well and threw it out of the window to Ghost’s irritation.

Ghost sat on his bed and looked up at Soap just to avert his gaze when meet with the sky blue of Soap’s eyes. He found a loose thread of his blanket really fucking entertaining suddenly, playing with it between his fingers.

“Everythin’ alright?” Soap turned his head to the side, concern evident in his voice. He sat next to Ghost, putting his hand on the other’s man knee and squeezing lightly.

A shiver run through Simon.

“M’fine. I have a question though and Soap if you laugh I will kill you.” 

“Nah, ye won’t but sure, whatever it is.”

Ghost took a deep breath. “Why do you never tickle me when we are alone?”

Soap was a little taken aback by that. “What do ye mean? I value my throat, there is a smaller chance of you choking me to death in public than without the witnesses.” He chuckled. “What? Do ye want me tae?” Soap teased.

Ghost stayed quiet.

“Simon?” John squinted, trying to look Ghost in the eyes. “Do you? Want me to…?”

Ghost shrugged at first, then he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but ended up closing it again. Finally, he nodded.

Soap lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sure! Yeah, ah  can do that!” The sergeant was beaming with excitement. 

A smile appeared on Ghost’s face, a small shy smile. He swayed a little back and forth trying to deal somehow with the sudden excitement. “Ok-”

Soap’s hands were suddenly at his sides. Ghost gasped and instinct told him to swat his hands away, but he was pushed to lay on the bed before he could do that. 

Ghost wasn’t tickled in what felt like and could be forever so he was a giggling mess right of the start and Johnny laughed with him. To see Ghost like that was a gem. 

Soap wanted to discover where else his lieutenant was ticklish. He caressed the inside of Simon's knee and he bend over laughing, almost kicking Johnny in his face. Soap explored some more and then his hand travelled to Ghost’s neck.

But Ghost grabbed his hand, gently this time.

“Not there, Johnny.”

Soap nodded in understanding. “Ok, feel free to stop me whenever.” He wanted to resume, but Ghost was still holding onto his hands. “Si?”

Ghost blushed deeply and guided Soap’s hands under his shirt, shivering when skin touched skin. 

“Oh”

After that Simon as well as Johnny laughed and smiled for hours, savouring the intimacy and comfort they gave to each other. They were both in good hands.

+++

After Ghost had enough, they lay together on the bed, still giggling. Simon finally looked at Soap and realised that he was looking at him already.

"Now that ah know how nice does your laugh sound I will make sure to make ye laugh more."

“I already laughed more than for the whole…  year, Johnny. Thank you.”

They were in silence for a bit.

“Ghost?”

“Mhm?”

“Would ye let anyone else do this? All the things we have done together?”

“You know the answer,  Johnny”

....

….

“Ah’m glad I get to be that person, I hope ye know that.”

And Ghost knew, so he nudged Johhny’s pinky finger with his, hooking them together.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I know I took my time with it but I am really busy with life <3 Let's pray I still can write. Also, was that admission of feelings? Did they stop being idiots? I dunno, you tell me :D Comments really motivate me, so leave one if you feel like it <3

I went to scotland a couple months ago and behold the results

I think soap would make really good glitter bombs and it pisses off everyone. He uses black glitter for Simon :)