#ler!soap

[switch-witch-erin]

The only moment Soap got to catch his bf off guard - straight after a successful operation. Also Ghost was so confused by what’s happening he couldn’t even push Johnny away, he was just staring into space and making weird noises (which assumably were laughter)

[randommusicalfluff]

can you do Lee!microphone and ler!Soap?

OF COURSEEEE!!! I love these two a lot :]

[flvffyblossompetalz]

Some EXTREMELY old tkl art good golly... I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS WAS (probably wayyy over) A YEAR AGO

[theswitchyblee]

Big Scary Lieutenant, Huh?

It was a rainy day, being kind of bummed after the long, draining mission. Soap was severely disappointed that they missed Makarov. Ghost was also annoyed, but didn’t show it. 

Soap decided to talk Ghost into a sparring match, since they both needed to work off adrenaline. As they were sparring, Soap grabbed Ghost’s sides, ready to throw him, but Ghost had a weird reaction; he tensed up and let out an odd, almost strangled gasp. 

It's almost like he sucked the air out of the room. This made Soap pause. ”What was that?” he questioned with curiosity dripping from his voice. Ghost replied with an instant “N-Nothing!” his voice was slightly higher and more embarrassed sounding, which was interesting for Ghost to sound like that. 

He was always good at masking his true feelings. Why was this different? Soap reached out, squeezing Ghost’s side, making Ghost nearly jump out of his skin. Soap slowly started putting the pieces together. “Are you ticklish?” Soap inquired curiously. This was a secret Ghost had hidden for years. “No! Don’t be ridiculous!” He rushed out the sentence so fast that his British accent slurred slightly.

 Soap grew this devilish grin as he roughly tackled Ghost to the ground. That made Ghost land with a loud grunt and a thump on the training mat. Soap’s immediately squeezing his large hands under Ghost’s gear. ”Ready, LT?” Soap didn’t ACTUALLY care if he was ready, so he began squishing, pinching, and scratching just below Ghost’s ribs.

 At the start, Ghost held firm, trying not to break, but he snapped into a gruff bark of laughter once Soap was nearing his hips, he teased, “OOOO! Just WAIT until I tell the others about this!” Which is when Ghost began to genuinely panic, and he pleaded through his cackling “PLEHEHEHEHEEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHO THEY’LL KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEEEEEEEEEE!” 

Soap chuckled at the sight of his terrifying Lieutenant wheezing and BEGGING under him; it inflated his ego way too much. “Fine! But you bet your ass I’m taking advantage of this! Tickle tickle!~” Soap spoke through a thick Scottish accent and a mischievous smirk as he squeezed his sides, making Ghost slam his fists into the ground.

Ghost begged through tears of laughter for mercy after a couple of minutes, which is when Soap finally yielded. After Ghost caught his breath, he began to slowly realize that he found the tickling weirdly comforting. It reminds him of when he was just a little kid.

Legend has it, he occasionally goes to Soap and quietly requests more, to which Soap always provides. Soap was honored to be able to have this much trust from Ghost.

[666-anxiety-666]

Hiiii not sure if ur still in the cod community but if ur still taking request do you think you could do a soap x reader fic about soap giving the reader cheer up tickles after a long mission to help them calm down or like (idk of yk this prompt) but the one where they use wash off paints and paint Lil flowers and drawings on the lees tickle spots -😺

HELL YEAH COD‼️

My little flower

Soap x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/N LER: soap

Warnings: none :)

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You groaned as you lay down on your bed. After the day you've had. You felt like you could cry. Everything just seemed to not go your way at all.

You fucked up in training multiple times, you dropped your lunch, you tripped while walking down the hall. The list went on. So by the time the day ended, everyone could sense your irritability.

You sighed as you looked uo at the ceiling. Mumbling and grumbling under your breath. Every little thing was pissing you off now.

But the one thing you couldn't be pissed at was when you saw your boyfriend, soap, enter your shared room. You sighed. But you didn't look at him.

"Ay love, you alright..?"

Soap asked as he closed the door behind him, setting his bag down. He could see how upset you were. A frown etched on your face.

"I know it been one of those day, aye?"

You just nodded your head. You finally glanced at him. He smiled at you as he sat down next to you on the bed. You smiled back weakly.

"How bout we cheer ye up, aye?"

You raised an eyebrow as he reached into his bag. Pulling out a paintbrush. You were confused. Why did soap have that out now? He only ever used it for painting...

"Lie down, I've got an idea..."

You blinked a few times, still very clearly confused. But you lay down anyway. Soap sits on your hips, paintbrushes in hand. You open your mouth to ask what he's doing, but he speaks first.

"We're gonna play a wee game..."

Soap lifts your shirt, making you blush slightly. You instinctively reach to pull it back down, but he takes your wrists gently.

"Ah, ah... trust me, love, it will be fun."

You hesitate for a moment before sighing and playing your hands at your sides. Soap takes one of his paintbrushes.

"I want you to guess what I'm drawing, alright?"

You slowly nod, still very confused by all this. Soap brings the paint brush down onto your tummy and starts to draw something.

You flinched at the touch. Drawing in breath at the feeling. What on earth was he doing? You had to fight the urge to defend your stomach with your hands. But you didn't.

The more it went on, the more giggles you felt bubble up in your throat. You tried to cover your mouth. But the ticklish feeling just got more and more sensitive.

"What's wrong, darlin'?"

Soap asked with a grin. You glare up at him. You didn't want to speak, knowing giggles would just pour out of your mouth. But when the brush trailed iver your belly button. You lost it.

You let out a squeak. Your hands instantly grip soap's wrists. You troed your best not to squirm, but it was hard. Very hard.

"Aw... feeling all giggly, love?"

Soap teased. Your face was already burning, and soap's teasing didn't help at all.

"Come on. Just let ot all out..."

Despite your wiggling and giggles. Soap's voice sounded soothing.

That was. Until the paintbrush was tossed aside, and Soap's hands came down on your stomach.

You squealed loudly. Taken quite of guard by the sudden change. You thrashed and laughed loudly. Kicking your legs as soap's fingers vibrated on your stomach.

No matter how much you squirmed and kicked. Soap wouldn't let up.

"See? Your starting to feel better already!"

Soap smirked. You somehow managed to glare up at him through your thrashes and squeals.

Eventually, soap had to take mercy on you at some point. So he finally backed off when he saw tears of laughter in your eyes.

You panted. Your face burning as you gulped in air. Soap remained on top of you.

"Feeling better, darlin'?"

He asked softly. You weakly nodded, finally calmed down after a moment. Soap got off of you. Laying next to you before pulling you close.

"Rest now, my little flower..."

Soap mumbled into your ear. And it didn't take long for exhaustion to take over you. Falling asleep in soap's comforting arms.

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Yippee!

[masked-switch]

Imagine tickling the likes of Johnny. Like yes, this cheerful little goober, busying himself with thinking of awesome explosions, would be ticklish. Imagine sneaking up on him and starting to tickle him from behind while this silly little man whips around, trying to catch your hands but failing. The cute big grin on his face once he realises he has another buddy to play around with. He can be merciless, but with his loved ones? Silliest man around!

Although I think he'd let you restrain him if you asked him to, you would need to tie him up a little if you want free reign over his body. Otherwise he's always going to tickle you back. He's not the type to curl up either when you get him good, he's the type to fight back and try to get you to submit instead! Even if you squeeze his knees, it will never be enough. This is a friendly competition he intends to win! Tickle him all you want, this guy will do his darndest to overpower you. He's gonna use his hands, his mouth and his stubble to win, so he's not above playing unfair either!

But please do start a tickle fight with him here and there, he needs the enrichment! Blow a raspberry on his side, he's going to lose it and start clawing at you. He may be a worthy and fun opponent, but it's not impossible to take him down. You know the inner thighs? Or behind the thighs? Yeah, he may be a kicker, but that doesn't mean he won't give up eventually if he can't reach you anymore. But he fucking loves the time he gets to spend like this! In fact, he often irritates the people around him by starting tickle wars. Kyle is his favorite victim.

But beware! Once you're both tuckered out, Johnny is the type of person to cuddle you, no matter where you are! You're on the floor in the social room? Well, get cuddled, idiot!!

[batfeatherrs]

Omg! You like call of duty too! This fandom needs more tickles I swear 😭

Was just wondering if I could request a fic with task force 141? If not that's completely okay! :]

Hope you have fun making content 🫶💙

i will absolutely write for the task force they’re my sillies ever <3 since you didn’t have any specific requests i just made something up but i hope you enjoy!

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⠀🦇 ⠀|⠀TEAM DEBRIEF

characters: lee!Ghost, ler!Soap, ler!Gaz, implied ler!Price

summary: Ghost is having a hard time paying attention to the debrief. unfortunately, Soap catches on.

Ghost is usually very attentive during mission discussions and debriefs. He’s one of the only soldiers that regularly pays proper attention, no matter how exhausted or disinterested he is.

But, for some reason, he just can’t focus.

Ghost shifts slightly in his seat, letting out a faint sigh. He’s trying, really, he is: but no matter how hard he stares at Price’s face he just can’t bring himself to hear the words he’s saying. It feels like his head is made of clouds.

Beside him, sitting in the chair to his left, Soap notices the subtle wiggle and raises an eyebrow. Ghost never fidgets during debriefs, never. Soap shifts his attention from the thread he’s pulling at on his vest to the other soldier, and it doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s not a hundred percent present in the room. Ghost is tapping his fingertips very gently against the table, and as he shifts he leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out.

Gaz notices too, seeing Ghost shift in his peripheral. He glances at him briefly, taking a mental note, and a faint smirk crawls across his lips before he looks back to the Captain.

It’s kind of amusing, watching him try to be inconspicuous about his boredom.

Ghost is almost entirely zoned out, his eyes slightly glassy and focused on Price, when a nudge against his ribs makes him nearly jump out of his skin. It’s so sudden that Price stops mid-word and stares at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright then, Simon?” He asks, his voice warm with a hint of curiosity.

Ghost nods, shifting a bit. “Yeah, sir,” he mumbles, nodding to Price. “Just had an itch.”

Price raises his eyebrows. He isn’t fully convinced by Ghost’s excuse, but he lets it slide for the moment and returns to his debrief. The moment Price’s attention leaves him Ghost shoots a heavy glare at Soap, whose hand is hovering in the space between their chairs. Soap only grins back at him, mischief dancing in his eyes.

That can’t be good.

Ghost tries to ignore it, but he can see Soap’s hand out of his peripherals. Soap’s fingertips twitch, and after a second he wriggles his fingers teasingly next to Ghost’s side. Ghost feels an embarrassing warmth rise to his cheeks and he turns his head away to put Soap out of his line of sight, suddenly very grateful for his mask.

Soap isn’t about to let it go, though. If Ghost is bored, he won’t be for long.

After a moment’s hesitation Ghost feels a set of fingers settle on his side and he twitches, his heart leaping into his throat. He tilts his head to glare at Soap again, but the teasing grin on his teammate’s face is enough to make his face burn and he turns away again.

Soap doesn’t heed his warnings. Ghost flinches again as he feels Soap’s fingertips press into his side lightly, into the exposed soft spot below the strap of his tactical vest. He bites his lip and inhales sharply, his back arching slightly away from the touch. God, he’s going to kill Soap after this debrief.

Soap’s fingertips trail up his side, agonizingly slowly, and Ghost’s heart flutters. A smile curls at the edges of his lips and he ducks his head slightly, curling his hands into fists on the table. Spurred on by the response, Soap’s hand begins to explore, creeping down his side towards his hip and prodding into the soft skin there. Ghost nearly chokes, wanting to slam his head into the table.

By now, Gaz has noticed the shenanigans occurring across the table. He grins, much less subtly than Soap, glancing at the Scotsman briefly. They make eye contact and before Ghost can say anything Gaz shifts and he feels his leg hook around his. Panic leaps into his throat as Gaz reaches down, his hand creeping from Ghost’s shin up to his knee, curling around it to trace gentle circles behind his knee. Ghost’s leg jerks, nearly smacking his knee against the underside of the table.

Christ, Ghost can’t keep this up for long. He can feel the warm static of giggles burning in his chest, threatening to spill up his throat and out from his lips. He’s about to raise a hand and excuse himself from the debrief for a minute when Soap’s hand creeps around his side and lands on his lower back, just above the waistline of his pants.

“Ack-!” Ghost lets out a surprisingly high-pitched squawk of laughter, jolting upright and hitting his knee against the underside of the table. The room falls silent, Price’s voice tapering off, and Ghost suddenly feels three sets of eyes on his face.

“Something funny, Simon?” Price asks, raising an eyebrow. He’s trying to sound serious, but Ghost can see the look of amusement and fondness in his face and he’s suddenly pretty sure Price has known all along.

Ghost swallows, Soap’s hand pressed against his back unmoving making him rather nervous. “Sir- HAHaha!”

Gaz’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, a few inches above his knee. His leg jerks again and he drops his head to the table, clasping a hand over his mouth and burying his head in his arm. He hears Gaz chuckle, but before he can tell him to fuck himself Price leans over the table with a smile on his face.

Price’s eyes narrow with amusement. “I think I just heard a giggle,” he says, his voice low and dripping with teasing. “Is that right, Lieutenant?”

Ghost doesn’t get the chance to reply. Soap’s fingertips start moving again, scratching lightly at the middle of his lower back, and Gaz wiggles a finger lightly against the inside of Ghost’s thigh. Ghost jolts and a splutter of giggles escape his lips, slightly muffled by his hand. He hears Soap coo, and Gaz leans over the table towards him.

“Come on now, Si,” he purrs, his voice warm and smooth. “Let’s hear that pretty laugh, huh?”

“Would you shut up- snRKHAHahAha!” The moment Ghost opens his mouth Soap’s fingertips dig into his back, eliciting a burst of laughter from the soldier. He arches his back, trying to squirm away from Soap and nearly falling out of his chair in the process. The others laugh, and Ghost feels his cheeks burn. “FuhUhuck- stahAHAP!”

After a few seconds Price lifts a hand, and Soap and Gaz freeze.

“Alright, enough,” he says, surprisingly warmly considering the interruption. “We can finish this debrief tonight.”

Price glances at Ghost, who’s blushing furiously behind his mask, and smirks. “I think we need some time to regroup.”

Hesitantly Soap withdraws his hand, and Gaz lets Ghost’s leg drop with a dramatic huff. Ghost doesn’t even move: he just buries his head in his arms, his shoulders twitching with leftover giggles as he tries to catch his breath.

Price looks at Ghost with a warm smile. “Alright, Simon?”

After a second, Ghost mumbles a reply.

“Mmhm.”

[switch-witch-erin]

hello hello! fluffyficsanddreams here 😋 i can’t leave an ask with my tkl blog, so i have to use my main one, but that’s okay!

i just have one question (though it is kind of silly lol)… in a tickle fight, Soap vs Ghost, who do you think would win and why? 😚

Heya!! For the record, before I finished reading your ask, I thought about contacting you to clarify whether it’s okay that it’s your main acc x) 💖

Now, thanks for asking! Boy I enjoyed pondering it:

Oooof that’s a tough one. It depends entirely on the circumstances, these two are competitive as hell, but in a camaraderie-esque fashion.

Soap is ticklish everywhere and is ticklish as hell in general, the most ridiculous I-can’t-take-spine-pokes kind of ticklish, but at the same time his endurance is ungodly. He’ll be laughing his ass off, squirming, writhing, blushing, snorting, cursing (his accent getting thicker the longer he’s tickled), but he can take it for quite a long while like a true soldier. He also doesn’t mind getting tickled as long as the person doing it is someone he tolerates, not necessarily trusts, tolerates. If Alejandro would give his side a few generous prods, he wouldn’t even attempt hiding his reactions, and definitely would poke him back. Same thing with Rodolfo. Gaz would get a proper revenge from him if the time is right, that cocky Scottish bastard is always up for a tussle

While Ghost is… different. If he’s tickled by someone other than his beloved Johnny boy, be it a nurse during a checkup, or Gaz in a friendly banter, the sensation doesn’t register, so he basically feels nothing, just the touch itself. That counts for other people’s presence in general — Johnny is the only one who makes his body relax as if by command, so if there’s someone else in the room and Johnny tries tickling Ghost, he’d just look at his man, unimpressed, with a mix of disbelief and confusion on his face. Something along the lines of “seriously? you’re being that carefree? you know the rules, what do you think you’re doing?”. Even if Ghost can’t see the other person or is unaware of their presence, he still somehow feels that they’re there, so in this particular scenario he wouldn’t react to tickling at all.

In addition, he’s only ticklish on his thighs, armpits, feet, and his neck a little, mostly when it comes to Johnny’s kisses. Though he doesn’t like getting his feet tickled at all, so Johnny avoids this spot, only occasionally giving it a few pokes to ragebait his fine lad. It is kinda possible to get him on his midriff, but only a little bit, and usually by blowing raspberries there, a nice mix of warm lips, the vibrations, and tiny prickles of Johnny’s stubble. It would earn Soap a chuckle or a few proper laughs if he’s lucky, but that’s about it. Though sometimes it’s hard to say whether Simon laughs from the tickling or from how ridiculous it all is.

While on the other spots — Ghost cannot take getting tickled at all. Pain is easy since it’s a regular body reaction, aiming to indicate that something’s off, not to mention that he’s so used to it, breaking a leg feels like a minor inconvenience at this point. And tickling is an alert system screaming YOU’RE GETTING TOUCHED DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW which is basically impossible to ignore, especially when it’s intense. And oh boy Johnny knows where it’s intense.

They always end up in tickling tussles where Johnny is a cackling mess, and Simon is a huffing, grunting man with a look on his face like he just downed an entire lemon in one go (don’t worry, he’s having fun, he just looks like that). He’s good at defending himself, naturally, but he always has to hold back so his military reflexes don’t kick in, and he doesn’t actually hurt his babygirl (there were a few accidents), and Johnny wouldn’t be Johnny if he didn’t take advantages of this. His only hope of winning is to get Simon’s ticklish spots and not end up in some tickly version of a grappling technique himself. If he’s captured, he’s doomed, Ghost doesn’t hold back when it comes to teaching Soap a lesson, so he’d gladly tickle him for twenty minutes in a row, enjoying his laughter and pleas for mercy like some fine bourbon. It’s all for shits and giggles, of course, he would never actually cross Johnny’s boundaries. Not to mention that there’s always something boyish and goofy about their tickle fights, as it genuinely looks like not two grown ass men with serious occupations, but a couple of kids are fooling around, taunting each other, making bets, mocking, boasting, gloating… all while knocking down every single item around them.

Unlike Johnny, Ghost can only take tickles for several minutes before tapping out, so if Johnny manages to get, for instance, his armpits, and stay there for a while, Simon turns into a guffawing mess. His face flushes easily, and he starts kicking like mad, eyes watering from laughter so much that he actually got his man worried once or twice. Or thrice. Or every single time it happens, because tears start straight up rolling down his face one by one, and the poor Brit can’t do a thing about it, too busy laughing his heart out, making Johnny absolutely melt at the sight. He’d coo at Simon, teasing him in an affectionate, friendly manner, using their ranks, while going all out on the poor guy, tickling him like his life depends on it.

Now, to answer your question more directly:

Johnny offered to give Simon’s back a massage and sat down on top of him? Simon lost.

Johnny refused the morning cuddles on their day off and rolled onto his side, his back facing Simon? Johnny lost.

Scotland playing against England in literally any competition? Their battle will be legendary.

The list goes on and on, and in the end the winner is both of them since they’re having a good ol’ time together ✨