I Love Soap Mactavish

Just MW1/2 fic ideas mainly around Soap and Ghost (some NSFW content) werewolf soap enabler

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I completely forgot to post this here but I did a saucy soapghost fix!!!

Edit: I reread this and it kind of sucks but still fun

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What I see each COD (MW) character as in a shifter AU:

Soap🧼 Hyena

Ghost👻 Wolf

Gaz🧢 Moose

Price🏷️ Brown Bear

Rudy🙄 Harpy Eagle

Alejandro💃 Jaguar

Konig👑 Giant Squid

Horangi🐱 Tiger

Farah🦅 Falcon

Alex🦿 Sheep dog

Roach🪳 Fruit Bat

Keegan🔑 King Cobra

Nikolai🚁 Grizzly bear

Gromski🎯 Orca

Laswell’s👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Lioness (Kate) and Palas Cat (??)

Valeria💌 Grey Fox

Graves🪦 Vulture

And Shepard is a bitch💕

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CW: demons, temporary MCD

When the 141 found out demons were real, they were all very fucking confused but, given time, they began to understand it.

In just a few weeks their world shifted completely after witnessing something truely unholy all at the hands of their friend.

It started when Gaz got shot clean through the head. Price screamed his name as Ghost rushed to his side only to find no life there to save. Chaos roared around them for just a few minutes that felt like an eternity as they all scrambled to do something, anything, to save their lost friend.

In the struggle Price was also shot, too close to his neck but still hanging on.

Alas, the rest got hero team took the test out and they four were left alone. Price was holding back tears as he tried to give CPR to Gaz and hold his bleeding neck all at once, Ghost silent beside him as the prospect of loosing someone he cared about reared again.

Soap was quiet.

Ghost had just started to take over holding onto Price’s neck, knowing the man was next to die if he didn’t get help soon, when Soap moved to stand over Gaz’s body.

“Son, I’m sorry-“

Soap shook his head, not wanting Price to blame himself for even a moment, “it’s alright, I am too. Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.”

Neither man had the time to question him before the lights in the room flickered and burst. The room became both freezing or cold and hot at once, as the walls were burning but the air was ice. The two windows of the room of the facility they were in started to crack but never burst, as if waiting to shatter yet scared to make the noise.

After a moment of panicked silence, the two living men looked to Soap after flicking their gaze around the shifting room only to find something else.

There stood Soap, with his gear and his meticulously cared for Mohawk, but now his very body was different. His hands had become disfigured, long fingers twisting and curling with unnatural nails and flesh.

His ears were pointed and clueling around the sides of his head, down until it met the back of his skull where a set of mangled horns protruded from his skin, framing his hair. The bone of the horns was cut up and curled around to make a mocking halo. The Soap they once knew now had longer legs with hooded feet, as if a goat or a stag.

Even someone who wasn’t catholic would know a demon stood before them.

The deep Scottish voice they knew and loved began to speak with an echo of itself, uttering words in a language they could never truely comprehend. The words seemed to activate some sort of spell as a ring of symbols surrounded Gaz and burned itself into the flooring.

Price didn’t even notice his neck wound heal, thinking the slight burn he felt was just that and not even considering it could be a sibling healing him from death. This was both because he was in shock and before the gasping sound of air filling Gaz’s lungs again was far more important.

The symbols faded, the room went back to a normal temperature, the windows creaked, and Soap… he just stood there as Price held onto Gaz and helped him calm down.

Ghost had held eye contact with him the entire time, watching the man he loved because he was so much kinder and sweeter than he could ever be turn into the very thing Ghost thought himself to be?

If Gaz wasn’t dead and Price seeming to do his best to follow, Ghost probably would have had a fucking boner.

Before the Sargent could turn tail, because well shit Ghost didn’t notice the body length long tail trailing behind him, Price spoke, “Thank you, Johnny.”

Gaz had been looking more confused then he was able to comprehend, but as he realised it was his best mate, he just smiled at Soap. The man, or demon, himself looked awkward as he stared at his friends and tried to figure out if he should run or not, but took his Captains words to heart.

When Ghost gave an annoyed grunt he looked terrified with his blackened eyes, but Ghost didn’t care and just spoke as he looked at the man he loved, “Only I call him Johnny.”

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CW: past homophobia and transphobia, 141 x soap, mentions of smut

Soap grew up with a loving family. They all acted for each other, all have love languages of words of affirmation and gift giving, something Soap thrived in doing for others. He was praised for his skills in the military and, while he never cared, they were happy to show all his medals on display inside their living room. When he first got sent home for an injury they pampered him to the point he had to make a lock for his room just to get some peace. He was sure he was going to get a permanent dent in his forehead from all the kisses his mother would give him.

They supported him in everyone way but one.

When Soap came out as gay they didn’t care, happy he was finally out of denial, but when he mentioned going to a queen club they warned him of drag queens and woman who ‘pretend’ to be men.

Soap had sobbed that night, cutting up the pink skirt he had bought for himself a few weeks back. He didn’t care for drag, but the outfits he adored. But that was the one thing his family wouldn’t support. So, soap just gave up on those dreams and forced himself to stop staring at the pretty dresses in shop windows. He was scared of being hated by his family, and more terrified when he learnt how some people only let men wear skirts because it was a kink or fetish of theirs.

He felt alone, trapped in his body with no way to express himself without hate or depravity taking over.

Then he meet his partners.

It was Gaz who figured it out first, seeing his best friend and new lover stare at girls in skirts and mannequins in thrills skirts and realising what his partner wanted. He didn’t pretend that it didn’t arouse him at first, but that quickly changed when he saw the longing in his partners eyes shift to a bitter self-hate. He talked to Ghost and Price, making sure to clarify he was only speculating, and together the three of them began to casually mention how they liked drag race and thought skirts would be more comfortable than pants in the heat. Natural things that didn’t fetishise or make the other think they knew something, but it was worth it when Soap eventually cracked after Price made the final push.

Soap had looked at his lover with awe, shocked and amazed as he saw Price wearing a long brown sun dress in his office as he spoke to Laswel like it was nothing. He didn’t make a fuss about it, didn’t ask for attention or anything, he just wore it. The long puffy sleeves half rolled up on his hairy arms made Soap feel so seen despite the fact he wasn’t even the one wearing it.

Price called the others in and the three of them held onto Soap as he sobbed about how he thought it was wrong and illegal but Price, captain and bear of the 141 was doing it.

Price admitted he wasn’t big on the dress, seeing it as just simple clothes and a bit too vulnerable for his paranoid mind, but that he would be happy to wear it again if it would make Soap feel safer.

Not long after they took Soap for his first ever shopping spree, buying him over twenty skirts and seventeen dresses for him to try, all different styles so he could mix and match till he found something fitting. They stayed by him the first time he tried one on and kisses away his tears as he cried in joy. They sat next to him when he first went to the mess hall with a green skirt on, that only just went to his knees, ready to fight of anyone for their lover and they held his hand tightly when a private gave him a big smile and said he was pretty so he wouldn’t burst into tears.

Most importantly, they waited for him to initiate sex while he was dolled up so he wouldn’t feel sexualised. It took a full year for him to feel ready for that and Ghost made sure it was the most attentive sex he had ever experienced.

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CW: ABO, extreme past sexual assault and abuse

Soap who assumes that Ghost is just like every other Alpha. He’s arrogant, rude, mocking, so why wouldn’t he be prejudice? What reason was there to assume that Ghost would revel in the idea of taking Soap with or without his choice? He makes fun of Soap for being short, for flirting with others, but the only good thing he does is what he doesn’t do, which is bring up sex in any way. Not heats or ruts, nothing. It’s one of the reason Soap Jose to actually get to know him, allowing his inner Omega to have a ally in him. But never would he trust Ghost with the vulnerability of a heat.

But, then they get stuck in a snow storm. The mission was simple and they’re safe in the well built cabin, but Ghost had expected to be home in time that he could take leave and suffer his rut in peace.

Soap wakes up in the middle of the night to see Ghost on the wall, panting as he holds himself up by his elbows. His mask is off, his shirt clawed open with a few drops of blood sounding like gunshots through the storm.

Soap picks up that Ghost is rutting instantly and feels dead in his spine, knowing the other will want anything he can fuck and that Soap is basically a neon sign in a desert to him. Soap is taking note of where his weapons are, making a plan to survive out in the storm and call for help when he hears it.

A loud, heartbreaking sob.

Ghost was crying. Worse, he was weeping like a child lost from his ma. His cries are deep and pitiful, full wails breaking out like screams and through it Soap can hear him pleading, saying things like,

“Please, stop, I don’t want it!”

“Don’t make me please!”

“Don’t touch me, not again!”

“Please, I want my ma…”

Soaps dread shifts to pure grief as he processes his words, releasing what had to have happened to his Lt.

Soap feels sick nonstop for the next few days as he helps Ghost into the only bedroom and routinely feeds and waters the broken man, listening to him sob without break. He tries hard not to cry when Ghost screams, loud and full of fear, whenever Soap accidentally touches him. He tries to smooth him with calming words, assuring him that Soap won’t make him do a thing and whispering promises of Simon’s Ma coming to see him soon.

Later, when Ghost explained how she had been killed but his rut makes him forget, Soap swears to protect him during his rut whenever he needs.

Not just for Simons sake, but his Ma as well.

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CW: talks of abuse, hallucinations, ABO, homophobia and slurs

Ghost has helped Soap keep his hidden gender as an Omega secret for well over a year. He figures it out instantly, trying to tell himself it was because of his training and his status as an Alpha, not the fact that they might well be fated mates. It’s rare, but it’s also said that in every ten alphas one will have a fated Omega, so not impossible.

Soap didn’t realise that the other knew, pretending not to know that he clicked Ghost as his intended on the first day. He assumed Ghost didn’t realise because of Soap’s lies of being an Alpha.

But then his heat hits on a mission and he watches as Ghost kills three of their own operatives after two of them tried to force Soap while he was vulnerable. Later he would process that Ghost killed the other poor sod, a Beta, simply because he knew what Soap was. Ghost himself held back, biting a hole into his tongue as he got Soap to safety and made up lie after lie about a spontaneous rut.

Yet, even though Ghost knows he’s an Omega and that the two are fated to be intendeds, he does nothing. I’m fact, he seems almost awkward. Somehow trying to get as close to Soap as he can but also snapping at him or not speaking at all.

It’s after two weeks that Ghost subtly asked Soap to visit his room so they can talk. Soap, angered and hurt, is ready to yell and scream at him for not doing his job as an Alpha and caring for his Omega. But before he can, Ghost speaks in the quietest voice Soap has ever heard. Broken, small, and so unlike the man he knew.

“I kept your secret, Johnny… can, can you keep one for me?”

Soap looses all his rage in an instant, worry and relief at the trust being shown to him. He nods, a warm and hopefully safe smile taking over his face.

Ghost, though Soap has the feeling it’s actually Simon, fiddles his fingers like a child, “I, um, have these… fuck, I have these voices. In my head but not, like they talking to me without being there. My dad, my brother… sometimes me mum. They say things to me, horrible things, bout me being weak and a fag. Saying I can’t, can’t love ya.”

Johnny can’t help the tears that well in his eyes. He’s heard the rumours of what Simon faced, abuse and torture, but being followed by such things with hallucinations? It was a torture in himself. Was that why…?

Simon continues, “I thought they were right for so long. It’s man and woman and all that, but then you showed up. You’re nothing like they describe. You aren’t a slut or submissive, not weak and needing control and it’s confused the fuck out of me, Johnny. You make everything they say, then and now, so wrong, yet… this feels so natural. I’m scared, Johnny. Only my mums voice is nice to me but she’s… she’s fading. Don’t say much any more these days. Last thing I heard was, ‘be good to any omega, be better than him.’ But Johnny, I don’t fucking know how to do that!”

That’s it for Johnny, he too looses his composure and holds a sobbing Simon to his chest, cooing and kissing at his hair. He holds him as tight as he can, letting all the love he dreamed of giving his intended and their future kits take form in his gentle purring and careful touches.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

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CW: MW3 spoilers

I really hate how they made the game, they rushed it and put little budget in, but I can’t pretend it hasn’t inspired me. So, based on the idea that soap is alive and starts again (possibly with memory loss, KingsMan style) here are some idea for a new call sign I’ve seen or thought of:

- Phoenix. This one’s obvious, he dies and roses again, it also is ironic considering the snow.

- Hawk. While I think he’d have to get rid of his iconic hairstyle, it could also hint to his impressive aim.

- Hyena. The Mohawk like hair, as well as the fact that Spotted Hyenas are some of the fiercest animals when it comes to staying alive and fighting to the death.

- Sorry. Maybe it’s his first word after getting back from his coma, maybe it’s what he’s told all the time when he wakes up when he begs to see Gaz and Ghost but is told he can’t. He takes the name out of spite, maybe. Maybe he’s saying it to Ghost, so if they ever get to meet again he’ll be able to say it even if the other doesn’t know it’s him.

- Demo. He’s a demolition expert. There’s also the idea that his life before hand was like a demo of a game and now he’s learnt everything and is ready for the whole thing.

- Torch. We already know Soap is dangerous and violent, but after this kind of heartbreak? He’s viscous, so he wants a new set of tools. He stops just using his explosives and starts to carry around a flamethrower or something similar. He torches every place he can after being there, with the added bonus of making sure no one knows he was there.

- Craze. Without a team for him to keep happy, to help distract from their grief and fear, he has no reason to stay positive and ‘sane’. So he stops, letting every rage filled and depraved thought come out, lashing out at friend and foe, punishing whoever just happens to be in his path. Price accidentally gives him the calls sign when he sees the crazed look in his former friends eyes.

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CW: Emotional abuse

So, when Soap and Ghost are getting closer but Ghost just keeps pulling back, scared by his own trauma and too afraid to let someone in, Gaz breaks. He had been listening to them talk about how Soap wasn’t trying hard enough to keep going after Ghost, to keep pushing and not let him pull away. He knows they don’t mean ill intent and just want Johnny to try harder, but Gaz had spent countless nights hearing Johnny sob about how Ghost doesn’t love him, how he can’t because he has no reason to, how Ghost doesn’t even let him touch him or ask him about his day at times.

Gaz starts to cry himself as he tells them to shut up, growing angrier when Prince asks him to calm down.

Gaz lets out a real scream, “NO! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! I know you have your own trauma, Simon, but so does he! He’s never been loved. Not ever! by anyone! Nobody has ever come back for him, given him a chance to love them back! Even his own fucking family doesn’t bother to call when he gets hurt! Last time he went home they he found out he had a niece but they didn’t remember to tell him! He has no friends other than me! No family! No no one! Do you know how much it breaks him when he tries to live you and you push him away? Soap has long learnt that rejection is all he gets, so why would he try if he knows what’s going to happen anyway? I know you’re hurting but please, Simon… I think you’re killing him.”

Ghost hugs him as tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

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CW: kidnapping

Soap and one or all of the others being captured and the captors make Soap paint the others all bloodied and beat.

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CW: obsessive behaviour, Yandere au

Graves was a smart man, especially when it came to people. He had a good judgment and was quick to figure what made people tick, what they valued and treasured. Though it was only in his military career that he used these things to manipulate, he was an expert from day one.

So, when he saw Sargent Soap Mactavish… while Graves didn’t believe in supernatural empathy, he could feel something wrong with the Scotsman instantly. He was unnatural. His laughs were light and floaty, to the point it seemed practiced. His movements were gentle but firm, trained for combat and something else.

It was the drawings that gave it away. Soap drew whenever he had the chance and even painted when able. He was good at it, patient and steady in ever stroke and line. But sometimes he was messy, frenzied and rough like he was desperate to get something out of his head. All prices of art that had this sort of movement to them were of none other than the Ghost. Most, at times all, of Soap’s books would be filled with drawings of the older man. Painted, sketched, doodled and at times photographed.

The notes around the outside of them were cute and sweet, talking about what the two had done that day. Some were odd, talking about what Ghost had eaten that day, how he had spent a lot of time with or near certain people, what he wore, what he said, every point of physical contact between the two. Then, it became depraved and disturbing, talk of sex, forced and not, as well as long lives together with a big wedding and bigger house. Some ramblings talked about not allowing kids, because Ghost wouldn’t want to waste time on anyone else….

Graves knew all of this because he read Soaps journals. He knew this, because he approached Soap late one night and asked him what he would be willing to do for his one true love. He took Soaps answer in stride, even as the other grew more comfortable and became more honest, acting as if him wanting to tie his lover up so they wouldn’t leave was completely normal.

It took nothing more than a photo of an old mansion that Shepard had allowed Graves to obtain for Soap to agree to his plan. He took him to the house, showed him the security system and open space, perfect for a couple looking for isolation. Graves assured him that food and other necessities would be bought to the house so he would never have to leave his lovely Simon.

Soap was the one who drugged the mighty Ghost. He was the one who stripped him of his clothes and requested numerous drugs, aphrodisiacs and ecstasy, so he could better help his partner settle in. He was the one who used money from Shepards account to buy a dozen different dresses and lingerie for his partner.

Soap was the one who shot Gaz in the throat.

Soap was the one who disabled the alarms to Graves men could sneak in.

It was Soap who gutted several men in order to get him and his unconscious lover out, shamelessly sitting in his lap and giggling like a child the whole drive.

All Graves did was give him the opening, Soap did the rest.

After two years he visited the couple, excited to see a beaten down Ghost being tortured by his inferior. He wasn’t surprised to see the amount of hickies all over the man who was once a giant towering over them all, now with a chub to him and little muscle. He was weak, knees having some kind of wrap around them that was visible through the 70’s style dress he was wearing.

Graves was a little disappointed to see that Ghost had succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, blind to the electric collar around his neck, but as Ghost acted like a servant and didn’t speak a word unless Soap said to… he couldn’t help but laugh and tell Soap he did an incredible job truanting him.

Soap beamed and thanked him, even giving him a long kiss on the cheek and telling him that without Graves, he would never have the love of his life.

Graves smiled back, teeth showing as he saw got the pleasure of seeing the last bit of hope leave Ghost eyes.

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CW: nsfw, monsterf-cking Mpreg, ABO(kinda?)

Werewolves are the rarest supernatural left. Once they were the most common, but then humans learnt to hunt them and suddenly their population dropped. The rumour that people could be turned into a wolf by a simple bite was enough to strike fear, despite that being completely false. Everyone outside of the 141 and other taskforce thinks they are all dead and gone. Those who know of Johnny “Soap” Mactavish know better.

Unlike his other teammates, all of which were either supernaturals or practiced the supernatural arts, Soap was rare to use his talents as a werwolf. His duty to keep his kinds existence as quiet as possible went over his job most times, unless of course his Pack was threatened and he saw no other choice. He kept to himself when he had his force shift every month (though not on a full moon but a new moon) and didn’t talk about what he was unless required.

But then he fell in love. First with Gaz, then Price, then Alejandro and Rudy, and then the most love that made him give in, Ghost.

As a male wolf, his desire to protect those he deemed his own was overpowering to his own ‘rules’. It was another wolf that challenged this during a mission, inuring Soap’s Alejandro and demanding the other wolf submit. Soap had killed the other wolf in a bloody fight that took near an hour, leaving him injured and beaten but victorious. His hulking form had towered over his team, the high of a fight causing him to force them close to him and even attack the medics who came to heal Alejandro. Luckily, Gaz figured it out and whispered words that made the werwolf finally listen.

“Alpha, stop. You’re hurting your mates!”

Unsurprisingly, it was Ghost who moved first after Soap woke up in the hospital, the older man kissing him near aggressively and calling him an idiot for keeping things to himself. One by one, they each followed suit, pleading with Soap to stop hiding his instinct and to be honest with them all while giving him soft kisses and gentle pats.

From there he’s a whole different man, yet somehow still exactly him. He’s unbearably clingy to them all, nuzzling them constantly in order to scent them, stealing their clothes and replacing them with his own, buying them ungodly amounts of food (one time he bought a whole deer carcass and was promptly made to sleep outside after cleaning up all the blood), and just generally being a dotting overgrown dog. All of them are left with werewolf hair in their clothes and large hickeys on their neck, enough to show they are owned.

But then, one night when the six of them are cuddling in the rec room, Soap suddenly lets out the loudest growl any of them ah e heard while kissing Rudy’s neck. They all freeze, but Soap doesn’t seem to notice, just pushing his face which is gradually forming into a muzzle into Rudy’s neck and pulling him close. Rudy himself is left panting, arousal strong as Soap begins to grind against him. Rudy, whose able to think clearly enough and knows the most about ruts and heats, tells them it’s okay and to just ‘enjoy the show’.

And it’s a show.

They watch as Soap shifts into his full form with a slit hidden by fur opening up and dropping a cock the size of Rudy’s torso. They watch, all fisting their own cocks, as Soap fucks Rudy so hard he’s sobbing and whining, begging to be filled even as his body instinctively pulls away. Rudy reaches climax four times before Soap does, but even then he doesn’t stop. All of them are completely stunned as Soap continues to fuck Rudy for close to nine hours.

Turns out, that’s how all werewolf’s fuck. It’s not just a quick lay, it’s an average of eight hours of uninterrupted sex with a knot the size of a bowling ball plugging literal buckets of cum inside their mate. It’s why Soap didn’t want them to know about his wolf side, but he greatly underestimates his partners and how much they love him.

It takes only a month of knowing this, with a vacation of three days, for Soap to impregnate three of his partners. Only two of them choose to keep the babies, but even with his non-pregnant he is impossible gentle. He doesn’t let anybody near, only trusted medics, and is contacting his only remaining family about the news of two, possibly three, new wolf pups coming into the world.

After six years, Soap manages to make himself eleven new wolves, single handedly raising the wolf population to no longer be endangered.

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CW: blood play, masochism

Soap and Ghost have a dangerous kinks. They are both a unique kind of fucked up and depraved, desiring things that would put them right past the prison bars and into the execution room. But one misconception with the two lovers is that they are messy. Rushed fucking with enough vigilance to leave them bruised and sore for weeks, cruel words adding to the shameful flame that is their coupling.

People forget that Ghost is organised. He’s damn near obsessive with it, needing things to be a certain way like his knife collection or the shape of his mask. So, when it comes to marking and pleasuring his lover, things need to be a certain way.

The rope markings and occasional burns on Soaps body will be mirror images and if they aren’t, they will go again and again until it’s perfect.

If he’s choked with Ghosts left hand, the next time he must be chocked with the right, which he will keep track of with a single bite mark on the corresponding side of Soap’s neck.

The biggest thing for Ghost is keeping count, so when he learns of how much his lover loves to be bleed, he comes up with the idea to count how many orgasms he gives his lover by marking it into his body. Not a single quickie goes by without soap cutting a clean, straight line of a certain depth into Soap’s skin. Within a month of being together he has forty tallies on his thighs, even in number.

But most of all, the aftercare. Ghost must follow his routine of cleaning Soap up of cum, attending his wounds, massaging his muscles, force Soap to drink some water, then kissing his baby for a minimum of ten seconds. Even a quickie requires these things, though the longer time he can spend on it the better for Ghost to settle. If they have time, they’ll watch one of Soap’s favourite movies while Ghost admires the old scarring of his name in Soaps stomach.

By the end of the year Soap has over two hundred little cuts in his body.

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Werewolf Soap who has Littermate Syndrome with his human friend Gaz

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CW: nsfw kind of, past sa mention, crude words

Soap wants to be degraded. He loves being called vile names and humiliated, adores the mean growl of an angry man telling him his place. He loves sex, almost as much as he loves his job, but when that sweet degrading is added? Nothing can compare. It sets his skin on fire and makes his cock burn with heat, body thrumming with pure pleasure. Being a whore is Soap’s favourite thing, just there to be used and mocked by his partner.

Ghost hates it.

Ghost can’t hear the word ‘who’re’ or ‘bitch’ and not feel his skin crawl. He can’t even think of degrading someone he cares about outside of criticism or banter.

He tells Soap this and the other accepts it easily, only somewhat bad at hiding his disappointment. It’s clear he’s upset at not getting what he wants, but it’s even more obvious how much he loves Ghost and how far he’s willing to go to make his partner happy. That much is obvious by the fact that Ghost only told him he wasn’t comfortable with degrading him or causing him humiliation, never actually giving a reason why.

After that he feels guilty and tries to give Soap what he wants, but the other shuts him down instantly upon seeing the glaze in Ghost eyes that is just a step before tears.

Soap holds his lover throughout his breakdown, listening to him explain how his father forced him into prostitutes, made him sleep them and beat them, held him at hun point so he would witness the poor women just trying to get by choke to death on their spit and vomit.

Soap praises his lover for how brave he’s been, for being honest and opening up. Doing so, he finds himself preferring praising Ghost over Ghost degrading him.

Though he’s not surprised that Ghost could give him something so beautiful.

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Soap is alright with Gaz making fun of him for his puppy like behaviour. He’s okay with Price calling him a mutt when he gets dirty paw prints all over the base hallways. He’s more than happy to obey when Ghsot whistles at him to sit or lay or move. Soap knows that werewolves are, at heart, dogs. They play, they chew up couches, they whine and argue with yippy barks, they make a mess with their thick fur and drool in their sleep. Try as he might to hate it, Soap knows that it’s natural for him to want to chase the large blue ball Gaz rolls down the hall way. He doesn’t care that he once broke his tail from wagging it so hard when he stole Price’s hat and made the older man chase him around the base.

But then….

It was a simple mission, something they had all done a hundred times over. Only this time, Soap was without his captain and his fellow Sargent and his collar felt too lose without Ghost pulling it around. Soap was fine with that, until he found himself working with a Lieutenant Manes. The man was alright, a good leader and quick thinker, but even upon meeting him Soap had a bad feeling.

The man didn’t tug at his collar like Ghost did, instead he pulled at Soap’s chin hair and growled at him to “stay the fuck down you overgrown dog”. He let out loud whistles and expected Soap to know what they meant, pushing him down by his snout when he hesitated as he tried to get a grasp on what he was asking. Manes threw a Grenade at some point and pinched Soaps ear, “that’s a grenade, mutt. Not a fucking toy, don’t chance it.” Soap had wanted to snap back that he was a demolition expert and knew the dangers of a grenade better than Manes, but as he realised the man was mocking him for a dogs love of playing fetch…

Soap came home from the mission and instantly Price was taking him out back and letting him shift into his smaller form, cupping his maw and patting his ears. Apparently another member of the 141, a goddamn rookie, had sent word to Price on the way back from the mission of how Manes had been treating their star wolf. Price let him sleep in his office that night, curled up at his feet while Gaz brushed his fur.

He didn’t ask where Ghost was, already knowing the answer.

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Soap whose family had a wood carving business. He’s learnt how to work with all kinds of wood and even some metal work, but challenges himself after meeting Ghost to try bone work. It takes him several months and he has a dozen failed pieces of work and other small test pieces, but he finally manages to make what he’s been aiming for.

Knowing Ghost, he doesn’t give him the gift in person as the man will only feel vulnerable and freak out and shove the gift back and make some quip about Soap going soft. So, he sneaks into his Lt’s room (a testament to his own lack of self preservation) and leaves the gift on his rickety cot.

Soap genuinely squeals the next day when he sees Ghost wearing the pure bone skull mask.

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Soap is gone.

His voice, his laugh, his jokes, all gone. His bright blue eyes don’t shine or cry, don’t look at people with love and pride. His warm hands don’t pick anyone up from the ground, don’t help put broken men back together or craft weapons of destruction. There is no obnoxious cackling down the hallways, not challenges being thrown by the teasing scot.

There’s only silence.

They all know that technically, by law of government and science, he’s still there. He’s sitting in an old home in Scotland with his Ma and Pa and sisters caring for him. Soap hasn’t physically left them, but his mind has. He sits and stares and does nothing. Doesn’t speak, feel, see, hear…

Doesn’t love.

Maybe if they had questioned their intel or brought more men he wouldn’t have been taken.

Maybe if Ghost hadn’t trusted himself to bring him home he wouldn’t have been hurt.

Maybe if Gaz had been on his left instead of his right he would have less scars.

Maybe if Price had been a better captain, had been more stern and observant, had gotten his men out at the first sign of danger…

Maybe if war wasn’t real and pain was just a myth, with love and laughter being king, Soap would be there.

Maybe…

Maybe.