Posting from Mobile Command

ftm operator running on testosterone & ghostsoap content art, fic, meta, memes — if it’s gay and tactical, it’s here transition goals: be as dramatic as Ghost

[hornyoncomms]

// PINNED TRANSMISSION BEGIN //

BRAVO TEAM FANDOM UNIT — trans operator on comms. He/Him, testosterone-fueled GhostSoap enthusiast reporting for duty.

Expect:

classified Ghost/Soap intel

unauthorized shipping logs

evidence of romantic tension under fire

gender euphoria headcanons

art drops, fic missions, and tactical shitposts

documents Price would absolutely court-martial me for

MISSION OBJECTIVE: make it canon, make it queer, make my younger self proud.

// END TRANSMISSION //

[yooo-lets-go]

Psych eval: yeah he's fit for duty

Ghost the second he steps foot off base:

Sorted

[ghostgazsthird]

being in a relationship with soap turns simon into a deeply curious man

he hasn't had sex in a long time, and least not meaningful one that lasts more than 20 minutes and goes beyond him letting off steam with some random woman in missionary

so when johnny strides into his bedroom with a small case and says "i have an idea" he doesnt listen to the rational part of his brain that tells him that nothing good ever comes after that sentence (especially not from johnny)

it's how he finds himself laying in bed, arms crossed behind his back, mask rolled up just enough to have a cigarette hand between his lips while johnny lubes up the head of his dick and pondering over which small metal rod to pick

soap chooses the one with the small ridges instead of a smooth one which maybe isnt the best pick for a first time but he's not sure if simon will let him do this again so he's gotta make it count

it's clear simon has severely underestimated how sounding is going to feel because it takes everything in him to not drop his cigarette when johnny gently massaging finger is replaced by the cold metal tip

distantly, he can hear soap chuckle at simon's best attempts not to arch his back off the bed. it's not until the ball at the top hits his tip and johnny presses a soft kiss under his eye and telling his that he's doing so well that he realises hes been crying

johnny pulls on the rod and simon doesnt give a shit about his now dropped cigarette burning his chest because hes putting all his energy into not sobbing loud enough for the whole base to hear

he'd try to cover his mouth with his hands but they're very busy fisting the sheets because oh god this feels good. he can barely see past his teary eyes to see a little bit of cum spilling from the rod's ridges every time johnny pulls out and he lets out an actual whimper (the precise thing that makes soap decide theyre definitely doing this again)

it's not until he's so so close and twitching all over begging completely incoherently that johnny stops thrusting the rod and actually pulls it out for simon to cum

he has just enough energy left to swat at johnny when he leans in to lick away his tears and dares to ask "same time tomorrow?"

[peterchristensena03]

Fixer Upper : A Ghoap Domestic Fanfic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

(Cover Art Commissioned by Batnick_)

[fludderpy]

Feelin freezy 🥶

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(Full version here ✨🔞)

[hornyoncomms]

Ghost isn’t emotionally repressed because he can’t feel — he’s emotionally repressed because he feels too much and chooses silence as armor.

Soap, meanwhile, feels everything at max volume and chooses connection as survival.

Their dynamic isn’t “grumpy x sunshine,” it’s trauma response x trauma response.

[hornyoncomms]

Genuinely obsessed with the idea of transmasc Soap having top surgery and Ghost sitting there like a guard dog with trauma responses, refusing to leave his side. Not because he’s worried—no, Ghost would never say that—but because “you never know who could breach the perimeter.” Sure, lieutenant. Sure.

[hornyoncomms]

Ghost is like “feelings are a tactical liability” and then Soap walks in and the man short-circuits like a 2008 Dell.

[hornyoncomms]

Sometimes I think about how Ghost keeps everyone at arm’s length like it’s a survival skill, and then Soap shows up and suddenly “arm’s length” becomes “standing close enough to share oxygen.” You can’t convince me that isn’t character development. That’s romance in a warzone.

[hornyoncomms]

Soap is loud in the field but somehow even louder at home—banging pots, singing off-key, tripping over his own boots. And Ghost, who claims to value silence above all else, just watches with this quiet kind of fondness. The kind that settles in his shoulders like warmth. The kind that means home stopped being a place and became a person.

[hornyoncomms]

mission failure: i became obsessed with them again today

[hornyoncomms]

why does ghost talk like he’s one (1) tender moment away from committing emotional manslaughter