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Ghoap x the great gastby
John Mactavish was a young man, he was hardworking, carefree and hopeful for the future, he moved in next door from “Mr. Riley”, no-one knew who mr riley was, there was speculation that he was a rich prince or a killer or a war hero. No-one knew. Until Johnny was invited to one of his partys and slipped into his hardened heart.
Mr riley allowed Johnny to call him Simon, told him about how he ran away from his abusive father to make a name for himself.
he was the only man who met simon riley and he fell in love with him
“I want what they have” Except one of them is always dead 😔
too many cod brainrot ideas. i will let anyone write this if it inspires them just give me credit for the idea please :)
what if ghost never met soap properly. like, he only knew soap as a marine who got shot in one of the 141's missions. like, soap is so forgettable, because they never interacted before, that he totally forgets who soap is, his name everything. when soap dies, he supports price, but him and gaz never really knew soap, so they just kinda forget about the guy after a while. unbeknownst to him, Simon's family and soap protect ghost from any outside harm while hes alive. ghost, ofc, cant see them but reeeaaallly weird things continuously happen.
(ex. he gets shot, and the bullet, although high powered, stops right before the femoral artery, when it should have went right through, and possibly shattered the bone. he would have bled out in less than 12 minutes, but somehow he's still alive. or, like that one time him, price and gaz were in a car {price driving, gas being in the passenger and ghost being in the back} on the way to a pub for a little drink and some food, when they get hit by a drunk driver. the driver hit on Simon's side, and he was going fast enough that the car warped and by all accounts SIMON SHOULD BE DEAD.... but he isnt.)
its miraculous, and the 141 slowly start wondering how ghosts luck went from shit, to all of a sudden really good? the 141 start trying to experiment with ghost gadgets, and they discover Simon's family and this marine hes NEVER HEARD OF is protecting him.
Simon has scars, Simon has trauma-- Okay so imagine this.
Trauma often causes your body to break down not just mentally, but physically. Often, in the most extreme cases of trauma, your brain gets rewired to think/act/and distribute electro signals a certain way. Childhood trauma has been studied so intensively, that doctors have determined it can also suppress vital bodily functions, like digestion or even your immune system, possibly causing autoimmune disorders.
Me, I'm 21, with a couple of different disabilities from my trauma, so I'm drawing from experience.
What if, and hear me out, Simon starts, gradually over the next couple of years, getting some weird joint pains. Just, like it feels achey, and not quite right. Like he was down with a cold. It comes and goes, and he's not entirely sure when it started. He's always sort of had joint pains, I mean, look at his job? It's not only incredibly intense, and taxing physically AND emotionally, but he constantly is over working his joints. So, he thinks nothing of it.
Except, over the next few months it doesn't go away like he thinks. Oh well, right? He goes to the med bay, they check his symptoms, they check everything, and just simply find nothing. They have no reason to do blood work, or x-rays. He's not injured, and it doesn't sound like he's pulled anything or snapped any tendon. They tell him if it persists, to come back in. They give him Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, and a N-SAID to trade off between the three, and help with any swelling or discomfort. All Simon's symptom points to, is the over work of the joints. I mean, hell, he's been in the SAS for years now, with about a decade or two of more service on top of that. He's considered old by the SAS, almost at the stage where they'd pull him off the field if he even sprains an ankle. So, he doesn't think anything of it, and refuses to go to med bay.
Without failure, the symptoms just sort of pile up gradually over the next four years. The joint pain is accompanied by stiffness and swelling. The joints, primarily in all his finger joints, wrists, and knees hurt, are red, and hot to the touch. His left hip is starting to get painful enough that he has to stretch and stay in his room for the first hour-and a half when he wakes. Otherwise, he'd be seen hobbling down the hall and that isn't good. He'd surely be sent to med bay.
So, Simon deals with it. Until one night, he's on a mission, and his joint stiffness catches up to him. Johnny has to help move him when they get under fire, and his hands and fingers hurt so bad he can't properly grab the gun and fire it. It takes him a few minutes, but he eventually returns fire. Johnny having seen the struggle, reports it to Price, who almost immediately sends him to med bay to get almost every fucking test done under the book.
"Obviously it's not just joint pain and stiffness of age anymore, Simon. I need you to be 100% out on the field. If not for you, then for Johnny. For the team."
Simon thinks it was pretty shitty of Price to use Johnny and the team against him, but it does the trick. He gets there, and spills almost everything to the doctor he saw last time. The doctor is shocked and appalled Simon never told him anything, and Simon tells him the medicine worked at first, as did the braces that he recommended for the joint support, but it just kept getting worse.
They do X-Rays, and blood work, and they find out Simon has a fairly common autoimmune disorder. Although, it's not the kind he wants to hear because it will result in a medical discharge.
"Rheumatoid Arthritis? You're bloody joking. My hand isn't all fucked up and weird looking doc. I can move my hand just fine."
"You can right now, but if you don't get the proper treatment, along with a transfusion for your knee... it will progress. Probably to the point you're bed bound."
The doctor calls in the team on behalf of Simon's request, and well, they try to find a way around it. At least, Gaz and Soap do. But before they exhaust all their options, Price offers to talk to the higher ups to see what the stance would be on moving Simon from an operator, to more of a coordinator like Kate. Where he would be able to do missions every one in a while, but not over exert himself to the point a flare-up is triggered and he is left in a dangerous position once again. The higher-ups agree, not wanting to lose the infamous Ghost.
So, there we go. :) That's my little tid-bit, take it as you want. And like always, if you enjoy the idea, please like/reblog, and if you want to build off the idea for your own AU or things, just tag me if you use specifics!! ((If you have any questions about RA, please drop them in my box and I will try to answer when I have the time!!))
"Why do you put up with me? Because you're fire... And I've been cold my whole life." - A.R Asher
You don't need to change for the right person, you're enough.
he was waiting for his goth bf to pick him up
You're okay. You're here. I'm here.
Take it off ?
Thinking about
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Noticing special bout him just thinking of his face :')
Not much here's some ghoap too
Hyperfemm soap x butch ghost
Also,
T4T hyperfemm soap x butch Ghost
I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt
SOAP BEING CLINGY
If there is one thing about me, it is that I am a large MacTavish family truther
That man has at least five siblings, twelve aunts and uncles, twenty-seven cousins, and more nieces and nephews than he can reasonably count
Whenever he goes home for leave, he has at least one child hanging off of him at all times
He was an uncle by the time he was nine years old and was an uncle nine times over by the time he enlisted at the age of sixteen
The MacTavish household is consistently louder than a jet engine and Johnny maintains that the majority of his hearing loss comes from his family instead of the demolitions range
His town is 50% MacTavish and every time he goes to the shops, he spends four hours catching up with everyone he meets because they’re all extended relatives
MacTavish family reunions last a week and a half because it’s the only way everyone has time to actually talk to each other
He’s not a yapper at heart but he was forced to be almost as soon as he was born because he spent his entire life surrounded by at least seventeen people from sunrise to sunset
Simon Riley has never been more overwhelmed, nor more doted on, in his entire life
DC inspired crossover/au
A collection of very old half finished doodles Not sure if I'll ever do anything more with this so might as well post them
|| Soap/Harley Quinn | Ghost/Poison ivy | Gaz/Catwoman ||
Cringe but free
OH MY GOD.
the AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT I FELT FROM THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. ITS LITERALLY UNREAL.
I COULD CRUMBLE IN ON MYSELF, IMPLODE, PERISH FROM THESE FEELINGS.
this
is writing, art, if you must.
I absolutely look forward to more of this, kudos.
GhostSoap AU Concept - blind love
Soap is an army vet who lost his sight in an explosion. He now works as a masseur, he's good with his hands and his options are limited.
Ghost is a scarred, disfigured man in pain with insecurities he hid behind thick walls and a mask.
Ghost's body is a mess of injuries old and new, he can't even remember what it's like to not be in pain but always pushes through it. That he's getting older doesn't help either.
Until his back locks up mid mission and he's left in pain that has him limping and wincing.
Price has had enough of him dodging the question and actually orders him to get it looked at. Ghost refuses. First, he will not take off his shirt in front of a stranger, and he most certainly will NOT let a stranger touch him.
Price sighs and says he knows just the place.
If it wasn't an order Ghost wouldn't be here, no way in hell. He's just gonna go in, tell the guy to say he was here and leave.
It's a small parlour, if it can even be called that. A small two story building with a tiny waiting room and a door leading to the back.
But it was at the edge of town away from the bustle of the city, the wilderness literally just across the river next to it.
It helped a bit, the place being so out of the way. Ghost appreciated privacy, after all.
There was no one in the waiting room, but the door jingled when he entered. Soon enough a voice yells 'with you in a sec!', accent thick and Scottish.
THAT was unexpected. He was expecting a woman, possibly old and creepy. It helped a little bit more.
Then the door to the back swung open and he lost his breath a little.
The man walks out with a beaming smile, hair in a fkn mohawk that somehow looked great on him, built like a damn rugby player.
But it was his eyes.
A striking deep blue, but clouded.
At Ghost's silence the man's smile is a bit more forced. "I can tell you're there, ya know."
Ghost snapped out of his daze and stuck out his hand in greeting, then felt like a fking idiot and yanked it back. "It's Ghost, I mean, Simon. Price called about me."
"Ah. The lieutenant! Price told me you might be a flight risk," he chuckled, but somehow it didn't feel condescending or cruel as laughter towards him usually was. It was friendly, warm.
He felt entirely off kilter.
"I'm John MacTavish, call me Soap." He stuck out his hand. Ghost took it and shook, feeling callouses on his soft hands.
"Kind of name is Soap?"
Soap smiled. "It was my call sign. Was called by it so long anything else feels odd."
"You're military?"
"Was. Just entered SAS when," he gestures at his eyes with a strained smile.
Ghost didn't know how to respond, which Soap must've picked up on too cause he quickly followed with a "So! Shall we get started?"
Without waiting for a response, Soap walked to the back, Ghost snapping out of it and following after a beat.
He stood in the doorway and looked around. It had soft lighting, soft music from somewhere that sounded almost Celtic, it smelled... Amazing. Gentle and warm, but no distinct scent he could place.
Soap was moving around with precision, washing his hands and putting things ready.
Ghost had fully intended to go through with his plan - pay the masseuse to tell Price he was here then leave. Maybe buy a heat patch form the pharmacy.
But here, now, in this room with Soap - a veteran who'll understand, who can't see how ugly disfigured he is...
He decides to give it a chance. For the first time since he became a dead man, he's going to get out of his shell and try to take care of himself, to stop waiting for his inevitable death and actually work towards getting better.
In the best hands he could wish for.
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their asses are not dating when he does this
So a bit ago I took a break from the COD fandom, and social media, and picked Animal Crossing back up to de-stress. And then oopsie, I made a profile for Ghost, and made him a resident on my island! And I couldn't leave Soap out, well now I can force the boys on little dates!
A little aquarium trip, followed by a moonlit stroll through the mountains ❤
ghostcore
i refused to stay buried because i love you why are you running
