Transguy who loves Star Wars and also Call of Duty. I've only shared Star Wars things in the past, but right now I'm here mostly for the Call of Duty.
Adult. Fanfiction reader and also (hopefully) writer.
The story "Sinking into the deep blue" by Lady Ares completely captivated me and this art was born from it. Anyone who enjoys Mer AU shouldn't miss it. I can't wait to read more!
That is so beautiful 🥰 Thank you!!! 😊
I really love Soap's spotted fur and Ghost's fins.. and both their hair. The way Soap's mohawk goes down his neck is pretty much how I imagined it 🤗
Ghost was so surprised by his lack of survival instincts he couldn't do anything else than stare back. He flopped his tail to push himself off the ground and towered over the little seal in his full height.
Perhaps that will scare him, seeing the orca, a natural predator of seals and more than twice his size, in his full size instead of lying half buried under the sand.
The seal chirped happily and swam up to be face to face with Ghost.
"Hi." He squeaked excitedly. "Sorry I touched you, I thought you were dead."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I've been posting a little something :-)
Three chapters already out and the story is entirely pre-written, so is will be posted fully in like two weeks I'd say.
Summary:
Biologist Kyle Garrick is in charge of the team taking care of Toun Foindle, the guarded nature reserve no. 141 in Scotland. It was set up to protect a nesting forest of Scottish crossbill and a very rare grey seal mer colony. All is going well, except the never-ending influx of nosy tourists overstepping boundaries and poachers trying to steal the mers for private collectors, until his husband, journalist and mer rights activist Gary Garrick, gets a target on their back by messing with a wealthy private collector.
Or:
Orca mer Ghost has had a horrible life filled with abuse from humans and the deaths of his entire pod. After getting captured and being neglected by a private collector for a year he is suddenly dumped in a very specific Scottish Loch in Toun Foindle.
Jumping spider hybrid!Soap finally found tarantula hybrid!Ghost's fear!
You would say they are both arachnids, right? Climbing walls, chilling on the ceiling..
....
The window behind them was shattered by bullets.
"Lt, we have to go!" Soap yelled and pointed out. They were backed into the huge office and were horribly outnumbered.
Ghost glanced back. There was a drone outside with enough ammo to level the entire building. If they could get out, the drone could annihilate everyone on the floor.
The doors were blocked, shot were being fired, they had one last grenade to use as a distraction as they climbed out..
Ghost returned fire but started crawling towards the window. There was only one problem.. there was no place to tie a rope to and even if there was, the drone would destroy it.
"I'll cover you!" Soap yelled and expected Ghost to climb out.
"Soap, I can't!" Ghost yelled back. "There's no place for a rope!"
"You're a tarantula, just take off your gloves!"
"That won't work, I'm too heavy!" Ghost panicked. He looked at his bare fingers. That little area on his fingertips cannot possibly hold him and all the gear.
"There's no other way! Get out!" Soap screamed. They were taking heavy fire and yeah, there was no way out.
Ghost looked down. That was a mistake.
"You go first!" Ghost decided. Honestly if those were his choices, he would rather get shot than fall down.
"Come on, Lt.!" Soap grabbed his vest and pushed him out.
The scream that followed will be something that Ghost will swear was just a weird noise that wind made so high up.
Soap had his safety line and managed to steer them towards the building. "Hold on to the window!" He screamed at him as they approached the huge glass windows.
Ghost let his rifle dangle off the strap, held his hands in front of him and spread out his fingers.
They both hit the glass with a loud thud.
Ghost opened his eyes. He saw his hands gripping the smooth surface and his wide eyes in the reflection. He didn't dare to move but saw Soap in the reflection as well.
"See? We're fine!" The mad man was holding on with only one hand.
"Johnny!" Ghost screamed. He was slipping, he could feel his fingers losing grip.
Soap made another safety line and fastened it to Ghost's vest.
"That's not enough! Johnny, I'm going to fall! Hold me!" Ghost screamed as he kept sliding down.
"I got this!" Soap made a few more safety lines quickly and climbed over Ghost to basically tie him to the building.
Neither of them noticed the drone fire but at least the huge noise drowned out Ghost's more and more desperate and distressed pleas.
"I'm still sliding!" Ghost screamed.
"No, you're not. Just open your eyes, Lt. We're fine." Soap smiled like he was on a stroll in a park.
Ghost opened his eyes. It appeared he was not moving downwards anymore.
"And how exactly do you plan to get me safely to the ground, sergeant?"
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Inspiration: my terrestrial tarantula that decided to chill on the glass wall of her terrarium but just kept slowly sliding down xD it was too funny. Yeah, the terrestrial and burrowing species are not really good climbers.
Eating habits of tarantula hybrid!Ghost and jumping spider hybrid!Soap stressing about it
Soap is a curious creature. He notices things. It was already his first day in the TF 141 that he noticed his lieutenant doesn't eat in the mess with other soldiers.
At first he dismissed it. Ghost was very private and probably didn't need all the soldiers to stare at his face while he ate.
But later, when he started taking his mask off in front of the team, he still didn't eat with them. Sometimes he sat with them as they ate, but when Soap offered to split his food, the lieutenant always declined.
It stressed Soap more than enemy fire. His own meals were always huge to get him his energy so he could be his hyper-active self, jumping around, never staying silent, just buzzing with energy.
And so he tried. He kept giving Ghost whatever food he had to share here and there. He gave him an apple. The man put it in his pocket. So the next time he offered some beef jerky. That ended in the man's pocket as well.
During briefing for the upcoming mission, Soap pulled out a packet of chocolate chips cookies.. Price took a few, so did Gaz.. and no way, Ghost took one too. He pulled up his mask and ate it. Soap thought he was dreaming, but no, the lieutenant ate something!
So when they were on a mission, Soap slid an energy bar towards Ghost.
"Take it." He said.
"Thank you." Ghost replied but just pocketed it instead of eating.
In the next few days Soap slowly depleted his entire stock of food and not a single time he saw his lieutenant eat anything.
Later Ghost even gave him MRE, his favourite one, as Soap already ran out and was hungry again. Seriously, he was already bringing more food than ammo to the warzone and he still needs Ghost to share his food?? Wait, he gave him the entire portion..
Soap could cry if he had any energy for it.
When they got home, Soap finally snapped and dragged the poor tarantula into the mess hall.
"Pick something." Soap said as he gestured to the different options.
"I'm not hungry. But if you want to eat, I can stay with you."
"Ghost, don't give me that! We can take the food to our rooms, you don't have to eat here."
"I don't need to eat. But you should. Here." And he handed him a plate.
Soap wondered how that happened again. Him stuffing his mouth with food while his lieutenant sat across him with a glass of water, barely moving and listening to Soap ramble about nothing in-between the bites.
"No, wait. You eat." Soap said resolutely and pushed his half-eaten plate towards his superior. Okay, probably not one of his finest moments.
"I'm not hungry." The man declined yet again.
"Ghost, you don't eat, you need to eat." Soap stressed.
"I am eating. Don't worry."
"Yeah? When was the last time you ate then?" Soap challenged.
"When you gave me the cookie."
"THAT WAS MORE THAN A WEEK AGO!" Soap screamed. Few soldiers around turned towards the noise, but relaxed quickly when they realized it was just MacTavish.
"Yeah, so I'll be good for at least another week, don't worry. I kept the energy bar you gave me, I'll eat it next week."
Soap fainted.
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(Inspired by one of my cute little tarantulas who decided she won't eat for eight months..) (If you have any ideas what I could write about next, please share..)
Jumping spider hybrid!Soap trying to scare Tarantula hybrid!Ghost
Soap always admires how Ghost never gets jumped-scared because he can feel everything.
They could be sitting in the rec room and suddenly Ghost chuckles. "Price dropped a stack of files and is cursing." He offers as an explanation. Price was in his office on the other end of the hall.
They could be training on an obstacle course and Ghost would just mention: "Nik is coming to say hi." And lo and behold, the pilot shows up in the next two minutes.
No one can scare Ghost, the soldier know that. He knows about everything.. (so the soldiers are actually quite happy with the fact he goes to sleep on the other side of the barracks and can't feel whatever they do in the shower later at night..)
And Soap obviously needs to be the one who will manage to sneak up to him, right? Who else would?
So he keeps hiding, staying silent and unmoving for as long as he possibly can (not very long), waiting for Ghost to appear.
"Hey, Johnny." Ghost always says few steps away from him, just as Soap was getting ready to jump out...
It wasn't working. The man could feel anything.
Perhaps he needs a bigger distance.. of course! He is a jumping spider, he can manage that!
Soap was very light and his hybrid features helped him take only a little fall damage, mostly only because of the heavy gear he had to have on missions.. but here on base, that was not a problem.
The plan started to brew.
Soap made a safety line (a thick cobweb line) and attached it to the window frame on the fourth floor. It was good enough to stop his fall even though he could land safely even from this height.
Now he just waited for Ghost to appear which didn't take long as Soap knew his schedule very well and knew the tarantula hybrid went to the shooting range at this time of the day.
And there he was. Ghost didn't look up to him. He might have felt someone was at the window, but probably dismissed it as he did all the other soldiers in the vicinity.
Soap jumped..
..and landed right in front of him.
"Boo!" Soap yelled.
And oh boy, he was not ready for the immediate reaction.
Ghost bared his fangs and threw his arms out to appear even bigger than he was. The loud warning hiss was so overwhelming to Soap's senses he quickly jumped back and fell down on the ground.
When the hissing got accompanied with a loud stomp, Soap thought he could pee himself in fear. He stayed on the ground and tucked his limbs close to his body and hiding his face, as spiders do when they are stressed.
It took a moment for Ghost to calm down his reaction and stop the hissing, but when he did, he slowly approached Soap.
Sleeping habits of Tarantula hybrid!Ghost and jumping spider!Soap
Ghost doesn't sleep. His body can enter a 'sleep mode' when his body functions are lowered to a minimum to rest, but he moment there is a noise or a movement close by, he is perfectly awake and ready to react. That is why he is so popular with all the other soldiers when they are out there - everyone can sleep through the entire night while he keeps watch. It is also why he usually goes to rest to the most distant parts of the base because he needs to rest and feeling the footsteps of soldiers few floors away gets in way of that.
Soap can doze off properly, and likes to do so near his huge and silent lieutenant. He always watches him curiously and follows him, feeling safe in his proximity. After he found out Ghost's most favourite place to hide at night, he made a nice and comfortable web hammock there for both of them.
You don’t know what you did to make your pack hate you.
But they do hate you, of that, you’re certain. It’s been weeks of avoidance, of glaring when they see you, of “accidentally” hitting you too hard during spars. Ghost and Gaz seem to hate you the most, but you can’t be sure, because you’ve barely even seen Soap in weeks, and whenever you do, he refuses to make eye contact with you, his tail tucked between his legs. Price is slightly less antagonistic, but there is no more warmth in his interactions with you, all of them coldly professional.
It’s tearing you up inside.
You’re considering putting in for a transfer when the news comes—you’re being loaned out to the Americans for a mission that will take several weeks, maybe months. No one else from the 141 will be coming with you.
You hold off on your transfer request, as a favor to Laswell, who apparently personally recommended you. You know it likely won’t be accepted until after the mission is finished, anyway.
You’re up and on the tarmac at 05:00. None of your pack comes to say goodbye.
As the helo lifts off, you feel the bonds you’d formed with each and every one of them—once so strong and a great source of comfort—break, unable to hold up under the strain of rejection any longer. It’s agony, but it’s freedom, too, in a way.
Johnny wakes up with a pained gasp, clawing at his chest as he shoots up in bed. Beside him, Simon sits up sharply as well, reaching for the gun under his pillow before realizing the room is empty.
“Just a nightmare,” he soothes his sergeant, heart breaking at the horrible whines coming from him. He pulls Johnny close, kissing the crown of his head. “S’olright, Soap. Go back ta sleep.”
And Soap does, the ache in his chest slowly fading, but never quite disappearing entirely. He wonders what he was dreaming of, to have such an intense reaction…
You are the new supply NCO and the boys have to go to you for new equipment (after they break something in the field)
Soap: You know about his loud presence before he even opens the door. He waltzes in with barely restrained energy and you wonder if he will be able to maintain the conversation without climbing the walls.
"Hey, how are you? Alex, was it?" He almost yells excitedly.
"Not even close." You raise your eyebrow at him, challenging.
"Well, you have a lunch break? I'd love to get to know you and your name." He tries with a charming smile.
"My name is on the uniform." You say flatly.
His eyes flicker to the nametag and you can see his expression waver for a moment. Before he tries to save the situation, you just ask.
"What do you need?"
"Oh, I kinda broke something."
"Shocking." You comment. You have a feeling you will soon get to know this guy very well.
He puts his helmet on the table and you inspect it. The plastic adjustable pads on the inside are broken.
"What did that helmet do to you?" You ask. If one broke, sure. Two, maybe. But all but one?
He immediately dives into a crazy story which he animates with wild gestures and Scottish expressions that have you nodding absentmindedly.
"You'll need a request form. Then I'll get you a new one." You interrupt him.
"Could you do that without the form?" He asks nicely and you almost say yes because you know whatever he will write there will be very wrong anyway. But you need to hold your ground and hope they'll learn. You push the paper in front of him.
He doesn't leave. He asks for a pen and then reads the form out loud, glancing at you every time he needs you to dictate the answer.
Ghost: He is silent, but you knew he came in thanks to a squeak that the door makes. He walks to your table with a steady gaze, locked in on his target. He puts a broken comm on the table. "I need a new one."
You look at the mess and then fold your arms. He doesn't move, reminds you of an angel from Doctor Who. You blink and you're dead. So you don't. You look up and try to match his death glare.
"Do you have a request form filled?"
His eyes narrow a little and then you see him sizing you up and down. "Where is sergeant Williams?" He asks and continues staring into your soul. You've been here for barely a day and you're not even sure you still have one.
"Retired." Williams and his lax approach to equipment distribution is exactly what got you here in the first place. You slightly lean to the left while carefully maintaining the eye contact. Then you slowly reach to the first drawer and pull out a paper. You put it on the table next to the little broken device.
After few seconds he looks down trying to burn the paper with his stare. It doesn't work so he picks it up and leaves.
Five minutes later he is back and his hands are empty. He walks to the table and stares at you for a moment, then huffs in annoyance. You wait. He wants something, he can ask.
"What is the ID number?" His voice is more silent than you expected.
You nod at him with a poker face, pretending it's a good question and not something he should've known for years as a lieutenant, and you explain.
Gaz: Walks in with polite, almost shy smile. He walks up to you with confident posture and you are almost ready for your customer service voice to deny whatever he will ask for.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but my gas mask cracked, I'm going to need a new one."
You resist the sigh and an eye roll. "How did you manage that?"
He puts it on the table and you inspect it. One eye socket is cracked but otherwise it seems okay.
"Could you fix that for me, please?" He asks oh so nicely.
"You know what, sure. But next time you'll need a request form." You say and put the mask away. His politeness made you feel like next time he will need something, his form will be filled correctly on your table before he will even tell you what's wrong.
So, I have this CoD fanfictio idea that I have half outlined on paper. It's a body swap AU, where 22 Ghost exchanges with 09 Ghost, and it can be described as: 09 Ghost, after being betrayed by Sheperd wakes up in 22 body sleeping with Soap, he recognises that he is Soap, but doesnt understand why he looks so young, then in the bathroom he has a panic attack when he sees that he isn't himself, but a 6'2" monster with blond hair and dark eyes (the opposite of what he was). Instead 22 Ghost is suddenly thrown in the battlefield basically one minute before Sheperd's betrayal, when Sheperd is about to shoot Roach he is faster and shoots him. 22 Ghost doesn't know that the man he killed was Sheperd (he looks nothing like his Sheperd) and doesn't recognise the soldier he saved, but something in his guts tells him he knew him at some point.
Yes, it is hurt-comfort, yes with time their memories will return, yes they will realoze that they might be lost in another reality, no I don't know how it could be resolved since I need time and it might be that when both the Captain and the Sargent die they switch back :) (no, I want to fix it, so they don't die)
These two inspired me
Edit: I'm 2k into writing the first chapter of this and I'm absolutely speedrunning ruining my sleeping schedule by writing this at night (the ideas come better and the creativity is boosted)
Okay, I know this will sound probably bad.. but as far as fanfictions are concerned, my only wish is to once write something that will make at least one of my readers cry.
Sorry, I know.. but honestly, the amount of emotions some fanfictions make me feel is absolutely incomprehensible and cannot be compared to any other media.
I would just like to once be able to portray the actions and emotions so well it will make people feel them as much as some fanfictions make me feel.
There are quite a few Soulmates AU fanfics, where it's Ghost who is trying to to hide it, claiming Soap doesn't deserve someone so broken like him, or something like that... so it's usually Soap who suffers the rejection in some form.
What if it was the other way? What 'valid' reason would Soap have, claiming Ghost doesn't deserve to be stuck with him?
(I came up with one reason yesterday before falling asleep and of course I forgot...)
With the way Ghost is so unapproachable, nobody would probably notice his suffering for quite some time. Lol, angst, yes please.
Also he would be pretty much stalking Soap, but as that's a normal behaviour for him, nobody questions that.
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