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Thinking about Ghost, who had his fingertips burnt off.

Maybe it happened during his time with Roba. Maybe he did it to himself after his family’s murders— ensuring that the identity of Simon Riley would die with them.

Either way, he never thought much about it afterwards. Sure he had little to no feeling left in them, but it was never a problem. What was one less piece of a dead man?

Until Soap came along.

Until Ghost went to touch him without gloves, just to learn that he couldn’t feel the skin underneath his fingertips. Until he realized he would never feel the soft hairs of his mohawk, or the pulse of his heart beating steadily, or the way he reacts underneath him.

Ghost’s body was full of aches and pains from everything he’s endured, but nothing made him break quite like the knowledge that he would miss out on knowing Soap like that.

Forever.

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Fluffy bonus:

Ghost picks up the habit of putting his lips to Soap’s skin, constantly. His favorite place being right underneath Soap’s jaw, pressed into the soft space enough to feel the thrum of the artery.

He’s always dragging Soap into dark corners, yanking his mask above the bridge of his nose and going to the familiar pulse point. Needing the reassurance after rough missions or when they’ve been separated for a while.

In more public settings he tones it down- after all, it would be too private of a thing to see Ghost’s face entirely shoved into his sergeant’s neck.

So he settles on bringing Soap’s wrist to his lips, instead.

Soap never expected him to be so tactile, but he’s not the least bit put off by it. If anything, he just makes sure he has easier access. Starts wearing looser sleeves, leaving his watch behind if he can forego it, and letting Ghost snatch his wrist up whenever he wants.

He loves the soft, warm press of Ghost’s lips against his skin. Revels in it. Its intoxicating to have him act so touchy for Soap and only Soap, but what he loves most is that Ghost found a way around his loss of feeling in his fingertips.

As long as Ghost is happy, Soap would give the man anything he wants. It’s unconventional, but it’s theirs.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #mw2 #mw3 #scarlett writes

stinglesswasp

Quiet night in 💖

Thinking about Ghost, who had his fingertips burnt off.

Maybe it happened during his time with Roba. Maybe he did it to himself after his family’s murders— ensuring that the identity of Simon Riley would die with them.

Either way, he never thought much about it afterwards. Sure he had little to no feeling left in them, but it was never a problem. What was one less piece of a dead man?

Until Soap came along.

Until Ghost went to touch him without gloves, just to learn that he couldn’t feel the skin underneath his fingertips. Until he realized he would never feel the soft hairs of his mohawk, or the pulse of his heart beating steadily, or the way he reacts underneath him.

Ghost’s body was full of aches and pains from everything he’s endured, but nothing made him break quite like the knowledge that he would miss out on knowing Soap like that.

Forever.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #mw2 #mw3 #scarlett writes

jeleynai

I'm back on my dumb joke juice

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altades

The sadness in his eyes has captivated me

shuploc

Dispatchin' ain't easy... 📞

visavvi

Are you fucking kidding me

shuploc

Robert Robertson wip 🚨

valiants

Valiants PLEASEEE I must know your thoughts behind those back scars you just gave Price

@bayeis my love, I would much prefer YOUR thoughts on the matter... me I just vaguely remembered hearing somewhere (maybe in the 09 game) that Price had been tortured and shot before, and figured it would show...

quietwingsinthesky

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

whumporama

Characters who are so closed off abouf their past calling out a name their new friends have never heard before

rjkilroy

No wait that’s actually an amazing idea

jeleynai

Ghost is just mad he's losing at Mario Kart

bluegiragi

mandatory bedrest. always better in pairs ❤️✨

Continuation of: Mermay Ghoap!au

Ghost didn’t regard the new painter much at all, at first.

He was hardly the first person who had come to gawk at him, setting up supplies a safe distance from the tank as he got ready to create yet another story to Roba’s liking.

Over the years, the villa had accumulated dozens of paintings of the mer. Some depicted Ghost as a vicious, roaring beast with bodies littered around him. Others focused on Roba— epic battles and ‘heroic’ deeds as he mercilessly slaughtered Ghost’s pod for the thrill of it.

The painting that hung closest to him emphasized his sullen features, how weak and malnourished he now looked in the confines of his tank. Always in direct view, all so he would never forget what Roba had done to him.

Ghost despised that one the most.

It never mattered what artist was brought in, they all painted the same story— one of a monster that Roba had brought to heal. Bound to a life of confinement and cursed to never be understood again.

He didn’t expect anything different from this human, only wondering what he would be made out to be this time.

So he was surprised when the man began talking to him.

Relentlessly.

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time that someone other than Roba had spoken to him. That anything other than taunts were thrown his way. These days, no one even knew he could understand their language. Just another assumption that had taken away his power.

No one talked to him, so he didn’t talk back.

But that didn’t stop the painter from introducing himself as Soap, anyway. Quietly explaining his background and walking him through what he planned to do.

Maybe he saw something in Ghost’s eyes— the last spark of sentience hidden under a wall of apathy. Maybe he felt pity.

It didn’t matter.

Or maybe it did, because Ghost found himself listening as Soap rambled on, soothed by being involved in an actual— albeit one-sided— conversation. To not be talked down to like he had been for years.

Before he knew it, hours had passed. Soap was slowly packing up his supplies, promising not to make him wait too long until the next session.

They locked eyes, then. Soap lingered on the mer even after he finished speaking, his hand brushing up against the tank. So Ghost stared back.

He wondered what the human truly thought of him. If he thought him weak for not being able to protect his pod. Or entertaining in the same way other mindless pets were.

Something foreign stirred in Ghost’s chest, though of what, he didn’t know. It was like the man was looking at him, not through him, in a way no one had since he was first hauled into the tank.

And he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Before he could consider doing something as dangerous as reciprocating the gesture, though, he felt the familiar, agonizing jolt of his shock collar that sent him to the bottom of the tank. Paralyzed.

Soap’s eyes widened immediately, staggering backwards as they both watched Roba stroll into the room with a calculated grin and a remote in hand.

And the moment was lost.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #mw2 #mw3 #mermay #au #scarlett's ghoap mermay au

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(cw: mermay, hunting for sport, kidnapping)

Thinking about Ghost as a mer who’s pod had been killed by the trophy hunter, Manuel Roba.

Merfolk were something of legend, after all, and there was nothing Roba wanted more than to have a souvenir that no one else could get. So he hunted them to near extinction, eradicating as many as he could find - save for one.

Simon.

Ghost had fought so hard to protect his family that Roba knew he had to have the ‘fish’ for himself. Something about being the one to bring such a powerful and dangerous creature to heel had him stopping at nothing until he managed to reel him in.

Roba kept the mer in a tank in the center of his villa - one cylindrical in shape that barely allowed Ghost room to fully stretch out his limbs, regardless of how he positioned himself. He was on display 24/7, nothing more than something to gawk at for those who passed by.

…Ghost expected to spend the rest of his miserable life in that tank.

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Soap, on the other hand, was ex-military turned full-time painter. One who specialized in depicting marine life.

But when he was hired to paint a ‘pet fish’ for one Mr. Roba, imagine his surprise to find a malnourished mer staring down at him instead. Soap had never seen such a beautiful creature before, let alone one that up close.

As much as he enjoyed the once in a lifetime chance, though, there was no way he was meant to be there, trapped behind glass instead of swimming freely across the ocean.

He may have entered Roba’s home as nothing more than an artist, but the moment that he locked eyes with the mer, one thing was certain.

He had to save him.