PUSHIN’ YER LUCK

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 || 𝒔𝒂𝒔 — 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 141

[soapandsuds]

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

donnae pretend ye dinnae ken who i am.

⁀➷ names soap, but ye already ken tha’. donnae call me johnny if ye favor havin’ a tongue (LT'll come after ye). can call me sergeant or mactavish but donnae overdue it less ye wanna sound like cap or me maw. 

⁀➷ 30 years old an countin’! i ken i got shot by ol’ mak, but contrary to popular belief, i survived. an i got a cool wee scar to prove it, too. donnae worry, though. i'll get my revenge. 

⁀➷ i work for the best force in t’e WORLD. SAS elites, baby. team is so-so. gaz is a pain in the arse (so am i, though), ghost broods too much, and cap complains aboot his fuckin’ knee pain like no tomorrow. wouldnae change a thing, though. tha’s my family. 

THE MUN.

Hi! my name is Kaz, I'm 24 years old, and I go by they/them pronouns!

While I'm brand new to the tumblr roleplay community, i have been roleplaying on instagram, facebook, twitter, and discord for a very long time. But please bear with me as i figure all of this out! 

( main blog: @itsindigo — cod oc )

THE RULES.

• minors do not interact. nothing against the minor community, i’m just personally not comfortable interacting.

• if i see you use any form of AI (writing, drawing, etc) you will be blocked.

• NO homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, etc. allowed. you will be blocked and reported.

• i reserve the right to not answer any asks that make me personally uncomfortable, or would make soap uncomfortable as a character to respond to.

• i’m more of a short form roleplayer, so if you are looking to roleplay with me i might get overwhelmed if the starter/responses nudge into long form/novella! that being said, i do have my moments where i will write a lot, but i tend to prioritize short form as it prevents the possibility of me getting mentally exhausted and just ignoring the thread completely.

• this character is open to: romantic, platonic, and negative connections/plots!

TAGLIST.

• #soap+suds.ica — in character asks

• #soap+suds.icp — in character posts

• #soap+suds.ict — in character texts

• #kaz postings — out of character posts

— anons <3

💤 | 🪽 | 🥈 | 💥 | 🌱 | 💅 | 💫 |

[akahound]

[[closed rp with @soapandsuds ]]

Almost exactly a month later Benny finds himself back in Credenhill, jet lagged to all hell, but on one simple mission to finally talk with the only person he’s been wanting to see for months now. Especially after their last conversation. By the time he makes his way to base, clears himself to security, and finds his way to Soap’s barrack the sun is starting to set. Most men are back in their rooms, or fixing up small details for night shift turnover. It’s not Bentley who joins him, but a different k9. Still a Malinois.

The knock on Soap’s door is short, just two careful taps against the wood before he steps back, rocking on his heels while he waits for the door to open.

[soapandsuds]

the grease covered microfiber cloth smooths against the metal slide of johnny's pistol, working to clean every single dip and divot. it wasn't like the gun wasn't clean — it always was — he just needed something to keep his mind occupied. especially since he knew that benny would be arriving at any point in the day.

the knocks caught him off guard, cloth slipping from his fingers to land on his little desk. johnny presses his lips together in a thin line and sits up straight, taking his time to put the pistol back together before pushing himself out of the desk chair and walking towards his door. he hesitates, briefly, fingers wrapped around the handle; opening it after a few breaths.

“benny.” it comes out with a breath. the scotsman wasn't expecting anyone else, yet the sight of the man before him still somehow surprised him. he shifts his weight and takes a step to the side to allow benny to enter his room, face carefully smoothing out into something stoic.

[akahound]

“Johnny—“

It tumbles out in response before he can stop it, immediately wincing in regret. There’s that line, the one he stands at waiting to see what is and isn’t okay anymore. There’s hopelessness in his gaze remains, grappling with both his feelings for the man in front of him and the situation itself. Beside him, the dog shifts forward, sniffing at the air in Soap’s direction. It snaps Benny out of his staring, running a hand nervously through his curls.

“This is Rover. I trained him up for you cause I know you’ve been havin’ a time. You don’t have to take him, I know dogs are a lot of work, but he’s trained to detect migraines and oncoming episodes.”

Benny takes a glance around the room behind Soap, nervous teeth chewing at the bottom of his lip. Out of everything he’s ever fucked up, this is the last thing he wants to ruin. Guilt sticks to his insides like sludge, the heavy weight in his stomach causing that thin lipped expression, like a dog attempting not to vomit.

“Could I come in?”

[soapandsuds]

the features of his face twitch when he hears his name falling from benny's lips, eyebrows scrunching and mouth pulling into a frown briefly. there was a line, and benny had crossed it. he had no right to call johnny that anymore. he had lost that privilege years ago — the moment graves had uttered those words before opening fire on his team, and the vaqueros.

‘general shepherd sends his regards.’

he shakes his head, pulling himself from his own thoughts. johnny barely regards the canine next to benny, only letting out a small grunt of acknowledgement that it even exists before he takes yet another step to the side.

“s’why i moved. ya wanna talk, lets talk in here. no use standin’ round outside me door an’ letting the entire base hear.” he taps his foot a bit impatiently, eyes falling down to the dog once again. he wonders how long it would take the thing to alert for the migraine that was already starting to build. he would have to find a moment to take his meds.

[akahound]

Benny feels the sting of that look shot at him, head ducking in apology. It all makes complete sense, and Soap has never owed him a single thing, lucky he’s even here able to still talk to him. Rover is given a release word when Soap steps aside, immediately breaking from his side to enter the room and nose at the other man’s leg, coaxing him towards the chair at his desk.

Benny takes his time entering, making sure to mind where he steps. The bed doesn’t seem appropriate, and he’d rather not stand there awkwardly the entire time. He finds a place on Johnny’s desk, sitting carefully while Rover takes his place at the other’s feet.

“.. there ain’t no use in me sayin’ sorry anymore. All I can tell you is I ain’t know anything until it was happenin’, but that ain’t an excuse..”

The only time he’s ever felt this sort of guilt before was years ago, back when he had lost Fox and his best friend within the span of a week. He can’t help but stare, taking in the details of his face.

“I know that there’s nothin’ I can do to make any of this better. I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least try to be in your life. Even if it ain’t in the way I had hoped.”

Just a chance. Another one to be exact.

[soapandsuds]

johnny's gaze follows the dog, a deeper frown pulling at his lips when he's urged back by it. with a low sigh, the scotsman relents, taking a few steps back before turning around and heading back towards his desk chair to sit down. he busies himself with opening a drawer and depositing the pistol that had rested on top of the desk, exchanging the weapon for the bottle of meds that were tucked in the back.

“ya have t’get used to no being in peoples lives if they don’ wan’ ya in them, ben. is no a choice ya can change. it's theirs.”

two, for now. he shakes the small tablets in his fist, only taking a moment to ready himself for the bitter taste once they hit his tongue. they're thrown into the back of his throat, and he dry swallows them, only letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding once they're clear of his throat. he turns his attention to the man that now sits on his desk while the hand that held his pills lifts and presses against the scar at the center of his forehead, eyes flicking down and an eyebrow raising as if to say why the hell are you sitting there?

“i know ya didno have a say in any of it, but ya still stood by his side while it happened. while me and me team practically go’ hunted fer sport by a man we trusted with our lives no an hour before all tha’. hard t' forgive, harder t' forget.”

[akahound]

[[closed rp with @soapandsuds ]]

Almost exactly a month later Benny finds himself back in Credenhill, jet lagged to all hell, but on one simple mission to finally talk with the only person he’s been wanting to see for months now. Especially after their last conversation. By the time he makes his way to base, clears himself to security, and finds his way to Soap’s barrack the sun is starting to set. Most men are back in their rooms, or fixing up small details for night shift turnover. It’s not Bentley who joins him, but a different k9. Still a Malinois.

The knock on Soap’s door is short, just two careful taps against the wood before he steps back, rocking on his heels while he waits for the door to open.

[soapandsuds]

the grease covered microfiber cloth smooths against the metal slide of johnny's pistol, working to clean every single dip and divot. it wasn't like the gun wasn't clean — it always was — he just needed something to keep his mind occupied. especially since he knew that benny would be arriving at any point in the day.

the knocks caught him off guard, cloth slipping from his fingers to land on his little desk. johnny presses his lips together in a thin line and sits up straight, taking his time to put the pistol back together before pushing himself out of the desk chair and walking towards his door. he hesitates, briefly, fingers wrapped around the handle; opening it after a few breaths.

“benny.” it comes out with a breath. the scotsman wasn't expecting anyone else, yet the sight of the man before him still somehow surprised him. he shifts his weight and takes a step to the side to allow benny to enter his room, face carefully smoothing out into something stoic.

[akahound]

“Johnny—“

It tumbles out in response before he can stop it, immediately wincing in regret. There’s that line, the one he stands at waiting to see what is and isn’t okay anymore. There’s hopelessness in his gaze remains, grappling with both his feelings for the man in front of him and the situation itself. Beside him, the dog shifts forward, sniffing at the air in Soap’s direction. It snaps Benny out of his staring, running a hand nervously through his curls.

“This is Rover. I trained him up for you cause I know you’ve been havin’ a time. You don’t have to take him, I know dogs are a lot of work, but he’s trained to detect migraines and oncoming episodes.”

Benny takes a glance around the room behind Soap, nervous teeth chewing at the bottom of his lip. Out of everything he’s ever fucked up, this is the last thing he wants to ruin. Guilt sticks to his insides like sludge, the heavy weight in his stomach causing that thin lipped expression, like a dog attempting not to vomit.

“Could I come in?”

[soapandsuds]

the features of his face twitch when he hears his name falling from benny's lips, eyebrows scrunching and mouth pulling into a frown briefly. there was a line, and benny had crossed it. he had no right to call johnny that anymore. he had lost that privilege years ago — the moment graves had uttered those words before opening fire on his team, and the vaqueros.

‘general shepherd sends his regards.’

he shakes his head, pulling himself from his own thoughts. johnny barely regards the canine next to benny, only letting out a small grunt of acknowledgement that it even exists before he takes yet another step to the side.

“s’why i moved. ya wanna talk, lets talk in here. no use standin’ round outside me door an’ letting the entire base hear.” he taps his foot a bit impatiently, eyes falling down to the dog once again. he wonders how long it would take the thing to alert for the migraine that was already starting to build. he would have to find a moment to take his meds.

[akahound]

[[closed rp with @soapandsuds ]]

Almost exactly a month later Benny finds himself back in Credenhill, jet lagged to all hell, but on one simple mission to finally talk with the only person he’s been wanting to see for months now. Especially after their last conversation. By the time he makes his way to base, clears himself to security, and finds his way to Soap’s barrack the sun is starting to set. Most men are back in their rooms, or fixing up small details for night shift turnover. It’s not Bentley who joins him, but a different k9. Still a Malinois.

The knock on Soap’s door is short, just two careful taps against the wood before he steps back, rocking on his heels while he waits for the door to open.

[soapandsuds]

the grease covered microfiber cloth smooths against the metal slide of johnny's pistol, working to clean every single dip and divot. it wasn't like the gun wasn't clean — it always was — he just needed something to keep his mind occupied. especially since he knew that benny would be arriving at any point in the day.

the knocks caught him off guard, cloth slipping from his fingers to land on his little desk. johnny presses his lips together in a thin line and sits up straight, taking his time to put the pistol back together before pushing himself out of the desk chair and walking towards his door. he hesitates, briefly, fingers wrapped around the handle; opening it after a few breaths.

“benny.” it comes out with a breath. the scotsman wasn't expecting anyone else, yet the sight of the man before him still somehow surprised him. he shifts his weight and takes a step to the side to allow benny to enter his room, face carefully smoothing out into something stoic.

[soapandsuds]

How’s next month sound?

- @akahound

dunno, cannae hear t’e future.

[akahound]

If you listen closely you’d be able to hear me outside with a boombox.

[soapandsuds]

turn that shite off there are wee soldiers tryna sleep in here.

[akahound]

Only if you let me inside

[soapandsuds]

fine, but ye gotta stay in t’e common room we donnae like dogs in t’e kitchen.

[soapandsuds]

How’s next month sound?

- @akahound

dunno, cannae hear t’e future.

[akahound]

If you listen closely you’d be able to hear me outside with a boombox.

[soapandsuds]

turn that shite off there are wee soldiers tryna sleep in here.

[soapandsuds]

Would you let me practice tattoos on you?

I’d do whatever you want done, but no promises on how well they turn out :p

probably no t’ this as well. like me tattoo's professionally done! no offense

ye show me some work on tha’ fake slab o' skin an’ i'll think aboot it, aye?

[soapandsuds]

How’s next month sound?

- @akahound

dunno, cannae hear t’e future.

[soapandsuds]

I hope my favorite sergeant is remembering to take some time for himself between charming everyone (including me 😋) and saving the world?

Stay hydrated, MacTavish <3

- 💫

am, trust. sparks has t’ shove me phone in me hand sometimes an’ tells me t’ open an’ answer these things. i jus’ wanna relaxxx

[soapandsuds]

Would you.. Commit Arson with me pookie?

probably no, but cheers t’ ye fer askin’!

[soapandsuds]

you are so short

not that i mind

it adds to your amazing whimsy personality that makes cod less about war n stuff

you are so pretty

am no short?? am basically 6’. tha’s above average :(

[soapandsuds]

What's ur favorite meal? - 🪽

am no sure.. mmmmm.... i do enjoy a nice medium rare steak an potatoes dinner

[soapandsuds]

No hard feelings wings 🪽, I'm just admiring this absolutely gorgeous man and flirting here and there <3

- 🌱

as ye should!!

[soapandsuds]

Soap! You might wanna avoid Price for a while. Think I pissed ‘im off just a little bit

(OOC: I love how you portray Soap!)

...what did ye do?

/ thank u so much!! <3

[soapandsuds]

hello hello hello there

yer back, mctavish

missed ya while ya were gone - 💥

humbly apologize, mate. things are jus’ so busy, ye ken?

am back, though! i think.

[soapandsuds]

First ask ever, kinda nervous 🫪

Are there any games that you like to play in your free time? Video or no?

Here's a cookie for yer time 🍪😋

(Also, is 💫 a taken anon already?)

donnae really play, never have t’e time. i do like candy crush on me phone!

(its not taken!!)

[soapandsuds]

You are a wonderful unicorn...

thank ye