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angelcqre · 4 months

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Ti Te Ka'Ra

Mandalorian!141/Jedi!Reader / 55 BBY / Eventual GhostxReader

The ship is warm when you step into it. It’s jarring - in the empty vacuum of space, it’s difficult to maintain warmth, an expenditure of energy that most sentients agree is wasteful at best and suicidal at worst. It’s all too possible that your engine runs out of energy in the middle of nowhere, stranding you for any sleemo to come up on you, especially in the Outer Rim.

And this is deep kriffing Outer Rim.

The airlocks hiss as you step further in, sealing you with the armored man and his crew and the signature in the force that twinkles bright, a splay of youth-curiosity-exhaustion that reminds you of the creche. Of home. Fortuitous, really, that you had been conducting the watchman’s circuit, that you had been so close. A fresh knight in the right place at the right time.

The man before you doesn’t have his helmet on - displays a face that looks older than it should, warm eyes crinkling at the edges even as he looks at you with skepticism and distrust, inscrutable in the force, but mandalorians are like that, are trained to be like that. Jedi hunters, you’re reminded of when your people were at war.

You have no doubt he’s as deadly as any legend of old.

“You’re the jedi,” He says, and his voice is gruff, not a question, no, an accusation. You hum in acknowledgement, hands folding in front of you where you know he can see them, far from the lightsaber hitched onto your belt. "C'mon then - the child is waiting."

You fall into step with him easily, cognizant of him watching you out the corner of his eye. He's good - you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't tuned into his presence in the force. As well-shielded as he is, his awareness is a heavy, distinctive thing, scrutinizing and considering. You think he might be sizing you up. Beneath the armor, you can tell the man is broad, large, surely strong enough to lug around at least seventy pounds of armor, if your own assessment is accurate.

He'd probably give you a run for your money. Your lips quirk at that, curl. It's been a while since you've had a good fight.

He leads you through the small ship to what appears to be a common room - a rounded table embedded into the floor, surrounded by three stools and a backed bench that edges the wall, all smooth durasteel.

In the corner is the largest mandalorian you've ever seen. The man is huge - even beneath his armor, you can tell he's built, broad shoulders and a barrel chest and thick thighs. He'd be downright intimidating - he might still be intimidating - if he didn't have a child nestled into the crook of his arm, dozing happily against the fabric of his cape, one small hand wrapped around his gloved finger tight. She radiates into the force, a steady stream of comfort-safety-sleep that has your own eyes feeling heavy, made worse by how warm the ship is.

You take a step forward as you hear the other man head to the cockpit, curiosity getting the best of you, but the man in the corner's head snaps up, fixes on you like a predator's would, and your breath catches in your throat.

He's like a black hole in the force. It's unnerving - where there should be at least an outline of him, there's a void, unnatural and odd, nearly swallowing the child he's holding and all of her brilliance. You have to fight the urge to snatch her away, to soothe the feeling of strangeness that lingers in the air.

Good shields. Too good - he's all but erased himself in the force. It's a degree of fascinating that has you eager to edge closer and just as eager to step away.

"Tion'cuy?" He asks, voice a low growl, his voice modulator making it worse, and as you approach, you can see that there's some sort of paint along the black beskar, a stylized skull on his bucket and bones etched onto his gauntlets. "Ibic cuyir te jetii?"

"Basic in front of the jedi, vod, captain's orders," Drawls a voice from behind you, a force signature registering alongside the steady sounds of boots on metal grating, lighter than you'd expect for the kind of greaves you're sure he's wearing. "He's askin' what you are, bonnie lass, case you were wonderin'. 'M Soap," He hooks a thumb, gestures to himself, and then to the black-armored mando- "'N that's Ghost."

Unlike Ghost, Soap's armor is lighter, intricately painted in swirls of color that look almost to be like.. explosions against the deep green color, bursts of orange and yellow in sporadic splatters of pigment. His helmet is on, T-Visor dark and obstructive, but his voice is friendly enough, accent thick and warm and low.

"Soap and Ghost. It's a pleasure to meet you both," You say, letting some of the tension loose from your shoulders, gaze flicking between the two of them. "I'm a jedi - a knight. The closest one the council could send. They said it was an emergency case.." Your eyes trail down to the bundle in Ghost's arms, one brow arching when he shifts to hold the baby girl a bit more protectively, wary of you in the way that mandalorians often are. You don't move from where you're standing - not when Soap leans in to inspect you, not when a third lopes out, bucket under his arm and an easy smile on his face.

"And this one's Gaz." Soap rumbles, and this one - this one is different. An easy smile, long lashes, full lips, he's undeniably beautiful, but more than that -

He's force sensitive. You can feel him sprawled out through the force; easy, confident, not enough to qualify for the temple but enough to notice. You hum softly, rattle off your name, try not to take it personally when none of them take note of it.

There's a lightness to his presence. You wonder how it presents; with those just toeing the edge of sensitivity, it typically manifests in gifts, specializations. There's a clearness to Gaz's eyes as he looks you over, a sharpness.

"So you're here to keep the ik'aad from tearing our ship up more?" His voice is smooth, easy, a crisp coruscanti accent that has you tilting your head in curiosity and nodding. He rewards you with a smile, relief flashing in dark eyes, his posture loose and easy. His helmet goes to rest on the table as he drops into a stool, loosing a low sigh and reaching out to the baby.

"That's the idea. Untrained force sensitives are.. difficult," You respond, doing well to keep the question out of your voice. You doubt he knows, and even if he does, it's none of your business. "It's why we start them in the creche from as young as possible. Big feelings, a lot of power, no idea how to control that power.. it's a recipe for disaster, especially on prolonged trips."

Slowly, you move to sit at the table as well, gaze trained on the faceless man holding the child. You can feel his eyes on you - feel him assessing you, just as their captain had, but there's intent behind it that the other man simply hadn't had. Like if you moved wrong, he'd have no qualms squashing you like a grub.

"And that wouldn't amplify the.. difficulty?" Gaz asks, leaning forwards, brows raising, fine lines on his forehead becoming more pronounced. He looks young - you wonder if he's had his fair share of stress. "All of 'em together?"

"Thankfully, no. Between the crechemasters and the creche itself, crechelings are kept pretty settled," You say, gaze once again flicking to the baby. "We, ah. We project calm."

"Some of that jetii banthashite, bonnie?" Soap drops into the bench beside Ghost, utterly oblivious to the ache.

"Something like that."

"Well, s'long as it ain't pointed at us," He says, smiling with a bit too much teeth to be anything other than perfectly clear - friendly as he might be, the wariness is sharp. "'M sure ye ken not to misbehave with us, hen."

You keep your face schooled into impassive placidity, the perfect image of a settled jedi, even if the hair on the back of your neck rises at the suggestion of a threat. Your own eyes reflect back to you on that mirrored visor, and you swallow, soften your eyes, offer an easy, calm smile.

"Of course not."

It's going to be a long trip to coruscant.

#star wars #cod star wars au #my stuff #mando!ghost #mando!141 #mando!price #mando!gaz #mando!soap #star wars au call of duty #star wars call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #codmw2 #141 x reader

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felixeis003 · 3 months

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Grey Jedi!Ghost and Jedi!Soap

This fan art comes with a fic written by the amazing @theghostofsoap !!!!! Read it here : 😊😊

#fanart #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #star wars #myart #soap cod #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #soap mactavish #soap mw2

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simo0n · 5 months

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Whose side are you on, Simon?🤨

#call of duty #cod #cod ww2 #john soap mactavish #soapghost #star wars #soap cod #ghost cod

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fiteandflite · 2 months

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Sort of a continuation from my last post.

If you’re writing British characters, particularly English characters, then here’s a list of slang people actually use:

(A lot of these depends on class and where they’re from)

Knackered: very tired (everyone)

Innit: right? (Working class)

Knickers in a twist: stressed (middle upper)

Bogging: gross/stinky (Scots)

Clapped: ugly (working)

Peng: hot (working)

Scouser: someone from Liverpool (everyone)

Manc: someone from Manchester (usually derogatory)

Mank/ manky: gross (Mank = working, Manky = upper middle)

Rank: gross/ stinky (working)

Bloody: same as ‘fucking’ for emphasis (but please don’t overuse it) (everyone)

Shag: to have sex (working)

Wanker: stupid person/ dickhead (working)

Wank: masturbate (male) (working)

Twat: idiot (literally vagina) (working but could be everyone)

Cunt: we all know what this means, but the use depends on the class of the person. To the upper class it’s taboo, to the lower it’s like ‘bro’

Bruv (again, don’t overuse it please) (working)

Bollocks (same as ‘balls’) (upper middle)

(Right) Chuffed (flattered) (everyone)

Daft (stupid) (upper middle)

Gob (mouth, ie shut your gob)

Lit (good) (lower)

Skint (broke) (working)

Slag (whore) (working)

Cheers (thanks) (everyone)

That’s all I can think of for now but if in doubt, listen to some Arctic Monkeys

#cod #call of duty #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #obi wan kenobi #star wars tcw #Star Wars #clone wars #codywan

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journen · 10 months

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(Brainrot)Cosplay crossover!! Lol. Because the Codywan to Soapghost pipeline is real.

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maybe-murphy · 1 year

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I gave in and watched the new cod campaign and here's the result, these two have taken over my brain.

#call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #murphy draws #we shall be back to regular star wars posting soon but I need to get this out of my system first

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heyitsropi · 1 year

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i just realized—

maybe i have a type:

#what is my life #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #din djarin x reader #bucky barnes x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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saturncodedstarlette · 7 months

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“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m going to disappear.”

“Well, are you? Because last time—”

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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NSFW Masterlist Part 5

DC COMICS

Getting Handsy on a Mission with DC Characters

Soft Dom!Dick Grayson Talks You Through an Orgasm

Grinding on Jason's Thigh

First Night with Bruce, Dick, Jason and Oliver

MCU

Wolverine NSFW Headcanons

Edging and Overstimulating Peter Quill

Pietro Maximoff with a Baby Fever

Size Kink with M'Baku

Eddie Brock and Venom NSFW Headcanons

MCU Characters Having a Wet Dream About You

Sex Pollen Blurb with Feral Logan

Cockwaming Adam Warlock

GENSHIN IMPACT

Zhongli Makes You Beg

Mean Doms Scaramouche and Heizou

Dottore Reluctantly Giving Oral

Venti, Kazuha, Al-Haitham and Zhongli Reacting to You Having a Womb Tattoo

Genshin Men + How They Like to Fuck You

Ayato Kamisato Dry Humping with You

Genshin Men + Overstimulation

Genshin Men Being Needy for You

Gorou + Rope Bunny Reader

Genshin Men + NSFW Collage AU

Sending Nudes to Genshin Men

Genshin Men + Sex Toys

Shower Sex with Kaeya, Scaramouche, Ayato, Tighnari, Xiao and Zhongli

Itto Being Rough with You

Al-Haitham and Kaveh with an S/O Who is Clingy During Sex

Pegging Genshin Men

BLUE LOCK

Bachira Locker Room Blurb

Mikage Reo Cockwarming + Praise

Clingy Sae Itoshi Coming Home to You

Bachira Loving You Calling His Name

Kunigami Rensuke + Deepthroating

Rough Morning Sex with Bachira

Marathon Sex with Bachira

Using the Safe Word with Bachira

Jinpachi Ego + Orgasm Control

Reo Keeping You Quiet During Sex

Kunigami Rensuke + Overstimulation

Chigiri Eating You Out

Chigiri Using a Remote Controlled Vibrator on You

Chigiri Taking His Time with You

Mirror Sex with Chigiri

Blue Lock Team + Wedding Night Sex

Aftercare with Reo

Sending Nudes to Team Blue Lock

Bachira Makes Your Orgasm for the First Time

Shower Sex with Sae

Bachira Discovering Your Sex Toys

Sae Takes Your Virginity

Bachira, Sae, Rin, Kunigami and Reo when You Grind on Their Abs

Bachira and Rin Seeing You in Lingerie

Kunigami Fucking You in the Locker Room After Losing a Game

First Time with Bachira, Kunigami and Reo

Busy Boyfriend Rin Has Sex with You in the Hallway

ARCANE

Vi Accidentally Hurts You During Sex

Rough Sex with Ekko

Sub!Amab!Sevika + Cock Riding

Office Sex with Arcane Men

CHAINSAW MAN

Denji Getting Head for the First Time

Chainsaw Man Quartet Making You Moan

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Leona Kingscholar + Breeding Kink

Twisted Wonderland Men When You Go Feral

Twisted Wonderland Men Giving Oral

Make-up Sex with Leona

Twisted Wonderland Men Taking Your First Time

Overblot!Jamil Viper Overstimulating You

Leona, Azul, Malleus + Cock Riding

Malleus Keeps Breeding You After Someone Knocks at the Door

Trey, Cater, Vil, Malleus with an S/O who's Shy During Sex

Wedding Night with Ruggie, Floyd and Lilia

Punishment and Denial with Vil

Sex on the Beach with Cater Diamond

CALL OF DUTY

Threesome Blurb with Simon and König

Simon Giving You Creampies

Angry Sex with Simon

Group Sex with Simon, John, Konig and Alejandro

Task Force 141 + Long Distance Sex

Task Force 141 with an S/O who Massages Their Breasts

AVATAR

Avatar Men Being Able to Smell You when You're Horny

NSFW Alphabet with Miles Quaritch

Avatar Men Stamina Headcanons

Hand and Finger Kink with Avatar Men

Edging and Overstimulating Tsu'tey

Avatar Men Being Careful while Having Sex with You

Tsu'Tey in a Rut

Worshiping Tsu'Tey

Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Aonung Being Turned On

NSFW Letters I, J, N, V, X with Lo'ak

Avatar Men Eating You Out

NSFW Letters I, N, C and X with Aonung

Tonowari with a Breeding Kink

STAR WARS

Overstimulating and Blindfolding Hunter

Luke Skywalker + Enemies who Fuck

Din Djarin + Post Mission Sex Blurb

The Bad Batch + Where They Like to Come

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Fucking Your Mouth

Sukuna Puts a Collar on You

Friends with Benefits with Jujutsu Kaisen Characters

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Kinks

#dc comics x reader #mcu x reader #genshin impact x reader #blue lock x reader #arcane x reader #chainsaw man x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #call of duty x reader #avatar x reader #star wars x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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frankiesteinart · 7 months

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Inquisitor Ghost

#ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghostcod #ghostmw2 #call of duty #inquisitor #star wars #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #drawing #fanart #illustration

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mentally-retired · 1 month

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i love it when these two men kiss (they have never kissed) (and never will) (i live in blorbo world)

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amikoroyaiart · 1 year

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Riley finds himself unable to move, just observe, as one of the Zabrak’s hands loosely wraps around his lekku. Then, just as he releases a sharp breath at the touch, Tavish rises to his tiptoes and leaves a soft kiss on Riley’s lips. From chapter 2 of and I'll use you as a warning sign by hoodedmiho I know you missed Togruta!Ghost and Zabrak!Soap

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #modern warfare II #star wars #amiko art #star wars au

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theghostofsoap · 3 months

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No Force on this Earth (Could Keep Me From You)

Fandom: Call of Duty x Star Wars

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish

Rating: Teen +

Tags: implied torture, force bonds, blood mention, angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: this fic was massively inspired by @felixeis003 and some lovely CoD x Star Wars art they did of Ghost and Soap <33 it truly got the hamster wheel in my mind going

(Check out the art here!!!)

Soap wasn't sure how long he'd been here. He and Gaz had been together on assignment to investigate a moon where a particularly strong force signature had pinged recently. There was suspicion that a Sith artifact was located there and they wanted to make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

Unfortunately, the entire thing had been a trap. He was pretty sure Gaz had managed to make it out when he'd dove into a swarm of droids. The last thing he remembered was seeing the familiar face of Count Dooku before falling unconscious.

Ever since then, he'd been kept in a cell. A few times he'd been poked and prodded. He wasn't sure what they wanted with him, but the combination of minimal food and the Force suppression collar around his neck was making the time tick by like molasses. Most of the time he meditated while trying to overhear any speck of information that he could, which wasn't much.

The sheer emptiness of it all was almost worse. Maybe they were trying to drive him mad with silence and isolation.

He just had to hope that Gaz was coming back with a rescue party. He wasn't even 100% sure if he was still on the same moon. The only thing he could see from his confinement was the metal-lined hallway and the empty cells beside him.

During his fourth rest cycle, he heard footsteps down the hallway. He did his best to keep calm, taking in slow, steadying breaths. The person who came around the corner was a face he hadn't seen in a while.

The dark cloak swished out behind them as they came to a halt. The smirk on their face was the same one Soap remembered from the few times they were in lessons together.

"Well Phillip, you certainly weren't who I was expecting to see today." He drawled.

"After all these years and they couldn't quite beat the snark out of you could they? And that's Darth Gravis to you," Phillip replied.

Soap snorted. "Really? Darth Gravis? I'm sorry, but I'm nae gonna take you very seriously when I still remember you tripping into the fountain during our forms."

Phillip's eyebrow ticked, but otherwise he kept his face a mixture of arrogant and angry. "When I heard they'd gotten their hands on you, I told them isolation wasn't going to work. But I needed time to get here and I wanted to make sure I was the first one to get my hands on you John." He tilted his head and two droids opened up the cell. The smirk on his face grew as he took a step forward. Soap just stayed in his lotus position.

"By the time I'm done with you, we'll see how seriously you take me."

It had started simple, things Soap had expected. His ribs were bruised and each breath came out with a slight wheeze, but he could take it.

The harder part was the intrusions. Being cut off from the force while feeling someone else's slimy, icher of a presence oozing through his thoughts and tearing down his walls was agonizing. He held in his screams the best he could, making his tongue bleed in the process.

"All those feelings and you're still in the precious Order, huh? Do you think that big bastard actually cares for you that way?" Gravis drawled one time as Soap was hunched over on the floor, trying to catch his breath as blood trickled out of his nose.

"I watched the footage, you know. We keep most footage of the 'important experiments.' It'd be almost admirable that he isn't dark if it weren't for the fact that he's just so weak. You should've seen him. Pathetic honestly the way he-"

Not many things had gotten to Soap, but with his shields already low and his emotions in fray, hearing him talk about him that way made Soap snap. He lunged forward, slamming himself into Gravis's legs. With his hands still bound behind him, there wasn't much he could do before the droids grabbed him and threw him back against the other wall.

Gravis laughed as he stood up and dusted himself off. "My my, got you riled up didn't I?" He spit to the side. "Let's see if you're just as pathetic as he is."

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Ghost hadn't felt Soap in 5 days. While he didn't constantly check on their force bond, he didn't realize how much he felt it until it suddenly shut off.

He can remember the moment it happened with stark clarity. He'd been helping around at the town he was currently staying in, carrying some supplies to help rebuild a health center that had collapsed, when it was like everything went silent.

He froze mid step as he rapidly tried to figure out what on earth had just happened. He couldn't even pinpoint what was wrong or why everything felt slightly off until he assessed his bonds... and realized he couldn't feel Soap.

Ghost didn't have many force bonds still. The ones he had with his old master weren't the strongest and the ones that had been almost forced upon him during-

Well, he didn't have many force bonds anymore for a reason. Soap was about the only one, though Price had one too.

Ghost didn't know what to do. He'd immediately tried to reach out to Soap's comms to no success. The last thing they'd talked about was that he was going to be away on a mission with Garrick-

His comm rang.

He answered without hesitation. Maybe it was Soap from a different-

"Soap's gone."

It was Garrick. Ghost clenched his comm unit as he stared at the holographic form of the other Jedi, who seemed just fine-

"Where."

"We were on a moon in the Pelgrin sector. It was a trap and he was taken." Garrick said, getting straight to the point.

Ghost immediately started walking back to where he was staying. He had a small ship. It would take him at least 3 days to make it that far. He was already plotting his course when he realized Garrick was still talking.

"-ooku but I don't know if he's still on that moon. Ghost. The Order is going to want to try and go after him too but they won't just storm in. I don't- You know why I'm calling you, right?"

Ghost grunted. Of course he did. The Order wouldn't be as efficient as he could be, with their bureaucratic tape. There were very few things he missed about the Order, but the political ties that had developed over the recent decades wasn't one of them.

"I'm on my way. If you get any updates, contact me." He said, disconnecting the call before Garrick could say anything else.

His ship already had rations on it, but he made sure to gather a few more as well as a few additional medical supplies before leaving, despite wanting to peel out as soon as possible. When he punched in the route, he cursed under his breath at the time. Every moment felt like one too many, and he couldn't even be certain that they'd still be there when he arrived.

But he'd have time to make some calls along the way, put some feelers out. He knew who he could trust with this information.

As it was nearing the last day of his trek, he'd gotten word back that Soap was likely not far from where he'd been taken. A ship had been spotted briefly in orbit tucked behind a nearby asteroid. One wouldn't easily spot it if they didn't know what they were looking for.

Ghost took in a deep breath as he started to make a plan. The main thing he had to do was get in, but once that happened-

Well, he wasn't worried too much about whatever might be between him and Soap. It wouldn't be there long.

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They didn't move him afterwards. He was left lying in a cooling pile of his own blood. His forehead was up against the metal floor as he tried to take slow breaths despite his protesting lungs which were both sore and burning as he stretched the cauterized wounds across his chest.

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He whispered to himself softly. He took in a slow breath through his nose but it was interrupted by a cough he tried to suppress. He spit up some blood and groaned, trying to take better note of his body.

It felt like half of him was offline, a combination of numbness and tingling stretching across his system. He worked slowly, wiggling each individual finger before he finally felt like he might be able to lift himself up to a seated position.

That's when he heard the gunshots.

He froze, uncertain at first where they were coming from. That's when he realized they were deeper in the building.

... Was someone here for him finally?

He felt a stronger wave of renewed motivation flow through him as he managed to get back to a seated position with only minimal groans and winces of pain.

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He said again, slightly firmer as he tried to calm the ringing in his ears so he could take better stock of where the fighting was happening.

It sounded like it was closer. Was it getting closer?

Suddenly the door down the hall opened, but the gunshots didn't get louder. Instead, he heard the familiar thrum of a lightsaber igniting.

"Well, well, what did I tell them? I knew he'd come for you." Gravis said as he stepped into the cell Soap was in. His red saber crackled angrily as he slowly lifted it, coming to a stop just under Soap's chin.

Soap took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Gravis, holding his chin as steady as he could.

"Sidious has been wanting him back, for another test run. He's certain he can break him this time." Gravis drawled. "I'm not sure why he wants that pathetic thing, but you were just bait." He smirked. "Don't worry, your usefulness hasn't run out yet. I think it'd be more impactful if you were around during the conditioning this time. Toy with his mind a bit. Or maybe we can make him kill you himself, hm? See if we can turn that rage the right direction-"

Another door opened and this time the gunshots were next to none. "Darth Gravis! The force user, he's-" a droid started to say when suddenly the sound of metal hitting the floor rang through the hall.

"My my, took you long enough to get here Simon," Gravis said, looking over but not moving his saber an inch. "Go on Johnny, say hello to him. It's only polite."

Ghost's eyes snapped over to where he was seated on the floor. Despite not being able to feel their force bond like he usually could, Soap could still catalog the emotions running across his face. Ghost's eyes went from him to the puddle of the blood on the floor and back up to the lightsaber at his throat.

Soap saw his hands tighten on the grip of his saber.

"You're just as feeble as I remember Gravis," Ghost rumbled, "Could never pick a fair fight because you knew you'd lose. Beating up on someone who's chained up and disconnected from the force? Does that make you feel stronger?"

Soap saw Gravis's expression flare with anger. The saber was immediately withdrawn and directed towards Ghost.

"You were all but scraped off the floor when you 'escaped.' You know he LET you go right? Someone as simple as you could never have made it out on your own." Gravis snarled. "I've seen the tapes. You're not even worth his time!"

Ghost slid into a fighting stance, not breaking eye contact with Gravis. "And yet he's taking his time trying to lure me back, when he's got a lap dog already drooling to do as he says. Do you feel replaceable yet mutt?"

Gravis snarled louder and immediately launched himself towards Ghost, who blocked him flawlessly. Where Gravis's attacks were fury and erratic, Ghost was as steady and smooth as ever. He looked like he was hardly breaking a sweat as Gravis danced around him.

"Face it Gravis, you were always meant to beg for scraps. If you were truly good enough you wouldn't be the one running errands to try to lure in another apprentice would you?"

This made Gravis lunge, but it was exactly what Ghost wanted to happen. He quickly grabbed Gravis by the shoulder, blocking his saber and throwing him to the floor. He stomped onto the hand that was holding his saber and Gravis shouted as he dropped it.

Ghost stared down at him for a moment.

Gravis glared, reaching up a hand, clearly about to use the force, when Ghost's expression finally broke. He curled his upper lip before gripping the air in front of him, easily lifting up Gravis from the floor before quickly slamming him back into it.

Ghost only looked at his limp form for a moment more before he immediately spun and sprinted over to Soap.

Soap looked up at him, cracking a small smile, though he was sure the blood covering his gums wasn't helping. "Hey Ghostie."

The brooding man dropped to his knees and quickly reached around Soap's neck. Soap felt the collar's latch release before he heard it, as the feeling of the Force flooded back into him.

It was like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

"Oh Force," he breathed.

Immediately the next thing he felt was the cacophony of emotions flooding off of Ghost. "Ghost, I-"

"Don't move Johnny," Ghost said, his tone gruffer than normal. Johnny held still as Ghost deftly cut through the cuffs keeping his hands behind his back. When his hands were free, he slowly moved them around to his front, rubbing his wrists gently.

"Thank you," he said, realizing how fucked his voice sounded. He's sure it wasn't helping the growing concern Ghost was expressing.

"How broken are you?" Ghost asked.

"Ah, it looks worse than i' is," Soap said, but his point was a bit ruined when he had a coughing fit at the end that left him light headed.

Suddenly, the world around him shifted. He yelped and his position adjusted. Soap blinked and realized how close he was to Ghost's face now, the strong arms wrapped around him.

Ghost didn't look down at him, taking long strides back through the facility, completely ignoring the graveyard of droids around him. "I have medical supplies on the ship. I'm going to put you there before I come back and... finish what needs to be done in here."

"Ah've seen my share of death before Ghost, you didn' have'ta shield me from that."

Ghost let out a slow breath but didn't reply.

"Aye, you can' ignore me when I'm this close'ta your face," Soap said.

Finally he saw the hint of a smile under Ghost's usual face scarf. "Mm, I could try."

"Ah you could, but I don' think you traveled all the way here to save me because you don' like me."

Ghost glanced down at him, his brown eyes showing just as much as their force bond revealed. "... Johnny."

Johnny reached up a hand and cupped Ghost's face. "Thank you for comin' for me."

"My head's too quiet without you in it," he replied, pausing for a moment. "... I'll always come for ya Johnny."

There was a joke on the tip of his tongue, but his heart was too happy to make it at the moment. "I know you would Simon."

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Soon, I'm working on a Codywan acrylic charm in the style of these Call of Duty ones I've made before...would people be interested? 😅

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Please please please, I wanna know how adler and makarov will comfort us, like hcs, I mean, please? I want sweet thing because am very sad

Howdy Anon! 🤠

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry to hear you're not feeling great and hope you feel better soon. Wasn't sure whether you wanted platonic or romantic or whatnot so I just thought of a mix (kinda) i guess. Sending hugs and hope you enjoy! <33

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---------------Russell Adler Comfort Hcs-----------------

So as you know, Adler isn't the type of guy to get all emotional (Feelings? What are feelings?) but there's no doubt he'd try to be there for you as best he can

He sometimes does stay silent. Mostly because he's just trying to figure out what to say and how to say it but it doesn't take too long for him to come up with something

He's a great listener for sure. You can rant to him about anything and he'll make you feel heard. Hell, he could probably even relate to it.

Phone calls to check up on you are a given -> "Right. I'm coming over. Promise me you won't do anything stupid in the meantime? Be there within the hour, okay?"

You might find yourself crying on the couch and he'd sit beside you. He'd probably place a hand on your thigh and give it a light squeeze as he asks you what's wrong

If you refuse to answer, he'll play some slow songs and pull you up and off the couch and into his arms to slow dance because he knows it'll earn a smile from you. He'll brush a stray piece of hair out the way and look into your eyes, telling you he loves you.

If you're really having a meltdown and you're in a right state, he'll pull you into his body, resting his chin on top of your head as he whispers words of encouragement to you, not caring that his favourite shirt is drenched. -> "That's it, just let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? Shhh. I'm not going anywhere."

If you're in public having a panic attack, he'd notice the signs. The way your watery eyes dart all over the place being hypervigilant of your surroundings, the way you cling to him a little more than usual, how you aren't responding to him, how your breathing is quick and you feel all clammy. It's his job to know.

He'd take you to the side and shield you as he talks you down. Maybe even take your hand and lead you to the public toilets, making sure it's clear to freshen up and have some space and privacy. -> "You ever heard of box breathing, kid?"

He'll take you back to his car for a long drive and offer you tissues and strike up a conversation, your favourite songs playing in the background while you steady your breathing

He'd hold your hands in his to ground you if need be and rub your arms and thighs as you sob violently, staying quiet, looking away and closing his eyes briefly as he hears you. He can't bare to see you like that.

Russell would also cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he asks you to look at him and he calms you down with that low, husky voice of his. -> "You'll get through this, okay? Just like you always do. Only this time, you've got me. So let me take care of you."

He's one to always come up with solutions to your problems, no matter what it is

But he's also brutal. No sugarcoating.

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-------------Vladimir Makarov Comfort Hcs-------------

I feel like, whereas Adler has more of a way with words and is someone who also gives you comfort through touch, Makarov mostly uses a more materialistic approach but that's not to say he doesn't use touch.

He'd ask if you wanted to go out shopping (retail therapy) where he'd spoil you crazy, letting you buy whatever you want. A dress? Sure. A watch? Of course. A diamond necklace? You got it.

Mak would take you on a helicopter ride for sure during the day or even night, letting you take in the sights.

Makarov may offer to take you out for dinner to your favourite place, getting his goons to make the reservation (or threaten someone to give up their reservation and hold the poor receptionist at gunpoint so you can get a table right there and then).

But don't get me wrong...he'd defo watch your comfort movie with you again, no matter how many times you've watched it. You both just cuddling on the couch with a blanket as he plants kisses on your temple.

He'd crouch down in front of you, rubbing your knees as he asks you what's troubling you. -> "What's got you crying my beloved? What do you need from me?"

He's defo a hand holder so he'll rub your hands and draw circles on your palms and intertwine his fingers with yours. -> "It's okay, my love. Breathe. Just breathe."

This guy loves giving forehead kisses and you can't tell me otherwise. His kisses linger and he rests his forehead against yours for sure as he talks you down.

As you two sleep, he'd be the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close while he whispers words of praise and how you don't have to worry as he'll always take care of you.

If it's someone who's causing you problems, Makarov goes pew pew and calls it a day.

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Note: I was a bit biased when it came to Adler. Whoops. Hope that's okay for now. I might edit this post and add some more when I can. Defo doing a part 2 to Adler's comfort hcs. This was a nice little exercise though. Always a pleasure to write for COD men ;) - Star ☆

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