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GRRRRRRRAAAAAGHHHH MY BABBY MY FAVORITE I LOVE HIM HE DESERVES THE WORLD💞💞💞

(yes I love him, yes he is my favorite, yes he deserves the world)

soap

inspired by @/wobbuuu on twt | original

AUGH MY BABY

I could read 100 fics about Soap being told to shut up and trying desperately to change himself to the point of self-distraction and still not be bored of this trope.

Original by: @sorry-but-no-sorry

Thank u for making this 🖤🧡

Best type of mental support, hug from scottish man.

God i love him so mutch, in mw2 (09) he was the best, and they made him even better in mw2 (22)

SHE FUCKING ATE THEM 🤭

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.3

I got cold called while writing this but at least that's over with LMAO

The boys kept an eye on the cat for the next few days. Not that much happens; they haven't seen a peep of the girl they found in the attic, but maybe that was a good thing. If this cat could turn human, and only did so involuntarily when weak, then her non-human-ness could mean she was getting better. Or so they hoped.

Poor thing constantly sniffled and hardly ate, and Gaz had gone the length of getting cans and cans of wet cat food (--after a debate, of course, because they weren't sure what to feed you). But all the kitty insisted on doing was sit in Soap's bed (because he was still kicked out), and making a fuss whenever they got too close. Not scratching, because she had no energy to, but hissing with stubborn abandon. And it had already been so long before Price marched in to grab her by the scruff--in his worry-motivated frustration, of course--scolding:

"Look, you tiny devil. Either you eat something, or you go back to the barn. Got it?"

The cat gives him a blank, unbothered stare, then sneezes hard, sending a splatter of wet whatever-that-was across his beard. And she licks her tiny chompers as though happy with herself--content with the scrunched nose and deepened frown of the man holding her. Gaz gags; Soap snorts.

But she nods.

The sergeants do a double take.

"Was that--" Gaz begins, only to shake his head. "So you can understand us when you're..." He gestures up and down. "Like this?"

The cat glares at him, then wriggles free from Price's grip, onto the floor where she stretches languidly and licks her paw. She then trots past Gaz to head off to the kitchen, where she methodically--one by one--opens each cabinet to search through them.

"Would ya look at that," Soap grins, seeing her pick out a snack, then sassily close one of the cabinets with a hind leg. "Made herself right at home. Say, Gaz, maybe you'll get to keep her after all."

"Dunno if that's for us to decide," Gaz mutters. "'Less she decides to adopt us. And uh-- no offense, sir," he smiles sheepishly, looking over at Price, who's busy wiping the liquid from his face, "I don't exactly think we're in her good graces."

"You think?"

As soon as the cat hopped back in bed, she put her front legs up, and drew one claw on each paw. The middle ones.

AKA--fuck you.

Gaz returns the cat food the day after.

I did another thing- ((don't know how to Price) finished product at the end!)

1 (an au of mine)

2 (birb gaz and probs dragon Price-)

Finished product! (I added 3 real peeps in this - me, Bread and my first crush on a woman.)

James was not always drawn as an old man. Original him was a way younger.

Mark-john is French. While Trisha and Mets are Russian and I head cannon Roach as a partial redhead :)

hanahaki part 3

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

Bishop got in with the medics who rushed to Laswell and help her onto the gurney.

"Half of the base is damaged and some of them are still here." Bishop informs them. "One of you can go with Kate."

"I'll stay." Roach tells them. "I haven't been on a mission for a while."

"Guess I'll go with laws." Gaz walked away with Kate to the transport to the hospital.

Ghost took Roach to the helipad leaving the taking over the base back to Agent Bishop.

The helicopter arrived and they got on. Killing the pilot and co-pilot as they were wearing the wrong uniform and took their seats and flew to where Soap and Price were.

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Soap knew the place well and struggled to carry the bleeding, passed out captain on his back. He made a stop at a coffee shop, placed the captain on a somewhat untouched sofa and searched for supplies. He searched the kitchen when he heard Price speak again. He ran back to him.

"Cap! Hang on." Soap helped the captain to sit up.

"Wh-what'-ss happening?" He tried to ask Soap.

"Makarov shot you and my comms are somewhat down and yours is broken. I carried you here." Soap replied. "Come on. Turn I gotta disinfect it." Soap didn't care that his accent is coming back.

Price tried to take off his vest and then turn, so Soap helped him out. Soap got tot the wound and cleaned it and put bandages on him.

"Bullet is still in there. Once we get back you need surgery. " He stood up to throw away the bloodied cottons and fabric. " Here. Put it on." He hands price a clean shirt he found.

Price took it. " I got a question for you." Soap hums a reply. "What's your real name?" Soap stopped and looks at Price.

"Why do you ask?" And came closer with bottles of water.

"Makarov called you Ivanka and I want to know why." Price took a bottle. "Before the others are going to question you."

Soap stayed silent for a bit. "Ivanka MacTavish." He replied to him. "Real's name Ivanka Machavish." (Accent! Btw)

Price looks a t him, eyes soft like a father's. Johnny looks away. Price then starts to feel like he's about to pass out again. Johnny took notice.

He helped Price to lay down. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you when we're leaving." He told him before John passed out for the second time that day.

Night fell and Soap woke up the captain for as they both got back onto the road to avoiding the enemy.

They got only a third of the path to the safehouse when Soap coughed the petals out, again.

"You need rest." Price tells his sergeant.

"The team needs you mo'e 'han me. Le's get our asses to the safe house." Soap replied and continued walking with Price.

They both walked and walked, talking about random subjects to entertain and keep the other awake. A few enemy solders were walking around looking for them two but died by Soap and Price's hands.

The sun was rising and they hid away in a abandoned hotel, Soap let Price sleep first as he is the most injured out of the two.

Ghost and Roach searched the places they been in the air and then they landed. They continued to search on foot.

The two found dead solders and a note book at some Café. Ghost recognized it as Soap's.

Near the notebook, there was blood and two empty bottles of water.

"They were here," Roach spoke. "Both alive."

"One dying. There's a lot of almost dried blood." Ghost pointed out. "Let's go. They might have not gone far." They continued to search for them as Nik flew around before going back to base for refill.

Price woke up to Soap coughing again but this time one month was up and to the petals there was blood.

"Soap-" Price put a hand on the other. "I'll take watch. No need to torture you longer." Soap relentlessly agreed and lied down to get some shut eye.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

While Kate Laswell got taken to the hospital and into surgery, making Gaz wait for Kate's wife to arrive and for Kate to stay alive after the surgery. He called her wife and gave her the address.

They both stood worried waiting around the waiting room for a few hours before a doctor came in and asked for Laswell's wife. She replied by asking how she is and the man replied.

"I am truly sorry, but your wife is dead." The man gave them an apologetic look. " We tried everything. The trick you did, sergeant worked for a while, of it lasted a bit more, maybe she'd lived."

Laswell's wife hugged Gaz as she cried onto his shoulder.

"I guess I'll call Ghost and tell him." The doctor led them to where Kate's body is and waited outside so the two of them can have a moment.

Ghost sat down to where Soap probably sat at and gets a call. He answers it and puts it at his  ear.

"Ghost speak-" "Laswell's dead." Gaz spoke pushing back tears. "What?"  "She's dead, Simon." Gaz's voice bit more broken and sad. "She- she can't be."  "I'm sorry mate, but it's true." The Ghost hung up the call and looks at Roach.

Roach looks back to Simon with concern. "Laswell's dead..." Simon told him. "She's not- she-" Gary went to hug him as Simon cried, The non-physical Ghost mask broken on the floor with Roach's.

Them both knowing that Price and Soap has no idea of what just happened.

Bonding Ch. 1

Ghost x Reader (gn)

A story in which you, ghost and soap go on a mission, a mission that was supposed to be in and out. But after the squad was ambushed, you and ghost are kidnapped. While trying to get out, you both get incredibly close. (The character representing you in the story goes by gender neutral pronouns)

CW: torture, violence, guns, interrogation, friends to lovers, nsfw, 16+ please

Multiple chapters

In the beginning, Ghost was as aloof with you as he was with everyone else in the squad. Never one to hold back on the dad jokes and friendly banter, he was always still just as reserved and just as mysterious.

Although, there seemed to be a new development between you and Ghost. Soap and the others noticed how Ghost would always prefer to sit next to you when traveling to and from missions; also noticing how he would grunt in annoyance if he couldn’t. They noticed when everyone was holed up in a safe house, how he would spare you a quick glance now and again in passing.

Yes, Ghost does care for everyone in the squad, but those small actions and others seemed to point that the mysterious British man might care slightly more for you in particular.

Currently, you and the rest of the squad were in the base’s cafeteria, everyone talking amongst each other except for Ghost, as the usual. You always tried to include Ghost into the conversation, sometimes asking for his input or his advice. Usually you only got a, “it’s stupid”, or, “I don’t think it’s that hard to believe.”

On the outside, Ghost looked unfazed, as always, but inside he thought you were the sweetest, too sweet for someone of his past, so sweet he was scared to get a taste; a taste he craved in the morning and into the night.

Today after you all finished eating, you would all be sent off on a quick mission. Infiltrate a Russian base, hack into their database to find out their future plans and how to counter them. A simple in and out.

But this simple in and out, would be anything but.

Getting up, you put your tray away and waved at the others, saying you would meet them in the plane before turning around to see Ghost looking at you.

“I still don’t believe soap actually managed to sleep with that girl, she’s like a B list model!” You chuckled, now walking down the hall with Ghost next to you.

You gave him a side glance before continuing, “have you ever screwed a model, ghost?” You asked, now looking up at him a little longer while you two walked.

He continued to look forward though, his voice unreadable. “Is that your business, Spirit?” You internally blushed, you always loved the way he said your code name in his accent.

You cleared your throat, “I’m just trying to get to know you a bit more Lieutenant, that’s all.” Right after you finished your statement, still looking up at Ghost, you felt his hand quickly grab your waist and move you to the other side of his body.

You failed to notice that because you weren’t looking where you were going, you nearly ran into an open door.

You swallowed hard, Ghost’s hand now retreating back to his side as you felt the phantom touch of his warm hands still on your side.

“Watch where you’re going Spirit, I can’t be your eyes all the time.”

You rolled your eyes, “well you’ll have to be on this mission soon. Watch and learn from a real hacking professional.”

You two were approaching the plane, the back opened as you two walked up; putting on your gear before sitting down and buckling in, Ghost following and sitting next to you; holding onto a sniper rifle close to his chest.

While you were going to hack into their computer system, soap would be escorting you there, and Ghost would scope out the exterior or through the few windows the Russian base had.

There was quiet banter between the squad, you and Ghost exchanging quick glances now and again.

———

“Nice and easy you two.” Ghost’s voice crackles through the radio, his scope following you and Soap as you both snuck in through a window.

“Nice easy my ass.” Soap grumbled back, walking slightly backwards to watch your back as you both slowly made your way to the room that had the computer you needed.

“I thought your ass liked it hard and rough,” you joked, chuckling under your breath. Soap made a gagging motion and bumped your shoulder with his gun.

Ghost left out a heavy exhale from his nose, which you guess was the closest you’d get for a laugh.

You felt warm inside, always seeking Ghost’s approval and being able to make him laugh filled you with pride.

Finally you made it to your destination, Soap staying put right on the other side of the door.

In the room there were many monitors, but one in the center. You sat down on the swivel chair that sat in front of the desk, and when you powered up the monitor, it asked for a password.

You took out a flash drive from a side pocket, unzipping the pocket and inserting the flash drive into the back of the main monitor.

After a few seconds, the password appeared in the inbox, once you clicked enter a “welcome” appeared on the screen with a loading wheel just below.

Once you were in, you clicked a button and spoke into the radio.

“Price, I’m in. Say the word and I’ll get what we need.”

A few seconds you heard Price’s voice, “good work Spirit, I can see the screen here. Go for it.”

The flash drive held a Trojan that could share the screen with an outside party.

You coded the Trojan to show the screen of whatever computer you hooked it to, to Price’s computer all the way back to base live.

This way there was no chance of losing the flash drive that holds the information needed, now all that was needed was Price recording his screen, saving the video recording, and taking the necessary information to the necessary people.

As you were sharing the Russian’s plans live with Price, your conversation was interrupted by Ghost’s grumbling but slightly concerned voice.

“Russians coming in. At least fifteen. Wait hold on-“ a few seconds later he chimed back in, “now at least eleven.”

Right after you also heard Soap knocking on the door, “I hear em coming! Hurry up Spirit!”

Fifteen seconds later you heard shots coming from Soap and the Russians who slowly made their way towards you both.

The sound of a smoke bomb went off, along with Ghost’s voice informing you both that there was an opening on the side of the building that looked clear.

Soap had already ran for said opening, trusting you would be right behind him. And you tried to be, but when you went to open the door it wouldn’t budge.

Jammed. You were stuck.

“Spirit where are you?” Soap yelled through the radio, just making it out of the building.

“Twenty more- seventeen more coming in through the front. Both of you are out yeah?” Ghost asked cooly.

“Spirit isn’t with me!” Soap yelled through comms.

Ghost’s heart dropped, sweat began to form on his forehead and palms. He knew you were a capable soldier, you wouldn’t be in the squad if you weren’t. But that was too many for anyone on their own.

“Leaving the eagle’s nest. I’m coming down to personally assist.”

Soap was holding onto every word, just waiting to hear you.

“I’m still here,” your voice came through, both men sighing in quick relief. “The door is stuck, they can see me in here. I only have my pistol.”

You were more of a computer person than a combat one, so when you did go on missions you usually only had a pistol or some smaller gun unless a bigger one was called for. This mission, it didn’t call for it.

“I can take out a few from the small window once they eventually break it. But I need help.”

“And help you shall get Spirit.” Ghost responded.

Soap had rounded a corner, looking down the hall where you were holed off, Russian after Russian yelling angrily as they try to get the door open.

One spotted him and pointed, and soon five soldiers were all shooting down the hallway at Soap.

Ghost entered the building through the front, sniping soldier after soldier through the chest and head before also being spotted.

Soon after one Russian soldier yelled out a word and through something at Ghost.

He wasn’t dumb he knew what it was.

Just as the grenade landed on the ground, the soldiers got the door open.

Both men on your squad heard your screams and pistol shots, threats and swears rapidly leaving your mouth.

Soon you were tased, rendering you stiff and helpless; one solider hoisted you up, and another came and knocked you out with the butt of his gun.

Ghost was too preoccupied with the grenade, it going off in the middle of your predicament, it was enough to knock him on his ass, his ears ringing, and his mind rattled. He could hear your muffled screaming and threats, angry Russian men yelling over each other, and Soap on the radio asking what to do.

On autopilot, Ghost said into the radio, “leave. Now. Base.”

Soap did as he was told, under the impression that ghost had it under control, like he always did. But he didn’t.

Ghost leaned on a wall as he slowly got up, realizing he was more fucked than he realized.

As he looked up, he saw he was surrounded by Russian soldiers, one holding you bridal in his hands.

Ghost felt fury as he saw you in another man’s arms, not that he was mad at you for it. He was mad it was anyone but him holding you.

The soldier’s noticed Ghost clenching his fist and reach for his gun, but they knew he was too disoriented.

One soldier quickly stood forward and delivered a nauseating punch to Ghost’s gut, making the tall British man stumble to his knees, soon after also being knocked out by the butt of a gun.

Neither did you both know how much hell you were going to endure. And how incredibly close it would make the two of you.