#ghoap implied

[ohclaire]

Soap who is just so good at what he does and so friendly, always bonding with whatever team they have to partner with, that people keep trying to steal him.

First it was Alejandro.

Their brief stint in Mexico to catch Hassan hadn’t gone exactly to plan, and Ghost had been white-knuckling through it all. All business in an unknown territory. Soap was similarly cautious, but couldn’t refrain from his normal patting acknowledgments and inquiries into people’s families.

Alejandro and Rudy got attached quick. To top it off, the way Soap easily cleared the houses and followed orders so well really made them think he could fit in well with Los Vaqueros.

So…right before they split up, Alejandro offered.

“You know, hermano…if you ever get sick of el capitan, you’d have a place with us.” He shakes his hand firmly.

Soap smiles and gives a little laugh, ready to reply and thank Alejandro.

“No.” Ghost interjects first, gruffly refusing.

Ghost likes Alejandro. And yeah, Soap fit in well, but Soap fits in everywhere. Soap fits in with him.

Alejandro’s hands go up in surrender, “apologies, Ghost…didn’t know you were the territorial type.”

“Ah, he’s all bark and no bite,” (a lie) Soap tries to salvage, “I appreciate the offer, hermano. We’ll be in touch.”

It’s certainly not the last time.

Next is with the ULF. Again, Soap brings out the charm, and Alex is almost equally charming so of course they hit it off. And if Alex likes someone, chances are he can convince Farah.

So suddenly Alex is asking before they go, “Soap, man, you did great work here. I remember before I jumped ship with the CIA I felt like I could do more…if you ever felt like that, you have a place here.”

“Back off, Keller.” It’s Price this time, one hand on his vest, the other supporting his gun. He was talking to Farah, but he started to grow a sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing. He spares Alex only one glance to tell him this and goes back to his conversation.

They shake hands, patting each other’s backs, “sorry, you heard the boss.” Soap shrugs.

It’s too familiar now. Everytime they work with someone new, and they start with the whole, “you knoowwww Soap…” the team is quick with the resounding “don’t even think about it.”

[csmaverick00]

Dating an SAS soldier hadn’t been the best for you. You had met John MacTavish on some dating app. He had been a good lay, but he was never home. When he was and wanted to spend time with you, it was always at your flat. Sometimes he would stay the night, other times, you’d wake up to him getting out of bed while on the phone and trying not to wake you.

And, you had grown tired of it. You broke up with him the next time he did it. It was tiring to always have to worry if he was coming home, and you moved on. Met a nice person who understood your wants better. You and John had stayed friends.

Until that day.

You were at work, typing a report that was due by the end of the next day when your personal phone started ringing. It was a number you didn’t recognise, but you answered anyway. You were your partner’s first emergency contact.

“Is this Y/N?” A gruff British voice asked. He sounded like a Londoner.

“This is,” you replied.

“This is Captain John Price,” he says. “You were listed as John MacTavish’s emergency contact.”

“We broke up months ago,” you replied. “What’s this about?”

“Unfortunately I am still obligated to notify you,” he sounded… upset? “Today, on the twenty-first of November he was killed in action by a Russian terrorist.”

“What?” you asked. While you didn’t really like him as a boyfriend, he was still a good friend. “No that’s impossible…”

“It is,” his voice wobbled a bit. “Technically I shouldn’t tell you this but he died protecting me.”

A sob tore its way out of your throat.

John hadn’t been too close with his family after joining the army. They hated that and disowned him when he came out as bisexual.

“Keep his ashes,” you said as your voice wobbled. “I’m sure you know that his family disowned him.”

“Alright,” he says, and with that, he hung up.

The report was forgotten. You got up and went to the bathroom. The man you had dated for a year and had been friends with after was dead. Just like that. No fanfare. You knew he had loved his team like family. And he had told you he had a boyfriend. His future had been snuffed out protecting the man he had in his phone as dad.

You pulled your phone out and texted the number of his former captain an address. He had always said if he got married he wanted it to be there. Only fitting they spread his ashes there.. right?

[csmaverick00]

Ikaros Academy Prologue:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78958671/chapters/207106906

TW SUICIDE, GROOMING

If you figure out who is who I’ll post the character designs

16-year-old found dead at Ikaros Academy!

On Monday, April 5th, a call went out to 999 from the prodigious Ikaros Academy involving a student. To protect his privacy we will not share his name. He was being groomed by an unknown man, and late Sunday night, he climbed to the top of the bell tower and jumped.

Many students and faculty were shocked when they found him. Many knew him and said that he was a good student. They struggled to identify him due to the severity of his head injury.

His time of death was estimated to be about midnight. Police do not believe foul play was involved. We will update when more comes out.

He was tired of all of the pitying looks. Yes he had kissed the dead kid. Yes he had befriended the dead kid. Yes he had only known him for about 7 months. He had loved the dead kid.

People he barely knew looked at him as if he was fragile. Teachers asked if he wanted to talk. The only one who didn’t let his service dog go sit at his feet during his lesson.

He was tired of it. Yes his best friend, boyfriend, situationship, or whatever they had killed himself. But he knew that it wasn’t his fault like some kids had said. He was tired of being blamed for it.

He had grown up in a very conservative area. He didn’t know how to express that he was gay. And deep down, part of him blamed himself for his death.