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hero-hoe · 27 days

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For the #1 Captain MacTavish enthusiast @brewed-pangolin after talking about that bubble butt 🥵🥵 I had a brain worm

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Vague smut, marriage kink, body and chest hair worship. PiV. Fem!Reader.

Captain John MacTavish who knows exactly what his body looks like, heavy muscles with a healthy layer of fat and even warmer layer of hair all over his body. The man is damn near furry, and he knows exactly how it makes you feel. You, the bonnie lass he met after retirement who he immediately had to wife up.

You, the sweet little thing he loves waking up to long after sunrise on lazy Sunday mornings Cuddled together in bed with you wearing his shirt, your soft thighs thrown over his thick ones, knees cradling his defined waist. One hand behind his head, tucked up under the pillow for extra comfort while the other guides your rocking hips. Letting your delicate hands grope at his chest, knowing you love his "hairy tits" as you once called them.

"That's it, hen. Doin' so good fer me." He groaned, eyes half lidded yet so full of love as he watched you grind yourself on his shaft so lazily. You'd both been at it all morning, the dark brown hair of his thighs now slicked to his skin with your juices. He loved seeing himself covered in you nearly as much as you loved toying with his hair.

Your deft fingers were carded under the loosely curled hairs on his chest, groping at his pecs for balance with every motion, tugging on the pelt of your warrior.

"Atta girl. Can feel ye gettin' close again." The hand comes out from behind his head, moving to cradle yours instead and push your face into his chest. A low moan left his throat when your teeth bit into his flesh, just hard enough to leave an indentation on the side of his breast. "C'mon, lass, be jus' let go fer me." He insists, moaning as you tug the hair on his chest once again in desperation. "Shh, ah ken is a lot, hen, but ma wife can take it, yeh? Ma perfect girl can give me one more."

He finished after you did, a few lazy bucks of his hips into your wet warmth while you bit and drooled into his chest, making a mess of the hair you had so neatly finger combed earlier that morning. He kept you on his lap once you were both done, reaching onto the nightstand for the water bottle you had left on his nightstand and encouraging you to drink.

A scarred hand smoothed down his frazzled chest hair once you were both adequately hydrated, letting out a disapproving tut. "Look at the mess ye made, love. Ma gorgeous wife had me all groomed and ready, and ye fuffed it up. How about ye fix that, hmm?" He teased, knowing just how much you loved getting his hair in order. Be that his mohawk, now musch longer than it was in his service days, or the hair adorning every inch of his powerful body.

Your fingers worked with expert care, straightening out the tangles you had made, arranging the hair of his chest to point inward and downwards towards his stomach. You smoothed out what you could of his comfort-softened tummy, but his grip on your waist wouldn't let you go far enough to reach below his navel.

"Much better, love. Ah'm lucky to have such a caring wife, no?"

#that picture burrowed it's way into my brain like a worm in an apple i stg #had to write it before i went insane hope u like it ♡#captain john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #captain john mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap drabble #john soap mactavish #body hair #body worship #cod x reader

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candy616 · 3 months

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#my fav OG COD men #Call of Duty #OG MW #Captain MacTavish COD #Captain John Soap MacTavish #John MacTavish #John Soap MacTavish #Ghost cod #Ghost Call of Duty #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Riley #Price cod #Captain Price #John Price #Gary Roach Sanderson #Roach #Roach COD

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homicidal-slvt · 4 months

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Warnings: Dragon Hybrid!Soap, Dialogue Prompt 7, MDNI

For @glitterypirateduck Soap It Up challenge.

Puffs of golden smoke curl through the air, the wisps floating past your face as you feel the familiar large frame of Captain Mactavish hovering behind you. His hands find your shoulders- calloused fingers providing a nice and deep massage. Those little patches of scales settled in spots across his flesh, scars drawing their own unique patterns around the spots that are like his own personal shimmering armor. Close calls that set you on edge... Yet he wears the marks with a certain pride and confidence that you are jealous of.

"Good morning, sir."

"Johnny. It's Johnny to you."

You are one of very few people with the right to call him that, though sometimes you still tease the man by calling him Sir instead... Yet here you are- his most precious jewel, something he holds oh so dear.

"Alright then... Johnny."

"Aye, that's better..."

"Why do I get to call you that and not the others?"

"I am yours, bonnie."

Your heart stuttered briefly in your chest. He's yours just as much as you are his. In his eyes no amount of treasures could amount to having you, you have the right to call him 'Johnny' because your bond runs as deep as the river below the mountainside.

{@sofasoap @gothgirl6-6-6 @soupbinsoup @sarraa-26 @caramlizedtomatoes-deactivated2 }

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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months

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Go...Don't Go

Another submission for for @glitterypirateduck's ‘SoapItUp’ challenge.

I just can't stay away. I came into this story just wanting to do something with the "you deserve so much more" prompt and have it be Captain MacTavish. I went with it and wrote it in about two hours.

Title: Go...Don't Go

Pairing: Captain Soap/Reader (female)

Warning: Angst. Anger Issues. Fluff.

Summary: When John comes home it's supposed to be a few days of paradise, but it always turns into fight. This time you both wonder if you can come back from it.

Prompts: "You deserve so much more" "I'm going to marry you"

Word Count: 2.4k

Another fight. That’s all that seemed to happen these days between the two of you, even with weeks and months of separation due to Soap’s deployments. You yearned to have him home, counted down the days on the small calendar that hung on the fridge and anxiously cleaned the house as if you were nesting leading up to his arrival home. And yet that happy bubble of breathless kisses, holding one another’s hands in the car so tight you thought your knuckles would pop, ended so quick you wondered why you wanted him home in the first place. Then as his next deployment creeped closer, you’d tenuously make up, the fragile truce created as you said your goodbyes growing stronger as you awaited his return.

It was a never-ending cycle, but you both told yourselves it would be better next time. Next time you’d talk through it, have more time to figure it out and truly fix everything. You made plans, wrote in your journal things to discuss and try to work on. Because talking to him about it while he was gone, if he could even communicate, was too much. He was busy and stressed enough with staying alive that trying to figure out why you fought over the fucking curtains and didn’t talk for two days was not a concern then.

But this time was different you swore to yourself. You even brought the journal in the car with you to pick him up. Hoping keeping it present and within eyesight would help you get around to the conversation faster, before a fight broke out. Because damn it you wanted to fix things and get back to the beginning when everything was soft, gentle and fun. What you didn’t account for though is the moment you saw his face waiting for you at the airport arrivals all that anger and pain you wanted to discuss was thrown out the door as you flew out of your seat to hug him. The journal stayed in the backseat of the car as he dragged you into the house with promise and lust in his eyes.

And the journal stayed there for the next three days. Completely forgotten as you both laid in bed together laughing for hours, going down to the rocky beach in the freezing cold morning fog for a walk and to the local pub to catch up with friends. You thought about it of course, thought about what you needed to talk about but damn things were going so well. Why ruin it with that? Maybe your rough patch was over and things were better without having to drudge everything up.

Then everything erupted. You don’t even remember what started it this time, or how it got so far but the familiar pain and rage was back for both of you. You saw the look in his eyes as you stamped your foot and yelled at him to just fucking listen to you for once, so fed up with trying to get a word in between his ranting that you’d try anything to get his attention. His resolve snapped at that and he swiped hard at the glass on the counter so it went flying into the wall not far from where you were standing and exploded into dozens of tiny glittery shards. The ringing silence after that had both of you staring at one another as the amber Scotch ran down the wall.

“Get out,” you breathe after a second, feeling the tears welling up behind your eyes. Tears of frustration, anger and maybe a tinge of fear. Soap had always been loud, boisterous, when he was happy or when he was mad but he had never done anything physical in front of you aside from the occasional door slam. He had always been careful to never let that side out with you because that was his work and he didn’t want to bring work home.

“Lass, I-“ Soap started as he took a step toward you. All the anger and fight seemed to have deflated out of him like popped balloon. But he stopped moving when he saw you step back from him and raised his hands up a bit in surrender.

“Get out, John,” you say again a little more firmly as the sound of dripping liquid hitting tile fills the silence. The Scotch had made it to the floor now and was puddling gently on the tile and you glance at it to see it running into the grout to create a proverbial line between you and him. “Just…go,” you say again feeling the tears fall now and you are furious that he’s seeing how he made you feel.

“Of course,” he answers in almost a whisper, looking horrified with himself as he takes a step backwards, then two. Turning heel, he quickly grabs the car keys from the awful lopsided bowl your niece made you for Christmas and is out the side door to the driveway. He didn’t even pause to grab his jacket despite the rain before he’s in the car and pulling away.

You stood in the silent kitchen for a long while, letting the tears fall as you tried to figure out what went wrong. How could all of this come to be? How could you two fit together like two halves of a same soul in the beginning turn into angry strangers? Perhaps it was all your fault, you were the one that changed and made things difficult. He was still the same old John that you met, the reliable Captain and genuine man that would sacrifice everything for those he loved and his country.

You though, God, you always nagged him didn’t you? Always needed him and resented him in those dark depthless nights when he was gone. Cried to him while he was gone because you couldn’t take another night alone in that big bed. Maybe you were the issue and you were ruining everything, he couldn’t take care of his men and you at the same time. You needed to be strong and let him come home to you whole but you always needed something from him. You just couldn’t let him be.

By the time you bent down to clean up the spilled alcohol and glass it was a sticky mess and you gasped as a shard nicked your thumb before you tossed it all in the trash. There were no tears left as you sat in the silence of the living room with a bottle of wine, no need for a glass, and just stared blankly into the small fire thinking. The wine addled your brain until your thoughts were just a muddled mess that didn’t make any sense and you needed to sleep.

When you awoke with a small jolt the clock on the nightstand reflected it had been three hours since your fight. Rolling over you saw John’s side of the bed was still untouched and cold. Fuck. With a groan you sit up and grab for your phone to see if he messaged you but all was quiet there. Calling out from the bedroom door to see if he was downstairs was greeted with silence as well. Your head was already throbbing as you crawled back into bed, knowing you should get some water and advil but the exhaustion was too much and you let sleep take you again.

Sometime later you felt the telltale dip in the bed of Soap climbing in and despite everything that had happened you roll over to reach for him. You need the comfort of him, even if you were still so confused, because he was the only thing that could make you feel better. He has you first though, his hands grabbing desperately for you as he drags you over to his side of the bed to wrap you up tight against him. He’s shirtless and you nestle your head down into his chest as one of his hands holds the back of your head, the other arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” he says into the dark, his voice a desperate crack as he takes a breath. “Lass, I’m so sorry,” he states again.

You can’t answer, the tears you thought you had run out of were back and you were sobbing into his chest. It felt like this was the moment, the moment things would be made whole again or irrevocably broken and you weren’t ready to face it. Instead, your hands scrabble to cling to him, to grab anything you can and hold on tight afraid it would be the last time you’d get the chance. He smells of cigar smoke and Scotch and the cheap goddamn soap he insists on using because he ‘doesn’t need the fancy shit’.

“Don’t go,” you breathe as he tries to pull back after he sufficiently calmed you down with gentle whispers of affirmations and soft kisses to your hair. “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry I’ll do things different, I won’t..” you continue before he cuts you off.

“What are you on about?” Soap asks as he pulls back and softly tilts your head up to look at him. His hand slides to wipe away some of the tears that are still tracking down your face. “You don’t ever apologize to me for something I did, it’s not like you made me act like a fool. I scared you and I’m a goddamn idiot for that,” he says quietly, his eyes searching your face. “I should be begging you not to leave me. You deserve so much more than me, then how I’ve been.”

“I kept pushing you though. You deal with so much on your job, I should have just let it go…” you try to argue.

“You should do no such thing,” Soap answers a bit fiercely, “I deserve to get my ass handed to me now and again. Especially when I’m being a prick” he grins a little bit in an attempt to get you to smile as well. “I never want you to not fight back and tell me how you are feeling,” he smooths your hair back a bit off your hot and flushed face. “You know what I’ve been up to?”

“Drinking at the pub,” you answer a bit sheepishly, having smelled the alcohol and smoke.

“Aye, for a drink or two to calm down,” he answers with a small chuckle before twisting away from you to reach behind him. You let him roll, looking over his shoulder at what he was reaching for before he comes back with the small little notebook in his hand. Your journal you had left in the car. “But mostly I’ve been sat down at the beach reading this.”

You wince a bit, the journal was for talking points but you hadn’t intended on him seeing all of it. Not that it was a secret but it was a vulnerable little thing full of your thoughts and drabbles and maybe even a sappy poem or two about John. You glance at it for a second longer before looking back at him as he shifts to lean up against the pillows on the headboard and he pulls you to lay on his chest. He reaches over to click on the bedside lamp before flipping open the journal and turning a few pages.

“We don’t need to talk about this now,” you say feeling a blush creep up as you advert your eyes from the page as he scans down the bullet points before finding what he was looking for. This section had been a late night stream of conscious session and of course he would want to talk about the sixth point.

“You mean this?” He asks as he points to the line about marriage. About how you dream of what life will be like when he finishes his last mission and comes home to you for good. “Because I really want to talk about this,” he smirks and lightly taps your arm with the journal to get you talking. “Or this one, this one is nice,” he teases flipping a few pages where you had written out all the things you love about him, the words ‘back muscles’ are underlined.

“John,” you bemoan as he laughs a bit before closing the journal and sets it gently on his stomach. “I don’t want to push you into anything. I feel like all I do is push you and you just push back harder and we get nowhere. I’m not going to force you into talking about anything, maybe that’s why we’re in the mess we are now.”

“Oh, we’re going to talk about all of it. We’re going to go over every line in that little journal, I added a few of my own notes, hope you don’t mind” Soap answers. “We’re going to make all of this work because I’m going to marry you one day,” the words are casual but the tone is a promise. “But not until we get everything right, until I’m a better man for you.”

“You’re already a great…” you start but Soap cuts you off with a sideways look. “Fine,” you finally give him a small laugh. “You’re a great start,” you tease.

“I’ll take it,” he answers as his fingers trace up and down your bare arm. “I know you’re tired, I found the empty bottle of wine halfway up the stairs,” he laughs. “But we could get started now.”

“Now? John it’s four in the morning, I’m not going to start having deep heart to heart conversations this moment” you answer him pushing up on your elbow.

“Oh no. This doesn’t involve much talking, well…intellectual talking. I found that small back of the page scribble you added about halfway through,” he gives you a very feral smirk as he grabs the notebook again and flips it to that page. He had placed the small ribbon on the journal in that spot as if he had marked it to save it and go back to later. He turns the notebook for you read, watching as your cheeks redden more as you read it over and see where he had added a few things.

“You really did read it cover to cover,” you say as he reaches up to click the light off, dropping the journal to the floor beside the bed.

“Mm, I did,” he answers before his lips capture yours in the dark.

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sp00pyp0 · 2 months

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The 2 Soaps (as depicted by most of the fandom)🧼

#fanart #video games #art #call of duty soap #call of duty mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mw3 #soap cod #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mwii #john soap mactavish #captain john soap mactavish

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the-shotce-newsletter · 5 months

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“Hey, guys!”

Operation Deadbolt: even on downtime you’re still partially kitted out. I like to think of 141 joining Soap on the project after finishing off Makarov (clearly Soap didn’t die and just got reassigned), and find that he’s added a tactical kilt to his wardrobe and likes to braid his Mohawk when he doesn’t have time to groom. He’s also always on the hunt for adoptable Hellhounds that he, Fang and Dobbs have fun naming. I HC he invented the monkey bombs. (Shhhh let me have this)

#john soap mactavish #neil ellice #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #zombies!soap #operation deadbolt #captain john soap mactavish #call of duty #modern warfare zombies #modern warfare #my art #look ma i tried to draw a background #task force 141

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desmond-the-queer-dragon · 7 months

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ARTWORK BY PROTTXV ON TWITTER FOR MY COD X POKÉMON FANFIC

Title is WORLD OPPOSITE OF OURS. A Pokémon x COD AU containing both Reboot and Og characters!!

Link to their Twitter here:

https://x.com/Prottxv/status/1710060611126620623?s=20

When I tell y’all I have been crying for the past 30 fucking minutes.

PLEASE CHECK OUT THEIR ARTWORK!! THEY HAVE AN AMAZING INTERN COD AU THAT IS JUST FANTASTIC!! also their Tumblr @prottdoodles

Here is the fanfic:

#I HAVE BEEN BLESSED #pokemon #call of duty #cod x Pokémon fanfic #world opposite of ours fanfic #Captain John Soap Mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #og!Soap #og!Ghost!

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ara-yara · 2 months

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So... My friend (@capt-zjaybird ) posts their silly COD drawings, so I wanna try too.

How could you >:((

#givehisscottishflagback #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #how could you #give it back #captain john soap mactavish #yourbreakinghisheart:((

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8-rae-rae-8 · 2 months

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This was meant to be a drabble I swear 😭

Soap had always looked up to him. His captain, his boss, the man he trusted to have a clear head on his shoulders. Price was the one he could safely go to when he needed him.

But then John was captured and he was suddenly the captain of two new men. He wasn't cut out for it - he knew. How could he wrangle two masked men who were definitely wrapping themselves in each other's arms in the showers and kissing before bedtime?

Who was he to judge? He'd done the same years before. It got lonely on base constantly, and they were comfortable together. Mactavish knew the rules against it, but he never called them out.

He'd do anything to get Price back, to feel his hugs and gentler affection. He put so much effort into being just like him. Gruff, smoking cigars that he hated, drinking the gross alcohol in his desk, loud and a bit forceful.

It felt like it all for nothing when they finally found Price and he was so, so very different. That wasn't the man he looked up to anymore. The destruction he caused drove a wedge between him and Soap. Johnny was so eager to give the captain back his spot, not realizing how bad of an idea it was before it was too late.

The man he trusted with everything turned into a man that had lost his head. Soap didn't want that, he didn't want the rough words and the harsh touch. It was all different. For way worse.

The whole time he thought he wasn't as capable, but he had to be. If that's what his captain had turned into and still had wanted to trust him, maybe he was enough to actually be good... He had Roach and Ghost to worry about, after all. Price was only thinking for himself.

The old office was abandoned for his own room instead. Small but perfectly fine otherwise. He didn't want to see Price around. The paperwork he filed would put the man behind bars, hopefully for good of the courts worked in their favor and the favor of those he had hurt.

It was only a matter of time before Ghost and Roach had noticed his silence. The way he recoiled at Price's presence. The only right thing to really do was check on him, right? In his room like always these days. Unless it was mission planning, training, or keeping the peace between men, he didn't feel like he had to leave the space. It was safe.

But because Roach and Ghost were so good at messling in things that weren't really their business, they managed to get themselves comfortably tucked into Johnny's room for a chat.

"Captain," Ghost spoke, Roach just leaning onto his shoulder from the side. He didn't speak much, not that Mactavish minded. One less man to talk back.

"Ghost, Roach.." Johnny greeted, leaned back in his desk chair as he looked at them. Not the proper place for a serious conversation but there was a hardly anywhere else.

"You're hiding in your room, sir." Ghost pointed out the obvious, looking forward to the captain.

"At least ye can still see, Riley. Why're ye here?" Soap forced his voice to remain in an abrasive tone.

"it's been too quiet, sir. You're usually out with us." He replied.

"well, it's different now." Mactavish muttered, pinching his brow.

"come on, captain. You're acting like a bloody teenager..." Ghost sighed. "You haven't even met us at mess to eat for two weeks."

"As long as he is here, 'm not planning on it." Maybe a little overdramatic, but it felt very fair to him. Price was different, it felt just like a betrayal with more than his life at risk.

"Then we'll eat in here." Ghost decided, and did not let Soap argue. Even though he was the captain, he let Ghost shut him down. Maybe he needed it, some kind of closeness.

Ghost didn't let any argument stop him and Roach. Everyday for the next week, they all gathered up in Mactavish's room to eat. The looks they got were a little bothersome, but they didn't stop for that. Ghost pushed for them to do it.

The longer they stayed, some papers got put down on the ladder of important things, Ghost and Roach taking that place. The two kept climbing that ladder each day that passed. And as soon as Price was out of there, off his base, out of his team and behind bars, he was open again. Laughing, joking, pushing just for fun.

Johnny was him again. A Captain but one that didn't feel the need to keep Price's things. He didn't feel like he owed him anything. But he owed Roach and Ghost for getting him to laugh freely again. Hell, he owed them for getting him to feel something other than regret. Even the littlest of butterflies in his stomach when they'd talk about literally anything. It could be the saddest talk, and he'd still feel something tug at him, something make him want to lean closer and just listen.

Whenever Roach would talk, his heart with thud against his ribcage. Ghost's laugh would make him breathless. Fuck, what was happening to him? Getting all giddy about just hanging out with the men he knew were already together. It felt stupid, but when they both took off their masks, he felt so incredibly warm. It was a privilege to see their faces, things he never wanted to stop looking at.

It started happening more and more. In the privacy of Johnny's room, they'd take off the masks and just talk. Sometimes Mactavish couldn't help but stare. Jagged scars painted Ghost's face, he swore he never wanted to kiss something more. Roach's face was a little softer, freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks, his unkempt hair falling in his face from time to time. Ghost would brush it away, but Johnny imagined it was him doing it instead.

Fuck, what are they doing to him?

Neither would comment on his staring or the lovesick look on his face. But they'd smile knowingly at each other. Mactavish was sneaky in the field, but at home base, with the men he was growing to adore? No secret was hidden well.

It really didn't take long before Roach had somehow convinced Johnny to sit with them on the bed instead of across from them. It wasn't a big bed by any means, he didn't need one. Their knees and thighs pressed together in the tight space, similar to how they sat on transport to a mission location.

On rough days, he'd sit right between them and lean on Ghost's shoulder, only to have an arm wrap around him. All of them gross from training, or a shit mission, but they'd settle on the bed and relax for a little while.

The comfort, adoration and safety he felt with them was unlike what he felt with Price. This was warm, unforced, clean (dispite the dirt of the job). It wasn't rough with anger and a need for dependence on each side.

They all had their moments. Sometimes it would be Mactavish welcoming Roach into his arms after something went wrong. Other times he'd fall into one of their arms and let himself be comforted. He let them help without feeling like he owed anything in return. There was no 'i owe you's, nothing that would be hurtful in the long run.

Ghost and Roach welcomed him into their space, and let him rest with him. Resting their weary bodies on the same bed together. He was strong, but nothing compared to how warm it felt to accidentally fall asleep against them. Nothing felt like the butterflies that seemed to worsen every day.

None of them commented on how they could easily see Johnny actually relaxing around them. He put away his rough exterior just for a few minutes to themselves.

But every time he saw Ghost and Roach share a kiss, he wanted nothing more than to be in it too. He could be seeing what he wanted when he saw the way they didn't seem as at ease when Johnny wasn't at their sides too.

All parties wanted something more. They wanted Soap in with them. Sharing the more intimate affection and falling asleep together almost nightly.

Soap was caught off guard when he woke up in bed after a small nap and a kiss was pressed against his forehead. A thin mask between the skin and the lips. He practically blue screened. Ghost to his left, and Roach on Ghost's other side.

He didn't say anything, neither did Ghost. But he leaned gently against his side again regardless. It was soft, softer than he deserved. He could still feel the impression of the masked lips on his forehead for minutes after.

"hey..." Ghost whispered as he watched Johnny open his eyes.

"mmh.." Soap mumbled back, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Interactions like that continued for a few days, Ghost and Roach getting closer with him. Slowly opening him up to minimal affection.

And then it happened. Comfortable in his room, working on a piece of paperwork when Roach and Ghost entered. Gentle hands found a place to settle on Soap's shoulders.

"Captain, take a break... We need to talk." The tone was gentle, serious but not firm. Still, his stomach dropped a little as he nodded. His pen stilled and he set it aside.

"Talk about..?" Mactavish prompted.

"About us?" Ghost breathed out.

"what 'us'?" Mactavish asked as if he didn't understand. He understood, probably too well.

"Me and Gary-" Ghost looked down at him, Soap not even looking up. "I- we.. we want you to be with us."

The captain paused. Be with them, meaning they both wanted to be with him... His stomach twisted in knots, but the butterflies still formed.

"We know the rules, but.. we want you anyway." Roach spoke from Ghost's side.

They want him regardless of if it was wrong, illegal or otherwise... They wanted him still, knowing it could be dangerous. Mactavish had taken bigger risks... Like putting his life in Price's hands before. Ghost and Roach were different, he didn't want to say no.

Slowly, Soap nodded. "Okay."

"..okay?" Ghost softly put pressure on the tensing muscles on Johnny's shoulder. "You have more words than that, captain." He teased.

"You want me, then have me." Maybe not great phrasing, but his head was going a mile a minute anyways. A captain of a deadly team and he couldn't even think before speaking.

There were two sighs of relief from behind him.

"We don't want to just have you, you'll have us, right?" Ghost asked, kneading gentle circles against Johnny's back. A display of affection.

"Any day, Si... I'd have ye both any day." Soap murmured, his head tilting back to see the creases of Ghost's eyes when he smiled. The red of Roach's unmasked cheeks.. Yeah, even without his thoughts straight, he wanted them... If the giddiness and the butterflies weren't enough to say that.

#is this a drabble?#no #was it supposed to be?#yes #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #ghostroachsoap #cod #cod mw2

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faccal · 7 months

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Sesh Headcanons

Since this ship has grabbed me by the balls in an iron grip and has been relentless with it's never ending grab for attention, I've decided to share some headcanons I've come up with for this crossover romance.

1. Soap frequently states and writes that he hates dogs (I also kinda headcanon that he's got a fear of them) and this makes Sesh interesting because Hesh has Riley, the goodest boy around!

With Riley, Hesh slowly helps Soap through this fear and hatred towards dogs. It takes a lot of time, and slow training. Riley senses a lot of Soap's inner tension, turmoil and hesitation, but with Hesh around it makes it easier for them both to get closer, and for Soap to get more comfortable with him. He's still hesitant around dogs, and much prefers cats, but Riley is an exception, with Soap learning to love him through Hesh.

They do these group trainings, starting with small things such as sniffing, and Hesh is always there right with him. Hesh never forces him if Soap decides he doesn't want to do it on a particular day, and never expects any more from him than for him to try. It's slow going at first, with lots of trial and error, but Soap learns to love Riley almost as much as Hesh. (He may still prefer his strays, but he lets Riley sleep at the foot of the bed, or on Hesh's side.)

I'm eventually going to add this into the Ghosts/141 fic, and future one shots/short fics, but for now I'm sharing it here! @tokillamockingbird427 currently has permission to use this for something they're writing, and I look forward to where they take this headcanon!

2. Tying back into number one, Soap prefers cats. He's always wanted a cat or two, maybe even three, but obviously given his line of work and how things go he can't really have one because it doesn't work out that well. Hesh also always wanted a cat, but loves Riley just as much as he loves his brother. So I have the headcanon of them having Riley and a cat or two if they ever lived together. Soap feeds a few strays that sneak onto the base, and when Hesh sees them he gets all excited and buys them treats to share when he visits. Soap loves watching Hesh around all animals, and seeing how much they love Hesh, further solidifies to Soap how good of a person Hesh is. Animals know these things.

3. Soap wants multiple kids, and Hesh couldn't agree with him more. Hesh loves families, loves big families, and he'd love to one day settle down with someone (no matter who, but in this case Soap) and have a family. It's rough in the beginning, getting used to Logan being back and seeing how close he gets with Ghost, but getting to know Soap and falling for him brings back all those paternal feelings he'd shoved down for so long. Soap's also hesitant at first. They both have a dangerous job, and have seen some serious shit, but he too always thought about a family. He makes a joke one day about adopting three kids and gets surprised by the elated look barely hidden on Hesh's face. He wants kids Soap, and lots of 'em! He learned how to be a good dad from his daddy, and he wants to put his knowledge to good use damnit! (Plus Soap thinks it's cute when he talks about a family with him, and planning for kids who aren't there yet.)

This is all I have so far, I know I have more, but I'll leave it here for now so I can come back to it and add more as they come back!

I'm really addicted to these two and it's seriously all @tokillamockingbird427 fault, I forget how exactly he introduced me, but he told me about them and now I'm addicted. It's consuming me. Just as bad as WalRuss lmao. Love my WalRuss and Sesh lads.

#Soap x Hesh (Sesh)#captain john soap mactavish #david hesh walker #call of duty ghosts #call of duty modern warefare #ig they could also be Hoap lmao #i love them #i love that the first name is Sesh

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heyitsropi · 3 months

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deploy the boy

the safety googles give me life

#look at the good bois #my baby rays of sunshine #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #classic soap #captain john soap mactavish #the only upside this season but i’m just salty over the lack of normal soap skins #and and and #THE LACK OF GAZ SKINS IS A FUCKIN BLASPHEMY #mw3

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fel0ny-01 · 4 months

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I never realised how HOT Captain Mactavish was until now and I regret not realising it sooner

Get that man in my bed or else 🔫

#captain john soap mactavish #I need him so bad #call of duty #GOD #so help me

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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months

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