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I love reading fanfics where one character is tagged as jealous, but their partner is unlovable to anyone but them. Like.. calm down, sweetheart, no one wants your man. We're still trying to figure out why you want your man.

rottenveal

soap..hackles raised growling at any fool who looks at ghost a little too long. trust me dude they DONT want all that.

#soap #soap call of duty #soap cod #soapghost #john soap mactavish #ghoap

aidenlydia

You’re in the danger zone BUDDY

After training nap

Just a quiet weekend

what's his problem

a sign of life 🌱

found a few old sketches from last year and figured they deserved to exist somewhere outside of my folders 😭

mitrielle

Debrief in 5

After some attacks on artfight and a few new images for my OC, I'm back with the military boys and finished an older piece in my wip folder.

my newest rosette

its a bit better than my last one im pretty happy with the improvements. the beaded strings are knotted and glued on instead of sewn as my last beads had a problem with falling out.

instead of hard felt as the main backing. it is a piece of cardboard i cut out. another piece of cardboard sits in the middle to support the felt the pin sits on.

the felt has a white foam backing thats attacked to the cardboard to keep the pin from ripping off. as well as two small 3mm magnets that hold the pin in the correct position and another ribbon that is threaded through the pins clip (? the pins… pin part idk) so that even if the magnets drop it, it will still be safe.

and of course the ribbon piece at the top thats glued in so i can attach the rosette via keyring OR i also attached a pin backer (? not sure what its REALLY called but its only the back of a pin, so no picture, tin piece, or plastic cover… just the back) so the rosette could be attached in a more solid position if i wanted.

i do think if i make another that is (mostly) white. ill have to buy some more variations of white ribbon. for this i only had 2 + the lace.. which was alright but i kept having to cut my 4 inch ribbon into smaller bits to create more variation. i guess not a huge problem, it just made everything more time consuming. but whatever it turned out well.

#fart #john soap mactavish #modern warefare ii #soap cod #cod #soap call of duty #call of duty #rosette #sorry not sorry

soursandwichh

my fav scottish man <3

cobaltbeam

Hm

rimfaxe

Page 42: Close debriefing :3

its a miracle i made this (im so empty on drawing juice atm) and might be the last in a lil while, back to work soon and some kofi comms i need to focus all energy on XD (im srry, I promise ive not forgotten ye XD)

hehe. simon “i cant drag johnny down with me” riley.

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost

creamsodalite

2 years. 2 years of wearing the Lieutenant down, bringing him tea every morning and sparring every evening and finally, finally getting past the rows of solid brick walls he’d built up around himself, just for this moment.

Soap finally has Ghost under him, shirtless. His lips are kiss-swollen, his breath comes hot and heavy, and all Soap can do is stare gormlessly.

Because Ghost has stretch marks.

Silvery lines snaking along the edge of his huge pecs, where the muscle had grown too fast for his skin to keep up.

Moreso than just redirecting all of Soap’s blood flow straight down to his dick, they’re proof. Proof of every growth spurt that put him half a foot above his mates. Proof of years spent hauling kit, weapons, weights, people. Proof of survival. His body couldn’t keep up with what was being demanded of it, and it left a record right here under Soap’s hands.

“…You gonna stare all night, Sergeant? Or was there a plan?” Ghost says dryly, though with his mask pushed above his nose like that Soap can see him smirking. Cocky bastard.

“Can I touch ‘em?”

Ghost’s brow raises.

“The stretch marks.”

“I knew which bit you were on about.” He shrugs one broad shoulder, looking decently bemused. “Go on, then.”

Soap traces one of the faint lines with his thumb, feeling the slight ridge of raised skin give under his fingers. He follows it absentmindedly until it disappears into the hollow of Ghost’s underarm. There’s more than he realised on first glance - thin pale stripes along his lats, and several more curving over the swell of his biceps.

“Johnny,” Ghost snaps eventually, but there’s absolutely no heat in it, never is. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re practically droolin’. Get a move on.”

Soap leans forward, presses his lips to the base of Ghost’s neck, and gets a move on.