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mlmxreader · 3 months

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Loyalty Is Weakness | John Soap MacTavish x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Could I request "That quick tongue of yours is gonna get us into shit" with Soap please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ loyalty is a terrible thing, a fatal thing.

: ̗̀➛ MCD/Major Character Death, swearing, gore and blood, war crimes (mentioned)

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

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You and Soap did everything you could to be close to one another. From the years back in secondary school, you had always been unnaturally close. Practically sitting on each other's laps during science lessons, always touching one way or another even when you weren't supposed to be.

You could never be far from one another. When teachers forced you to sit on opposite sides of the room, you and Soap would throw paper aeroplanes at each other and constantly pass notes; you could never be torn apart.

Soap had your loyalty, and he knew it. You would follow him to the very ends of the earth and into the very fires of Hell, if it meant being near him; you even followed him into war.

You followed him into war like the loyal dog that you were, and although you knew that you had his loyalty all the same, it didn't stop the banter; they called you a dog, Soap's lapdog.

You did anything he said without question, but always questioned everyone else; they didn't hold your loyalty the way that Soap did. You were utterly loyal to each other, and everyone knew it. You did not fight for a country, you did not fight for politics, you did not fight for money, you did not fight for a king - you fought for Soap.

You would only ever fight for Soap.

You would not fight for anything else, as nothing else held as much worth to you. But that didn't stop their promises; they said you would be fighting for glory, that you would be fighting for freedom and justice. You never saw any of that.

Where was the glory in killing civilians?

Where was the glory in bombing houses?

Where was the freedom in forcing prisoners of war to lie naked?

Where was the freedom in stealing babes from their mothers' bosoms?

Where was the justice in slaughtering the elderly?

Where was the justice in using toxic gas?

It was all bullshit... but you couldn't leave Soap. He had your loyalty, and he would keep it no matter the circumstances. Your loyalty only lied with Soap.

The things you did would never leave you.

The screams still curdling in your ears loudly whenever everything went quiet; the sight of blood dripping from your hands still sticky and wet whenever you didn't wear gloves. The smell of human shit and piss constant whenever you weren't smoking; the taste of copper and sand on your tongue whenever you left it more than an hour without smoking.

Price made you do most of it, always laughing as he said to "bring the dog in". Ghost would humiliate them before you got to them, and it took everything in you not to cry. You would always end up sobbing with your back against the wall at the end of every day; but you had to stay with Soap.

You had to protect him, you had to keep him alive - you had to stay with him. Your loyalty lied with him, and such a loyalty was not easily broken. What Price and Ghost did, and what they made you do, was not war, though.

It was not warfare. It was cruelty, in its purest form, and you would never be able to forget it. No matter how much you scrubbed your hands and screamed at their ghosts that you were sorry.

Your loyalty lied with Soap, you would do anything for him.

You did your best as you pinned him underneath you and shot at them; swallowing thickly as you aimed for their feet and hoped that they would jump back. That they would realise that you did not want to kill.

You never realised that there was a gap in the rock by Soap's head, and that it was big enough for a single, lucky shot.

You didn't even realise until you felt it yourself, a sharp sting in your chest as you fell onto your back, gasping for breath harshly; you could feel something wet spreading across your body, and grabbed Soap, yanking him over and wondering why he was limp. But then you saw it.

His wide, open grey eye. His slack jaw. The jagged and open gaping wound in the side of his face; it trailed from his forehead, all the way down to his lip. Still spurting out blood as his brain matter seeped through the crack in his skull, dripping onto your face. The bones in his face shattered and exploded out the back of his head, leaving half of him open and exposed.

You shook your head, swallowing thickly.

"That quick tongue of yours is gonna get us into shit," you had told him hours before. "Why'd you fucking call Ghost a twat faced sausage roll?"

"It was funny!" Soap had snapped with a laugh.

Your stomach sank as you realised. You would never hear his laugh again. You could never feel his lips on yours again, nor could you ever feel his hands holding yours as he danced with you to Sabaton songs.

You would never have a future, but as everything started to grow darker, you realised that maybe it was all a terrible dream.

More shots rang out as you leaned your head back, convinced it wasn't real; even when you felt Soap's body above you shaking and jumping as the bullets entered his back, neck, and what was left of the back of his head to make sure he was dead. His blood mixing with your own on your chest; you had always been loyal to him.

Your reward for such undying loyalty, was to be comforted by dying together.

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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Is there some space for me In that bathtub?

Johnny arrived home by surprise, but the surprise is for him when he sees his pretty wife and his 4 year old son playing in the bathtub sharing a wonderful time.

Soap x wife reader.

Warning: as always, spelling and grammatical errors.

He opened the door quietly, trying to make the least noise as possible, he didn't want to ruin his surprise.

He hasn't been at home for weeks, his wife and son were wondering when he would go home, «soon, I'll go home soon» that was the same answer he gave them every time they were in a video call with him.

Finally the moment arrived, he brought a lot of presents for his two favorite people, he put them over the kitchen's table, he saw all the paintings you and your son had been doing, all of them posted in the fridge doors so he could see them when he arrived, the sound of laughing caught his attention, he went upstairs and heard your voices.

- Mommy stop! We will have bubbles for all the house!!!

- So what? The house will be clean as much as us! Look at that hairstyle! You look like your dad!

Your toddler's smile disappeared after those words, you felt guilty. He really wanted to see his father.

- When will dad come home, mom?

- I don't know yet my love, we have to wait and be patient.

- we've been waiting for ages!

The sad face of your little man is something you can't handle, you always try to make him smile. So you put some bubbles on his chin.

- you're right, look at you, you already have a beard!

- MOM!

A loud laugh echoed in the bathroom, Soap was observing everything from the mirror of the bathroom, waiting for the right moment to appear, he never thought about all of this, a wife, a child, a family, it wasn't a possibility until he met you, since then, every second with you and your child is something he appreciates. His thoughts are one more time interrupted by the sound of your voice singing for your little boy.

«Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute the feeling in it...»

- I love you mommy

- I love you more my little angel

The time he had been waiting, he got close to the bathroom door frame.

- I love both of you, a lot.

- DADDY!

While your son was extremely happy, you were having a heart attack, which was the funniest thing about this moment.

- holy shit! Johnny, you scared me!

Soap went close to the bathtub to hug and kiss both of you.

- I'm sorry love, I was waiting to do a great entrance.

- DADDY YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!

- Hey buddy! I missed you! How are you? Did you take care of mommy?

- I did! Look! We're taking a bath and playing with bubbles!

- Looks very funny! is there some space for me in the bathtub?

- YES! mommy look, dad will join us!

- Oh yes! He really needs a bath! We will have to help him to be as clean as us, don't you think?

- YES!!!!

These were the kind of moments Jhonny loved the most, all of you together, he really was trying to capture every minute he was at home.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #141 x reader #long reads #x yn #fanfiction #x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #reader insert

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birdythebirdthing · 18 days

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What if [Name] was K.I.A? and tf141 reaction, and poly relationship between the tf141 and [name]

fic:

[Name] had been missing on a mission for over a month It was an alone mission, which [name] had gone. [Name] had his own team which his team worried and the tf141 to cause [Name] was like soap warming everyone up, and [Name] was in poly relationship with the tf141.

[Name]'s team and teammates are Marc, Declen, Ace and Liam.

[Name]'s team had been stressing out because their leader was missing on an alone mission. "why does this idiot can go alone on a fucking mission?" Ace spoke.

"He is always like this.." Liam told. "Going on an alone mission because he thinks we could get injured" Marc said.

"Look, guys, I knew the truth why [Name] does some alone mission without our help. I found his.. dairy." Declan said, flipping through [name]'s dairy.

The three looked at him, wondering what the reason was.

"It's better for a leader to suffer alone than to see his teammates suffer with him."

"Oh.. he really doesn't like seeing us suffer? that's the truth." Ace spoke.

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With TF141.

Everyone in the tf141 was sad, or worried. Price had been trying to locate [Name]'s whereabouts.

And Soap was on a call to Ace, talking about what had [name] written in his diary.

The day went sad, and boring without [Name] cause he always pulls up pranks like soap.

Ghost was in his room, seeing the picture in the frame [Name] , soap and him

Gaz was also in his room hugging a pushie which [Name] had given as a small gift for success in a dangerous mission.

#male yn #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #tf 141 #simon ghost riley #cod #tf 141 x reader #call of duty #poly tf141

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cheezbites · 8 months

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Dating Soap

✎: I know this is quite short compared to my other ones, but I'm falling asleep as I write. :(ENJOY!!! (Bf!Soap x F!Reader)

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Soap <3

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Bf!Soap was sharing headphones with you on a rainy day, and a sudden thought crossed your mind:

“Wait, I need to show you a song, ‘kinda reminds me of you.” You muttered, reaching for your phone before playing it.

Your head on his shoulder as it played, completely clueless as to how grand your gesture was to him. To you, it was just a song that reminded you of him each time you listened. But to Soap, this was his newest prized possession. Ever since that day, he listened to it incessantly. Either if he was running errands, driving, or humming the melody when he was stressed.

Bf!Soap’s greatest quality was his striking mohawk; (duh) and he protected it with his life. He undoubtedly deemed it his greatest responsibility. He also trusted you with his life, so every now and then he let you trim split ends or unkept strands. (He would've never let anyone else do this in a million years, Simon being the only exception).

Bf!Soap enjoyed the lengthy philosophical conversations you’d randomly have, going from discussing your favourite animals to how the universe began and if there really is a greater power. And although he can be goofy and silly at times that man is genuinely smart.

Bf!Soap perpetually teased you the moment he discovered you couldn't read a clock:

“What time is it, bonnie?” he asked, his eyes glued to the TV playing a football match.

You had no access to a digital clock as your phone was dead, so your gaze instinctively shot to the wall clock.

“It’s, um... something something... PM,”

And the moment he came to terms with his newfound discovery, he laughed so hard he got excruciatingly painful cramps and started seeing stars.

“Ugh, I just couldn’t be bothered to learn when I was younger. We have technology and stuff now!” you proclaimed, defensively crossing your arms.

“Oh my word,” he mumbled while clutching his stomach, still wheezing out a few dry chuckles.

From that mildly humiliating experience, he taught you how to read one instead of continuously laughing at you.

"So, bonnie," he began, "You see the big hand, right? That's the minute hand. ‘Tells you how many minutes have passed."

You nodded, feeling a bit sheepish but willing to learn.

"And the wee hand - that's the hour hand."

You watched the hands move, slowly beginning to grasp the concept. "Okay, I think I'm getting it.”

Soap could sense the lingering doubt in your tone. He leaned in closer, his warm brown eyes locked onto yours. "You sure, love?"

“No - of course I do!”

…

You hesitated, then sighed.

"Okay, maybe not entirely."

"Let's break it down again. Remember, big hand is minutes, wee hand is hours."

He patiently explained it once more, a softness visible in his tone. He took the time to answer your questions and clarify any confusion.

As you finally began to grasp the art of reading a clock, he rewarded you with a proud smile. "See, you've got it now, haven't ya?" he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

(Clock reading is too simple for someone to not understand, obviously. BUT just imagine soap explaining something complicated to you until you understand - like being so patient, not mansplaining in the slightest. Like ooouuhh🏃🏽‍♀️)

Bf!Soap was thoroughly amused as he watched you go to town on uninvited moths around the house. You grasped a nearby kitchen towel and started ruthlessly thwacking it. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to deal with the spiders and insects - as you thoroughly enjoyed making them suffer a harsh and unnecessarily truculent death. Maybe it was a bit much, sure. But who asked them to be here, anyway?

Bf!Soap telling you about his dreams alongside your guys’s morning caffeine refreshments was your entertainment for the morning. His dreams almost always included you and were oddly specific and vague, yet so realistic all at the same time.

“So, babe,” he'd start, settling down on the couch next to you “last night's adventure was a doozy…”

“I’m intrigued.” You sipped your coffee and mentally prepared yourself for the most diabolical tale you’ll ever hear.

“I was in a Jaffa Cake factory, right,” he clicked his tongue before continuing, making an effort to recall all the details “and you were there, too, of course. We were both wearing tangerine suits, whilst Price was throwing potatoes at us, telling us to get back to work and whatnot - no joke.”

Bf!Soap has occasional cooking contests with you. You pick random ingredients, and each of you have to create a dish using those ingredients. Both of you fail oh so miserably- you’ve nearly burnt down your house numerous times. Maybe you guys should stick to Tesco meal deals and Deliveroo.😔

A/N: Sorry if I yibber-yabber too much in my writing… I just love going into detail.🤞

Price version

Ghost version

König version

Gaz version

Masterlist

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ghoulystay · 8 months

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Interrogation gone wrong.

König and Y/N story.

Short story.

Mature themes.

18 and over.

Female reader.

"I didn't do anything!"

The whole team. Everyone was led to believe that you were the traitor. You were being tortured brutally. Unfortunately, there had been suspicions that someone was a spy for the enemy. The only hint that was given away was that the "mole" was a woman. There were a few women within TF141, you being one of them. One thing for sure, though, it wasn't you, but all the men were on edge.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side one day. Apparently, another female from the team was telling everyone that she suspected you. She never liked you, since the beginning she hated you only because König wanted you and she wanted König but he turned her down. His eyes were always on you, and he was madly in love with you. She hated that. She hated the fact that König rejected her. She was known to get around, but König saw through her bullshit.

"Y/N, come with us." Captain Price ordered. You were led to a building on base that you knew too well. It was a place where hostages and bad guys were taken to get answers. "Answers, meaning getting the shit beat out of you.

Once in the room. You were ordered to sit on the only chair that sat in the middle of the room. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and König were all there. You feel yourself breaking inside once you see him standing there looking at you. You can see it in his eyes. He's hurt. He wants to save you. But he can't.

Price begins with questions. You deny everything. Ghost was the one ordered to torture you. Soap and König watching in disbelief. Your screams echo throughout the room, but you never broke.

"Come on y/n! Tell us who you work for, and it'll all be over!" Price continued to rant on. And your answers were always the same. "I'm..not..a..fucking spy.."

König couldn't stand watching you like this. He's about to break. He's already seeing red. Soap noticed König getting angry. "I'm sorry, mate. It has to be done." Soap tells König. That only pist König off more. He turns to face Soap. "Fuck you, MacTavish."

You were bloody and exhausted. You had taken some heavy beatings. It had been 3 hours at this point. Price and Ghost are already frustrated. Soap, making sure König doesn't do anything stupid. Everyone's feelings are all over the place.

Suddenly, Keegan barges in through the door. "Sir, it's not y/n. It's (girls' name)." Not to your surprise that it was the hating slut who hates you for being with König. Everyone looks surprised. "She's in the room down the hall, sir." Ghost and Soap follow Keegan out. Price and König stay back, König immediately breaks you free from the cuffs on your wrists. He helps you stand and holds you. "I'm sorry about all this y/n." Price says. He leaves you and König as he makes his way to the room where the other woman is for the next interrogation.

König decided to carry you out. He didn't want you to walk. "I got you, my Schatz."

#konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #konig #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #könig call of duty #call of duty #yn #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #shorts #spotify #pov

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trtlebuns · 10 months

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Extra Mayo!!

You and soap get into an argument but it’s his turn to cook

inspired by this video: 💋

Tags: Cursing, Sfw, Arguments, 🧼

Johnny (Soap) MacTavish

“Like I said, you should’ve ran around the building instead of jumping your monkey ass through the window and getting shot at” you angrily said while pressing your finger into Johnny’s chest

“I dodged the bullets alright, and I barely even got shot at” Johnny huffed and swatted your hand away and rolled his eyes

“Unbelievable” you dryly chuckled and walked away shaking your head to go sit on the couch

“Seriously?! All this over a video game??” J huffed out

All you did was shake your head and scoffed and look at your fingers nails

“Whatever” he said and walked into the kitchen to get started on dinner

Johnny was getting pans and utensils out yet he doesn’t even realize that he doesn’t even know what you want to eat

“I’m making burgers” Johnny yelled out, hoping you were still there listening

After he didn’t hear you reply, he huffed and went around the counter to go into the living room but was stopped once he realized you were at the entrance

“You heard what I said” j said while sternly looking at you

“Nah, you gone have to repeat that” you said dryly while cocking a brow and folding your arms across your chest

We sassy today I guess

“Burgers” J said

“Burgers” You repeated

Johnny couldn’t even muster up a reply, he was so fed up, and just went back around the counter and started cooking

TIME SKIP

“What d’ya want on your burger” J yelled out

The food was done and now it’s just the plating

“You good?” You said from around the counter

“I’m proper like a Burger King whopper baby and I’m having it my way, now you can have it yours” Johnny said while putting lettuce and tomatoes on the burger

“Without cheese bitch” You said as you continued to watch Johnny assemble your burger

“Exactly” J mumbles under his breath

“I like bacon on my burger” Johnny says while looking at the pan behind him that has bacon in it

“Me too” you stated “extra mayo and onions out this bitch” you said and Johnny fixed your burger to your exact words

And my, was it delicious.

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shadystarlightgentlemen · 1 year

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Where all the Soap simps live (me too besties)

#soap x reader #soap calls yn bonnie in every fic #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #mw2 #soap mwii #john soap mactavish x reader #im in love with him

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eatmyassssssssz · 6 months

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Y/N: I still have that shirt

Soap: What.

Y/N: Ghost uses it as a pillow cover

Soap: What

Y/N: What? I washed it

who is this anon

ily pookie

"hey, soap?" you say, over the comms. theres heavy breathing then an short and sweet "ey? affirmative?"

"i still have that shirt." you say, rummaging through a box. "...what?" you see what you were looking for, smirk and pull your hand out the box. "ghost likes it, yaknow. pillow cover."

theres another 10 second break.

"what???"

#cod #cod mwii #cod mw fanfiction #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #yn #cod yn #your name #ghost x y/n #soap #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish

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thefanfictioncorner-blog · 15 days

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Read now! (30)

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a-very-bored-blogger · 1 year

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About me and MASTERLIST!!

Hi! I'm Thea! Currently 18, I write fanfiction for all sorts of things. I love football, COD and anything related to Britpop. I'm honestly a bit kinky, so minors need to fuck off from my blog for sure. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I like cats. I reblog anything I find interesting and I write.... ocasionally.

I support Newcastle United, and have only recently gotten into football. I'm often swamped with academics, and if anyone seems to have any similar fandoms or just wanna chat, send me a DM because I'm always looking for new friends :)

Football RPF:

Overworked! (Neymar x Fem!Reader):

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/706925628401827840/overworked-neymar-x-femreader

Bittersweet Romance (Cho Gue Sung X Fem! Reader Part 1):

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707296245341929472/summary-cho-and-yn-have-been-childhood-friends?source=share

Fruit’s Basket:

What One Doesn’t Expects (Yuki Sohma x Fem! Reader:)

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/653569330006687744/what-one-does-not-expect-yuki-sohma-x-fem

Overwatch:

Sengoku Jidai (Hanzo x Fem! Reader):

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/661322551456333824/%F0%9D%93%88%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%9C%F0%9D%93%80%F0%9D%93%8A-%F0%9D%92%BF%F0%9D%92%BE%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%BE-%F0%9D%92%BD%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%93%8F%F0%9D%91%9C-%F0%9D%93%8D-%F0%9D%93%87%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%87

Hanzo X Gender Neutral reader headcanons:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707201178709229568/hi-i-saw-that-your-requests-were-open-and-was

Damon Albarn X Fem Reader (SMUT)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/718338642334089216/feverish-damon-albarn-x-fem-reader-smut?source=share

John 'Price x Slasher!Fem Reader (smut)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/733033371358429184/%CA%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%9C-%E1%B4%84%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%8F-%CA%99%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%87%CA%80-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B

Soap Mactavish X Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737583974823673856/loved-pairing-johnny-soap-mactavish-x

DDLC! CALL Of Duty:

Prologue:

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737772000970489856/%E1%B4%B4%E1%B5%89%CB%A1%E1%B5%96-%E1%B4%B5%E1%B5%9B%E1%B5%89-%E1%B4%AC%E1%B6%9C%E1%B6%9C%E2%81%B1%E1%B5%88%E1%B5%89%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%83%CB%A1%CB%A1%CA%B8-%E1%B4%B6%E1%B5%92%E2%81%B1%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%89%E1%B5%88-%E1%B5%83-%E1%B5%80%E1%B5%83%CB%A2%E1%B5%8F%E1%B6%A0%E1%B5%92%CA%B3%E1%B6%9C%E1%B5%89-%F0%9D%97%94

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Beat Again | John Soap MacTavish x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Soap

23 “My days it feels so good to be home”

43 “It’s about time you met my family - we’ve been together long enough” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Soap comes home to find out what, or rather, who his partner has been doing while he's been away.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, cheating, non-graphic mentions of sex

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Soap groaned softly as he threw his bag down. More than glad to smell the scent of nicotine and coffee, the mixture he had missed most of all as he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. He was home at last. Home again. He had even better news, too, but he wanted to surprise you with it even though he knew that you wouldn't take too kindly to his appearance.

Scruffy and unkempt, he had a cast on his arm and bandages wrapped from his waist to his shoulder on his left side; he didn't have the heart to tell you that he had been shot during his last mission. He thought he could probably get away with lying and telling you that maybe, just maybe, he was involved in some sort of non-serious accident.

But then he heard it, laughter from the kitchen, and his heart dropped.

"Stop it!" You laughed in that flirtatious, bubbly way that you usually did when you were with him. "No! I'm ticklish there!"

Soap furrowed his brows, heart pounding in his chest as he dared to move around to the kitchen; he paused, dead in his tracks as he looked at the scene before him. Hesh, holding you by the sides as he nuzzled and kissed your neck.

Soap had never met him properly, but he had seen him in passing here and there when Price's friend Elias allowed his team to train with the 141.

Soap's jaw fell slack as he watched you plant your lips on Hesh's, tilting his head to the side as he let our a shuddering breath.

"Honey," Soap whined. "I'm home."

You turned to look at him, immediately pulling away from the other man as you cleared your throat and smiled, tugging on your half zipped hoodie. "Johnny! I didn't know you'd be home! Sorry, Hesh was just-"

"Fixing some plumbing," Hesh hummed, fixing himself a cup of coffee like he owned the fucking place.

"Well, my days it feels so good to be home," Soap growled out, taking a few steps towards you and harshly whispering in your ear. "Garden. Now."

Fuck. You had been caught. You knew better than to deny it, following him outside and reassuring Hesh that you wouldn't be long; immediately, Soap lit a cigarette, and cleared his throat as he glared at you with those icy grey eyes.

"The fuck?" He spat. "I leave for six months and you're fucking someone else?!"

You shrugged as you cleared your throat, sitting on the patio steps and letting out an even breath.

You wouldn't lie to him, you knew that it was best to admit what you had done. "It's been going on for a year, Johnny. I kept trying to tell you that I wasn't happy with how distant you were being, I kept telling you that I wasn't happy and that I wanted us to actually communicate."

"That ain't my fault!" Soap howled. "I have a fuckin' job to do!"

"It's not your job," you told him, shaking your head. "It's you, Johnny. Every time I try to talk to you, you either blow up and blame me, or you completely blow me off. I kept telling you this shit."

"So why didn't you leave?" He asked between gritted teeth.

"Because I didn't have anywhere safe to go," you explained, "and I knew that if I went with Hesh, you'd track him down anyway."

"You're lucky I haven't shot the fuckin' cunt!" Soap hissed. "If you were unhappy, why didn't you fuckin' say?!"

"I did!" You protested loudly. "I kept telling you! I begged for you not to be so fucking distant all the time! You pushed me away!"

"I did not!" He insisted, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "I was... fuck! I was gonna come home an' tell you that it's about time you met my family - we've been together long enough, but nah! You had to go and get fucked by someone else!"

"I don't want to meet your family," you admitted. "I don't want to be with you, Johnathan... I haven't for a long time and I kept trying to tell you this."

Soap clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure, he had always brushed off your concerns when you told him that you were worried that he was pushing you away and of course he had brushed you off when you tried to get him to communicate with you - but surely that didn't mean that he had pushed you into the arms of another man.

Surely, the three years that he had spent with you didn't mean nothing.

"Please," Soap whispered, making a move to hold your hand and wincing when you pushed him away. "Don't leave me, please..."

"I'm leaving tonight," you told him with a shake of your head. "If you try and track me and Hesh down, I'm gonna tell Elias."

Soap frowned, knitting his brows together as he sniffled, shaking his head. "We can work this out."

"I gave you every chance," you said quietly, shaking your head. "And..." you let out a quiet sigh. "I know about you and Charly."

"That was one time and-"

"Not according to Laswell," you told him, shaking your head. "I thought I'd brush it off, but... I've come to realise that you found someone better, right?"

Soap shook his head. "It was a mistake."

"So why make it eighteen times?" You asked, and when he didn't answer, you nodded slowly. "Exactly... just don't worry about it, John."

"I can explain," he pleaded softly.

You shook your head, taking a step back as you tried to put some distance between you both. "I'm sure you can, but I'm really not in the mood... Hesh cares about me, John. He cares. He wouldn't go gallivanting off with some fucking... random Sergeant!"

Soap scoffed as he hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It wasn't like that..."

"So what was it?" You asked. "Two years. You've fucked her eighteen times in two years... so, what was it? Was I not good enough?"

"Please-"

"No, Johnathan," you shook your head, grabbing the door handle and sniffling. "I stayed with you because I loved you. I don't anymore. I haven't for a while, now."

"It was a mistake," Soap insisted. "Please. We can fix-"

"No, we can't," you huffed. "Laswell told me you'd been shot. She also said Charly was at your bedside every day... you wanna fix this? Go back in time, unfuck her, and maybe pull your head out of your ass and start communicating with your partner - try that."

Soap knew he had lost, dejected as he sat on the patio step with his head in his hands, sniffling and crying. He knew he had done it to himself. He knew he had pushed you away and shut himself off from you, he knew he had done the worst thing in the world by cheating on you.

He tried to justify it to himself by saying that you had done the same, but... but he knew that if he hadn't been such a cunt, you wouldn't have run to Hesh.

He watched through the glass door as you and Hesh packed your things and left; he watched you leave your keys on the kitchen counter, and he sobbed quietly.

His heart would never beat the same again. Not without you.

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mlmxreader · 11 months

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Actually Home | John Soap MacTavish x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: Airport reunions - soap x m!jtf2!reader

summary: he’s glad more than he can say, but there is one thing that needs to be talked about.

tws: swearing

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A distant rumble of music, growing louder the closer it became, caught Soap’s attention more than anything; listening closely, he smiled when he realised what song it was. ‘Saboteurs’, by Sabaton. He started to grin when the sounds of men singing along began to flood through; they were all home. They were back, they were safe; his worst nightmare had not come true just yet. He was relieved, but more than anything, he was fucking happy; the boys from Joint Task Force Two were home at last, and they were safe. He took a headcount as they came flooding into the airport terminal, all of them were there.

One was holding a speaker, and he laughed as he made his way over; waiting for you to put it down by your feet before he smashed into you, holding you tightly and catching you off-guard for a split second before you actually hugged him back. A sigh left you as you swallowed thickly and turned the music down. You sniffled, clearing your throat as you let out a soft laugh, pushing Soap to arm’s length as you grinned and struggled to come up with the words that you had wanted to say ever since you had left.

“You’re home,” he breathed out, hands on your face as he stared into your eyes, licking his lips. “You’re actually home.”

You nodded, clearing your throat again as your hands went to his waist, you could feel a sort of burning sensation in your throat as the words started to get caught and snagged amongst the delicate flesh. “I’m home, baby.”

Soap licked his lips, his thumbs soft against your skin as he gently wiped your cheeks, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming. “Don’t leave me again.”

“No can do,” you shook your head. “I gotta get coffee.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said, picking up the speaker and grabbing your bags. “I don’t mind.”

You smiled, shaking your head fondly as you headed over to the cafe near the duty free shop; you ordered yourself and Soap one, and as you waited, you turned to him. “You don’t have to shadow me, Johnny.”

“I definitely do,” Soap told you with a curt nod. “I don’t wanna risk losing you again, not now.”

“You didn’t lose me the first time,” you pointed out. “You’ll never lose me.”

“I dinnae about that,” he shrugged. “What if you’d have got shot down?”

“Won’t happen,” you reassured, shaking your head. “And anyway, I’m home now, ain’t I?”

Soap grumbled as he put the speaker down to scratch at the underside of his jaw; his stubble was getting thicker, he hadn’t trimmed the coarse black hairs since you had left, just as he hadn’t really done any washing. Or sorted the dishwasher out. Or done anything around the house, really. He looked after the dog, that beloved greyhound that you had insisted on getting, and most of the time, it had eaten better than he did. But when it came to himself, and the house itself, he hadn’t been able to do anything; he knew that you always did everything when he was deployed, but it was different.

Soap never liked to be without you, not at home, and he always waited with his phone on-hand just in case; he would panic and worry every time it rang, fearing the worst. He rarely slept, knowing that the nightmares would creep into his mind and would dig their claws into his skull so deeply that he couldn’t get rid of them. He never stopped watching the news, always worried that the headlines would suddenly be about the death of the Task Force. It was different if you were on training exercises, or if you were on holidays with friends.

“C’mon,” you hummed, holding the coffees as you gestured to the few tables. “I know I’ve been sat on my backside for a good few hours, but I gotta sit down for a bit longer.”

Soap nodded, sitting down with you and letting the speaker rest on your bag as he cleared his throat. “I am glad that you’re home, y’know.”

“I know,” you nodded back, daring to smile. “But I also know that you’re worried sick.”

“Aye, that’s true,” he dared to laugh softly. “Always knew me so well, eh?”

“Better than you think,” you laughed along with him for a brief moment. “How’s my dog been?”

“She’s good,” Soap told you. “Still steals my seat every time I fuckin’ move, and barks at me when she wants to go out… dafty dog, she always nicks food off my plate.”

“Sounds about right,” you grinned. “She probably only does it to make you laugh - she’s trying to look after you because she knows you’re worried.”

He glared at you. “Or, she’s a daft mutt… but she’s a good dog, I’ll give her that. She missed you - couldn’t open the curtains, every car that drove past, she thought it was you.”

“Johnny…” you sighed, shaking your head as you cleared your throat. “I’m gonna ask you something, and I want your honest opinion.”

“Yeah?”

“If I were to go to the Mosque,�� you started, “and ask if I could get a nikah… would you sign it?”

Soap thought about it for a moment, chewing at the inside of his lip as he furrowed his brows. “You wanna get married?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Would you?”

He pouted for a second, and then laughed as he nodded. “Of course I would, ya fuckin’ weapon.”

You laughed as you took a long swig of your coffee. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He scoffed. “One condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“We do it soon,” Soap started, “before you get deployed again - I don’t wanna be twat arsing about all on my ones.”

You nodded, daring to reach for his hand as you held it tightly. “I think we can do that. We’ll go down to the Mosque to talk about it tomorrow, yeah?”

“Alright,” he agreed, daring to smile brightly. “We can do that... it’s about time you were my husband and not my boyfriend, anyway.”

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 1 month

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Could you pretend you love me? Pt.1

Soap x Fem Reader (single mom).

Let me introduce Mr. And Mrs. Blackwood, the newlyweds and new neighbors.

This is just the alibi, a false marriage with normal jobs and a normal and traditional family, Why? Oh, just to take a look at the enemy.

Warning: only grammatical and spelling errors.

Pt 2

You and Soap argue all the time, for everything and for nothing, both work well together but before every successful mission there's always a previous discussion.

The boys are accustomed already so they just let you argue and complain. «I told you we don't want to attract attention, we will be discreet!» «we need to create a distraction so they can take the hostage without someone noticing!» «No!» «Yes!»

Price acted like a Father trying to stop two teenagers, every time. Both of you are efficient but also a headache.

This time is not different. Price already explained to you the mission, observe, get close to the enemy, put some hidden cameras or microphones, trackers, all the necessary to obtain information and capture them. That was the easy part, the hard part was Price's proposition.

- What? Sorry cap, but I think Ghost or Gaz or even you, would play a better role than Soap.

«Oh no, here we go again» ghost and Gaz muttered while rolling their eyes.

- Excuse me? You don't know what you're talking about y/n. I'm such a perfect husband material.

- You're everything but a husband. Seriously Captain, we have to considerate someone else. Also I have my daughter, what will I do with her?

- Y/n, I understand you're mother now, but I also know the girl is in a private school... A boarding school, am I right? she will be fine and if she needs to visit I'm sure she won't be in danger, that could help us a little.

You simply nodded but then you stared at soap, you observed him head to toe, you're sure he's not the right person for this kind of mission, his hairstyle, his personality, you think he's inadequate.

-Alright... but... He's not the right person for this mission, that's all I'm saying.

Soap is not angry, he's actually making fun of this, he put a hand over his chest and opened his mouth, pretending to be offended by your comment.

- Y/n, I feel offended, I'm a very charming man, clearly I'm the best option. The lieutenant is too serious, he certainly won't be very friendly with our target, Gaz is maybe an option, but there's not much chemistry between you and him as a fake couple and our Captain... He simply has better missions to attend.

«Agree» «Sorry Y/n, Soap's right» «he'll do it fine, trust him»

You just rolled your eyes, you feel ridiculous trying to make them understand your point of view.

A few days later after that discussion, you were looking for someone around the base. Emma, your almost 7 year old daughter, was visit day and you couldn't get a nanny for her so you brought her with you to the base, the little girl is now lost and you're desperate to find her.

- Did you Lost something Sergeant?

Ghost's voice took you by surprise, his giant form always makes you a little bit anxious.

- Ah! Ghost, I mean Lieutenant, I... I'm actually looking for my daughter... I told her to stay in my office but she disappeared.

And just behind him, Emma appeared, holding your lieutenant's hand.

- I think I found her.

You kneeled in front of your girl and hugged her.

- Emma, why did you do that? I told you, you can't walk around here alone.

- But Y/N, I wanted to explore!! Ghost found me, he accompanied me, he's very sweet.

You stood up and took your little girl's hand.

- I'm sorry Lt; thanks for finding her.

You started to walk back to your office while Emma muttered to you «I think Ghost is very handsome...» you sighed «you're just like your mother...».

Indeed, Emma is the mini version of your best friend, you miss her, her loss was the most painful moment of your life, but Emma needed someone, your friend always said you would be her Legal representative if one day the worst happened. Now after a year, you're trying to be a mother for the little girl.

Both were getting ready to leave the base when a Knock on your door interrupted, Emma ran to open, it was Soap.

- Y/n, I just came to give you the files with the location of the house and other important stuff, oh, I think it would be good if we arrive together...like a happy family.

- Thanks Soap, ah... Can we discuss all this later?, I have to take her back to school...

You pointed at Emma who's still on the door observing at Soap with sparkling eyes, you continued talking.

-This is Emma, my daughter. Emma, this is my friend Johnny.

Johnny smiled at the little girl and shook hands with her.

- Heyyy, future daughter, Ghost told me about you, you're certainly a sunshine.

Emma blushed but instantly the curiosity captivated her.

- Future daughter? Are you Y/N's boyfriend? Have you seen Ghost's face? I think he has beautiful eyes.

Your red face was enough to make Soap's laugh, but he was quick to respond.

- I guess your mommy will talk to you about this later, and Yes, I've seen my lieutenant's face, not so bad but I think I'm more... Attractive.

He blinked an eye at Emma and then to you, he said goodbye and disappeared. On your way to Emma's school you explained to her what Soap was talking about, you never saw her so happy, excited to 'help' you in this mission.

While she was at school, you packed all your clothes and some stuff necessary to take to your temporary home. Soap was kind and went to your apartment to help you with the boxes, after all, it was better if both arrived together.

It was a short drive, you also discovered the location is not so far from Emma's school, the house is not so big but also not so small, white and yellow with a beautiful garden, certainly looks perfect for a family. Before leaving the car you decided both needed to put some rules.

- First of all, when Emma is around don't insult or say a bad word

- Copy...

- Second, we will sleep in the same bed... But, if you get close enough I will send you to sleep on the floor, okay?

- Fair enough.

Why is he so calmed? It is annoying how he simply smiles and is not complaining? You're not understanding what he is trying to do.

- And... Why are you agreeing to everything I'm saying?

- You said I'm not husband or dad's material, I will show you you're wrong my sweet wife... Let's start the show, Sweetheart!

He opened the door and got out of the car, you stayed speechless and followed him, he handed you the keys to open while he was bringing the boxes with you and his stuff.

You wanted to help but he refused, you were starting to complain when a man, your new neighbor, and technically the enemy, appeared, smiling pretending to be nice.

- I want to help! You're being a...

- Hello there! welcome to the neighborhood!

Both looked at him, he started to walk to you, Soap put the box on the floor and held your waist softly, you didn't know why but you felt shivers.

- Hey, thanks man! I'm John and this is my wife y/n

- it's really good to have new neighbors, I'm Jeff. I live in the house next to yours, feel free to visit whenever you want.

- Oh man, you live in a palace, it's a wonderful house!

- I Know, I think it is a good place to raise kids.

-Certainly it is, not only the house but the entire neighborhood, that's why my wife wanted to buy this house, no baby?

He kissed your forehead and squeezed your waist softly, you jumped in surprise.

- Oh, yes, sorry, I'm distracted by all this beauty, I can't wait to start to unpack! Jeff, how long have you been living here?

- I moved here 6 years ago, it's wonderful, my son loves this place, do you have children?

- Ah...

- Yes, our little princess, Emma, she's not here but will visit us soon, she's excited to see her new bedroom.

- Oh, where's she?

You started to worry, you never thought about the real danger you were putting on the little girl, but before you could think about a good lie, Soap spoke for both.

- She's visiting my parents, they have a small farm and Emma loves the horses.

- I see, well, I hope I can meet her soon, my son will be happy to have a new friend...

- For sure, Anyway, it has been a pleasure to meet you Jeff, we have too much work to do, we want to end all early, to have some time for us.

Jeff, was looking at both, there was something in his eyes that made you think he wasn't very convinced, You hugged Soap by his waist and put your head over his chest

- Ah yes, it has been a pleasure Jeff, but as my husband said, we have to hurry up if we want to... you know, do some newly married things.

He nodded and started to walk to his house, before you could speak again, Soap carried you and yelled «Home sweet home, my lady» you made a loud fake laugh and tried to make some sweet comments. Once the door was closed you jumped from his arms and looked for your phone and sent an encrypted text to Price. «Phase 1, Success, we'll start to install security around the house and ASAP we'll try to install microphones and trackers on the enemy». Soap was quick, he started to work in all the security system, you were surprised when you saw him installing on Emma's room.

- What are you doing Soap?

He looked at you and continued his work, you noticed Emma's room was the safest around the house. Then, his voice caught your attention.

- If your daughter will be staying here some days, I want to be sure she will be safe, you and her are my responsibility at the moment, it means that keeping us safe is my priority, more than spying on the enemy.

You blushed, his words caused you goosebumps and a strange feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure about why you were feeling all that so you decided to say thanks and leave the room.

- Thanks Jhonny, umm, dinner will be ready soon, wash your hands.

- I'll be there in a minute.

You ran out of the room, your heart beat was racing, after the dinner both were working a little, talking about your daughter and when she will visit you, it was strange for you, but for a moment you forgot this was all fake.

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birdythebirdthing · 17 days

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Imagine male reader without a shirt cause he is muscular as fuck.

The summer was so hot and [Name] hated summer, he always takes off his shirt and sometimes mask if he is alone.

One day his fellow lovers and his team had a gym today so they open to door to see.. The male without shirt! Damn man the male had 6 packs and large pecs and they were not in bite marks. (Others Had bites marks, but male didn't which the four got confused as shit)

"Eeek! Why didn't ya say that yall come in!" [Name] screamed hiding his upper body his hands.

"I didn't knew you were packed, man" Ace says.

[Name]'s team left cause they knew he need private time.

"Where is ya bite marks that we gave aye" Soap asked.

"Yeah.. no bite marks or hickeys." Gaz spoke.

"Well, uh.. I had been a mission with my team last two weeks aye that's why?" [Name] replied.

"Really? They is no light marks of us." Price spoke looking at male features.

"No marks but, we have time to take what's our and full your body with our bite marks right guys?" Ghost asked the three which they nodded.

"What? Cmon it was only two weeks I never seen my chest without bite marks this time.. aye" [Name] said tired to make them stop no avail.

"We have to know you're ours luv, since you have a higher rank" Soap spoke.

After 2 hours or 3 hours?

Oh god man, the male's body is covered with bites and hickeys especially on his pecs where he had four bite marks from each of them.

And his abs had literally blood bite marks from the four. Everywhere tummy, thighs oh god they did vanaged you in the neck cause the four already knew your sweet spot which makes you to moan everytime they bite their.

Poor [Name] can't flex his body to anyone because of his jealousy lovers.

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birdythebirdthing · 18 days

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Male reader who is poly relationship with the tf141! While someone is flirting with the reader and.. reader is just straing, does not know anything he maybe a cold dude in reality he thinks about sleep.

While the tf141 saw him and some radom guy they all got jealous. Male reader seeing the tf141 and thinking like "holy shit of mother sleep im dead and I does not know how to make this guy to not speak with me awww man"

And that random guy hugged male reader this makes tf141 go wild, male reader saw that, when the random guy leaves the room, male reader heart beat is rasing.

Probably male reader after that random guy leaving: 🤐

And the tf141 will be: 🤬

Poor [Name] his ass is going to be on trouble.

Next day:

[Name] has.. just too much bite marks from his fellow lovers in neck, thighs.

[Name] can't walk also cause he got ravaged by his four lovers same time.

The tf141 have to help [Name] to ease his pain what happen last night 😏

Like: Price making soup for [Name] and soap rubbing [Name]'s thighs to ease the pain and ghost constaly telling praise and gaz let [Name] put his hoodie and cuddle [Name]

They all end in cuddle pie. How cute.

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birdythebirdthing · 14 days

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Soap x M! Reader x Ghost

[Name] decides to show his face to his two lovers?? cause Ghost already showed his face to [Name] and Soap and [Name] was insecure about his face and body which he didn't tell his two lovers.. if [Name] said to them they would comfort him.

After a long mission, [Name] and his team returned to the base and [Name] was already so tired that his team [Name] said to dismiss his team to rest, and they all went.

[Name] opened the door, it was 5AM in the night, and he saw his two lovers cuddling each other.. with a small plushie version of himself sandwiched in the middle of both.

[Name] curved a smile, seeing that he saw Ghost without a mask his messy blonde hair was clearly to be seen, and [Name] wanted to take off his mask and reveal his face to his beloved lovers.

[Name] took off his mask, his custom balaclava with some fake devil horns revealing his face.. his natural red hair and strong jawline. [Name] sits down in a chair facing a mirror, his face is oddly handsome with Heterochromia he has a red colour eye on his left and his right is blue, with little scars on his cheeks.

[Name] takes off his gear and his uniform, to see some self-harm scars on his hand and waist, [Name] had been hiding it too long. Suddenly, a Phone alarm rings, making [Name] startle and Soap and Ghost wake up seeing [Name]'s face.

"[Name]? You're back? Mate we missed you" Soap speaks, he notices [Name] without his mask, and so does Ghost notice [Name]'s features.

"First time, seeing me without my mask yeah? Since Ghost took off his mask to show his face to us... The truth is I was insecure about my face and body but I got a sudden feeling to show my face to you both" [Name] spoke, looking away.

"Oh, luv? Why didn't you say earlier we would help you.." Ghost replied, standing up and caressing the male's cheek.

Soap notice, [Name] arms with self-harm scars. Soon Soap gets up caressing his arm, and [Name] feels Soap has already seen his scars,

"[Name].? are those..?" Soap was cut before saying anything, [Name] replied "Yes, it was a self-harm scar before... not now" [Name] looked away.

Ghost was a bit shocked, at what [Name] did to his handsome body. "Luv? why did you do this to yourself? and harm your handsome body?" Ghost spoke.

"It was past... when I first joined here.." [Name] speaks. "Yet it is still a scar [Name]." Soap speaks in soft voices.

Soap and Ghost hugged [Name] and sandwiched him between them. When [Name] kisses both of them on the cheeks and blushes away, They feel [Name]'s soft lips and his soft eyes.

And when Soap kissed [Name] Ghost kisses his neck and gently bites it. When they realise [Name] is a cold guy outside, but a softie inside. when Ghost bites in his sweet spot, [Name] moans it was a soft, cute moan and they both get hard.

And you know what will happen 🤭

[Name] was in the common room, with sore legs and bite marks on his neck and Soap and Ghost on his each side caressing his thighs.

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#male yn #john soap mactavish #cod #tf 141 #ghost x reader x soap #fluff #poly gay #call of duty #self h@rm #simon ghost riley

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