Call Signs and Close Calls

"𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆? 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗼?" ... --- .- .--. // --. .... --- ... - Welcome to my blog dedicated to all things Soap/Ghost! I draw for them sometimes and also role play! DM me if you’re interested.

[skullnsuds]

Hey! This might be a shot in the dark, but I’m looking for a roleplay partner (preferably long term) that writes in 3rd person, semi-lit or lit! I mirror reply lengths. Please, no one under 20. I’d prefer if you’re okay with explicit content— it won’t be the center of the roleplays but I like to sprinkle it in. I’m looking for some interesting plots and fun collaborations!

Some pairings I enjoy are:

- Ghost/Soap ❤️

- Price/Gaz

- Konig/Horangi

- Swiss/Dew

- Spideypool

- Reddie

- Stan

- Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

- Hannigram

I’m also open to OCxOC roleplays! Please note I only do MxM pairings because it’s what I’m comfortable with. I only roleplay on discord. Like this post or shoot me a dm if you’re interested!

[h3lian]

👻👻

[m-1-8]

stress reliever

[al4thea]

This was so much fun to draw, easily one of my favorite drawings this year. It's all thanks to @tapioca-milktea1978 for this commission °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° the collaboration of ideas were so funny- I hope you guys find this as entertaining as us♡

Based on the Chainsaw Man car meme Commission still open!

[emmster]

Soft💀🧼

[bluebonnetbandit]

John who has memory loss after he was shot in the head but was still medically cleared to go back to work. While recovering, he stayed home with his family, with everyone always coming by to see him so he could re-familiarize himself with everyone. Then, when he came back to Britain, everyone took turns staying with him at his flat, but due to medical requests and requests from each of their own therapists, they weren’t allowed to tell John too much or answer a lot of questions. They couldn’t tell him what he was like before, couldn’t tell him where his journals were because they knew he was trying to rush the process of remembering everyone and his relationship with him (they even changed all their contact names in his phone to just their names, no nicknames or emojis). They couldn’t call each other by their nicknames or callsigns; Soap couldn’t be ‘soap’ or ‘Johnny’; he was just John. Even though he remembers his own name and callsign, he was John for now. Simon was also asked to slowly introduce his mask, they didn’t want there to be any confusion on John’s behalf.

It’s his first week back on base and he spends the day getting familiar with everything again. At night, Kyle walks him to his room because their rooms are closest to each other. He tells him to get him if he needs anything and John nods with a smile. He couldn’t sleep, something just felt wrong when he tried to fall asleep. The room didn’t feel like his bedroom in a way, it didn’t feel like his bed. After a few hours he finds Simon room. He hesitated a little before knocking. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Simon would asked panicked. John just looks at him, doesn’t know what to say or do, doesn’t know how to describe his feeling. “I know that’s my room, but it’s not MY room, that’s not my bed.” Is all John says. Simon moved over and lets him walk into his room. It’s like muscle memory and instinct took him over as soon as he was in Simon’s room. His body knew where to walk to find the extra blankets and pillows. He knew where to lay on the bed, his body knew where his spot was. Simon could feel himself start to cry, John didn’t have any memory but he remembered where he belonged, where he was comfortable. Simon got back into bed and John body instantly shuffled towards Simon’s and he rested his head on his shoulder. Little peeks of Johnny were starting to show. Johnny was coming back slowly but surely.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon could feel the energy humming from the man next to him. A restless twitchiness under his skin, tight, quiet breaths, as he fought desperately to stay still in his sleeping bag. "What is it, Johnny?"

"Nothin', sir."

"Spit it out or have a wank. Whatever. But get it out yer system and go to sleep."

"Aye."

A beat of silence, and Johnny drew in another breath. He twitched again, whatever he was holding in crackling in the space around them like electricity, and Simon was just about to elbow the little cunt when he finally started speaking.

"Ye ever thought aboot if ye identified a UFO it just becomes an FO..."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"An' then if the fecker lands, it becomes an O."

"Groundbreakin' stuff."

"Aye. Night, L.T."

About three seconds past before the first snore. Simon pinched the bridge of his nose through his balaclava, smirking. Price had sold this bloke as some demo boy genius mini-Price. He was the dumbest smart person Simon had ever bloody met, and he couldn't help but be endeared by the bastard.

[mellounir]

(they haven't got the time)

[notyoucat]

Happy international seal day everyone! 💀🧼🦭

[streysteal]

A rare glimse of fluff <3 Lets pretend i didnt forget about tumblr for a hot second lol. I cant remember if i uploaded that last one? i couldnt find it in my post so i dont think so.

[spiltspit]

grounding

[melh1art]

I'm in a playful mood today ฅᨐฅ

gorgeous reference!!! -`♡´-

[fludderpy]

Warm hearts in cold weather <3

(More wips and rendered artworks (18+) on my patreon ✨)

[mellounir]

I'm a fool for lingering touches and stolen glances

[z-nth]

[stinglesswasp]

Just sniper things 💥 (botched mission)

[brav0-6]

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