This post is heavily inspired by a comic by @/lanialania00, which you can find at the end.
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x John Soap MacTavish
Tags: Punk!Soap, FreakedOut!Ghost, Ghoap, Short idea I couldn't get out of my head. Mentions of addiction, drugs and cigarettes.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so if you spot any grammar crimes... pretend you didn’t. Or gently arrest me with corrections. I accept both.
Ghoap, who arrived soaking wet at Soap’s flat after their date and went straight to take a warm shower.
Soap, who told Ghost he could look in his closet for clothes that might fit while he made a hot drink.
Ghost, who found a stack of punk band t-shirts that looked like they belonged to a defiant teenager—but there were too many to be left there by accident.
Ghost, who kept looking around out of curiosity and found a black box filled with studded chokers, band pins, leather bracelets, and chains. Straight out of Punk Fashion.
And Soap, who caught him in the act, standing in the doorway with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands, laughing as he admitted his punk phase.
Soap, who said he’s nowhere near as involved in the punk world as he used to be before enlisting.
Soap, who used to hang out with all sorts: anarchists shouting against the system, graffiti artists and musicians, troublemakers and addicts.
Soap, who was always at gigs and protests and tried cigars, joints, and drugs.
But he left it all behind. Except the music, because he will always be chaotic.
Ghost, who is never shocked by anything, feeling a pang of painful memories crashing back live waves at the mention of drugs.
Ghost, who saw what that bullshit can do to people—how much it can destroy you and everyone around you.
Ghost, who survived his alcoholic and addict father only to end up in the hell of trying to pull his brother Tommy out of drugs for years, being disappointed over and over again.
Ghost, who tries to hide how shaken he is, how quietly terrified he is at the thought that Soap—someone he trusts and shares a bed with almost every night—could go back to that.
And he just can’t drag another fucking addict out of that hellhole. Not again.
But Soap notices and he isn’t joking anymore. He knows his past didn’t sit well with Ghost, but doesn’t know the extend of it.
Soap, who’s afraid Ghost sees him differently, so he tries to convince him that he's moved on.
His fingers brush against Ghost's hand, still warm from holding the mugs.
He's changed quite a lot. He's not a teenager finding out about the world and getting smokes from strangers at gigs anymore. And he wants Ghost to see it.
He talks and talks and they end up in bed, drinking hot chocolate in the rainy night.
Ghost allows himself to listen—without comparisons, without assumptions. He allows himself to trust Soap, as he always has.
And Soap, who talks about what being punk truly is, and says it's about more than just leather, combat boots, gigs and smoke.
It's much more than shouting at the system and flipping the bird to the police at protests.
It’s about freedom. Self-expression. Fighting with everything you’ve got—never giving up, never conforming.
It’s all about people and justice. About being loud and unapologetically you.
And Soap's heart will always be loud and unapologetic.
In the end, Ghost is cool with that. Because that's the heart he fell for.
💬 3 🔁 109 ❤️ 1457 · For those who asked for more punk Soap, here it is. I don't know why it ended up like this, but I hope you enjoy it.
