comradekitten45

she/her 18+ Harry Osborn’s # 1 fangirl <3 Multifandom artist; mostly Spider-Man and CoD (🧼👻) | no reposts | fantasy lover | I sometimes reblog suggestive content—minors proceed with caution! 💗🍉💗 https://ko-fi.com/comradekitten45

[comradekitten45]

hiii 😳😳

[videokill3dtheradiostar]

[videokill3dtheradiostar]

[mishi264]

Retired ghoap has my heart ☹️ I love when they have their little cabin, watching tv and cooking together.

[ghoap-chasers]

Ghost: Is something burning? Soap: Just my love for you. Ghost: Johnny, the toaster is on fire.

[rimfaxe]

It is VERY important to smooch your sergeant pre, mid and post mission.

I dont know what it is but i am so in love with this one, im so happy :3

[comradekitten45]

oh simon :(

[bone-trash]

I won’t be taking any questions at this time

[comradekitten45]

not to be an annoying complainer, but the new mw4 trailer kinda looks awful. i have zero interest in the storyline or the gameplay and it kind of just feels like activison’s desperate attempt to regain player interest. maybe it also is just because soap is gone and it’s verrry unlikely that they would ever bring him back for shock value, maybe because 141 doesn’t seem central to the plot, maybe it’s maybelline

[comradekitten45]

something something duality of man something something fractured identity

[ecasity]

I love my johnny boy <3 Ecasity_luv on twitter for more of my art !

[comradekitten45]

i really like the idea that ghost’s face—under all of his years of scars, broken noses, and suffering—still looks quite boyish. without the mask, and when he’s truly happy, his face will slowly melt into the softest grin that soap is just absolutely gone for. his skin, despite the scars, is soft and smooth—tiny freckles plaster his nose and cheeks. his eyes and brows are so soft, he looks like he could burst into tears at any moment. his cheeks are always slightly flushed. when he eventually finds sleep, which becomes easier when johnny’s around, all the stress and worry lines disappear from his face. his lips slightly part. when ghost is asleep, johnny can truly see simon riley. he sees the sweet, tender-hearted boy whose father smashed bottles across his face and threatened with exotic animals to teach him respect. the boy whose mother was always too high on pills to protect him or his brother. the young man that lost everything he knew and loved in one day. he sees the boy that the world let down… and he vows to never let anything or anyone ever take advantage of his heart again

[misdollie]

i miss soap mactavish ☹️ i miss him ☹️ i miss ghoap ☹️ ghoap retired au where they're happy together ☹️ come back to me ☹️

[comradekitten45]

silly messy sketch because @marquisdefag wanted someone to draw ghoap like the reference image (full ref under the cut)

reference

[comradekitten45]

oh hey ghost what are you doing here

[cod-dump]

Ghost, temporarily blind due to a head injury: What if I never see again?

Soap: I'll be there. I'll be your seeing-eye-cunt

Ghost: My what?

Soap: I'll tell you if there's a cunt there or not. Bitches too

Ghost: ... that works

[comradekitten45]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish & Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Simon "Ghost" Riley Needs a Hug, Hurt Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Feelings, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has DID - Dissociative Identity Disorder, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Panic Attacks, Protective John "Soap" MacTavish, Soft John "Soap" MacTavish, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Bad At Feelings, Simon "Ghost" Riley is a Mess, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Not Okay, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Catatonic, Explicit Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Military Inaccuracies, Geographical Inaccuracies, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Psychological Torture Summary: An OP goes tits-up, and Ghost gets captured. When Soap finally finds him, his injuries aren't severe, but something is obviously VERY wrong with his lieutenant. ... i.e., Ghost is tortured and goes catatonic, and Soap doesn't know how to bring him back.

“Well, this feels familiar, eh LT?”

Soap watches Ghost through the cameras he had hacked into—guiding his lieutenant through the old Soviet warehouse-turned terrorist base. The two men were tasked with gathering intel before blowing the building (and its inhabitants) to bits. Ghost would plant the charges and gather intel, and Soap would detonate as soon as he could guarantee that he and his lieutenant were out and safe from the explosion. 

“Except this place doesn’t reek of betrayal,” Ghost replies through the comms. “And it’s bloody fuckin’ freezing.” 

Soap shivers, cursing himself for not properly preparing and wearing something warmer under his gear. Ghost is right. The middle of December in Romania is no joke—it’s bloody fucking baltic, even inside. He envies Price and Gaz, who are back at the safehouse right now. 

“Aye. Though if this intel is useful enough, we might be able to get out of here and back home before Christm–”

“Am I able to move, sergeant?” Ghost cuts Soap off before he can finish his sentence. Sergeant. Right. Soap knows he fucked up by mentioning the upcoming holiday. He knows Ghost has an issue with it—Soap can see it in the way Ghost becomes more curt than usual, how he buries himself in paperwork, how he never seems to take his full leave. He’s done this at least every year since Soap has known him.

Christ alive, Johnny, why cannae ye take the hint an shut the fuck up for once?

“Soap…? Am I clear to move?”

Oh shite. That’s right, the cameras. Soap takes a quick look into the corridor ahead of Ghost—good to go.

“Aye, clear,” Soap whispers. “Ghost, Ah’m seein’ a good spot to put a charge—go to the electrical box.” Soap can’t wait to see the explosion that comes from that. He continues scanning room-to-room—guiding Ghost, who makes light work of the few guards along the way—to the armoury. 

It hasn’t escaped Soap that there are barely any guards in an area that should be high security. Something is off. It’s too quiet.

“LT, Ah’d recommend grabbin’ that intel and gettin’ out o’ there as soon as possible. Something disnae seem right.”

“Copy. Go ahead and start heading for exfil. As soon as I’m out of here, blow this building sky high.”

“Aye, sir–” Suddenly, an alarm starts blaring. Shite. Soap flips through the cameras again. To his horror, he sees heavily armed soldiers running straight towards the armoury. Straight towards Ghost. When did they get here? How did Soap not notice? He checks the outside cameras. 

Six armoured SUVs parked outside the warehouse.

Soap can feel the panic rising in his chest. “Ghost, they know we’re here—you need to get out of there, now.”

“Negative, sergeant. We need this intel. I’m nearly done,” Ghost replies.

Soap flips between the cameras, watching Ghost nervously—the guards will find him any minute now. 

“Ghost, there’s too many of them. We need to leave!” Soap says, his tone almost begging. 

“I can handle a few extra bastards,” he argues. “Soap, start heading for exfil, now. Help us out and take down any wanker in your way, yeah?”

A few extra bastards. Yeah, that’s one way o’ putting nearly thirty soldiers running right for ye…

“But Ghost–”

“That’s an order, sergeant.”

Soap grumbles, ready to argue back, when suddenly he hears footsteps coming towards the security room. Soap was so focused on Ghost that he hadn’t thought to check the cameras around himself. He grabs his rifle and shoots the two guards before they even have the chance to react. Soap runs towards the exit, cutting down any soldier he sees. He reaches the outside and is immediately hit with a blast of winter air. He gathers his bearings and looks around. To his surprise, there are no guards waiting for him. As he makes his way towards the exfil, Soap begins to wonder how the guards found them.

Soap is nearly to the exfil vehicle when Ghost comes through the comms again. 

“Soap– this intel’s a useless piece of shite. We were fuckin’ set up,” Soap can hear the gunfire through Ghost’s comms. 

Fuck.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, are ye fuckin’ jokin’ me? Ghost, do you need assistance?” Soap’s heart is in his throat.

“Negative—I’m not makin’ it out of here, Johnny. I need you to detonate the charges now.” Ghost sounds… broken… sad. Not like the emotionless walking weapon he pretends to be.

“What? No, LT–” Before Soap can finish his sentence, he hears an explosion in the distance. He looks back to see the warehouse in flames and collapsing in on itself. How? Soap didn’t press the button yet. As if he would with his lieutenant still in there. It suddenly hits him like a freight train.

The electrical box.

A stray bullet must have hit it, setting off the chain reaction.

“GHOST! Ghost how copy?!” No answer.

No. No. No no no.

“LT, do you copy?!”

“...Ghost?”

Radio silence.

This is all yer fault, Johnny. Ye should hae paid more attention. Fuckin mess up. Ye’ve killed yer lieutenant. Ye’ve killed yer best friend.

Suddenly, he hears Ghost groan softly through the comms. He’s alive.

“Ghost! Ah’m comin’ back fer ye—dinna move!” Soap starts running back towards the ruins, ignoring how hard his lungs burn from the harsh winter air. Just stay alive, Simon. Ah’m comin’. Soap’s heart is pounding so loud that he barely registers the sudden foreign language being spoken through the comms. He freezes. The voices suddenly get louder. Boots stop.

They found him. They found him an they’re gaun tae kill him.

Soap prepares to hear the worst. To hear the bullet go through Ghost’s skull. Instead, the voices begin speaking in English.

...

Ghost opens his eyes. Not dead. Yet. He doesn’t feel broken, although the rubble piled on top of him from the remains of the warehouse is keeping him from getting up and checking. And fuck, his head hurts. Must’ve hit it on something when the building collapsed. 

“–OST! Ghost how copy?!” He vaguely hears a panicked Scottish burr yelling through his radio.

Johnny. 

Ghost tries to reach for his radio, but the fucking rubble is right on top of his arm. It’s cramped. It’s freezing. He’s starting to feel claustrophobic. Simon’s spiraling. He starts hyperventilating.

“LT, do you copy?! ...Ghost?” Johnny sounds desperate. Ghost hates hearing him like that. He takes a breath. The sharp cold air wakes him up all the way. He pushes Simon down. 

It takes all of his might, but he gets his arm out from under the rubble and attempts to reply to Soap. To tell him to leave—forget about him. Instead, all that comes out is a groan. Fuckin’ hell, he’s weak. 

Johnny hears him, though. 

“Ghost! Ah’m comin’ back fer ye—dinna move!” Johnny yells. No, no, no Johnny I’m not making it. Go back. Get somewhere safe. He prepares to attempt to speak into his comms again, when all of the sudden, he hears two men speaking Romanian. They’re searching the bodies. They’re going to find him. They’re going to kill him. And it will finally be over. 

The men come closer. They found him. One says something into his radio. Ghost closes his eyes and prepares for the final blow. 

But it doesn’t come.

“Simon Riley,” the taller man begins with a heavy Romanian accent. Ghost flinches. How does he know his name? The man continues. “Also known as the Ghost. Our mole said you would be here. Did you like your intel? Was it worth it?”

Of course they were set up. The mission was too easy. Ghost tries to reply, but nothing comes out. Not like the man was actually looking for an answer. 

The shorter man rips Ghost’s mask off, leaving Simon completely exposed. On the inside, Simon is screaming. He tries to fight back, but he’s too weak.

“We are not going to kill you, Simon Riley,” the second man begins. Ghost flinches at the mention of his name again, harder now that his whole face is exposed. “Not when you are such perfect soldier. We could use strong man like you.” With that, the first man jabs a syringe into Ghost’s leg. He can feel himself drifting. Seemingly to be safe, the second man bashes Ghost in the head with the back of his rifle. 

And everything goes dark.