#roach.hcs

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soap who has to really fucking concentrate on speaking clear when first starting off in the army, having to put extra distinction on his accent because he was tired of having to repeat specific sentences or being mocked for how he pronounces common words. People can still hear the underlying glaswegian in his accent, but with how well he speaks, it doesn’t cause confusion.

it’s not until two months after ghost & soap begin working together as a team that simon hears the heavy accent slipping, the weegie slang that johnny tries to mask breaking through and it’s the hottest fucking thing ghost’s seen or heard.

soap’s words are as sharp as knife as he squares up to some poor bugger who caught the sergeant on an off day, several drinks in and no giving a fuck, and ghost just watches. doesn’t interfere just yet. wants to see this side of the soldier longer.

“ah’ll kick your fuckin’ cunt in—aye, ah swear tae fuck—‘mon then!”

simon steps in before the situation gets worse, having to drag soap away while he still yells, accent on full fucking blast, his anger vicious and quick, but simmers when a gloved hand is pressing against the back of his neck, the cool air from outside sobering his thoughts and johnny feels like a massive fucking dick.

“am sorry for back there, nae excuse for that.”

simon smirks, glancing at the scotsman.

“it’s nice to finally meet you, mactavish.”

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soap who thinks ghost will be a silent breathy type when in the bedroom and when he finally finds himself tumbling roughly down to the mattress, he’s finding out very fucking quickly that simon is a beast in bed.

soap hearing some of the filthiest dirty talk come from ghosts lips, the loud heavy grunts, the moans that only become louder in pitch the closer the lieutenant is to climaxing, johnny learning the cues of when he’s doing a good fucking job from how simon sounds, always getting more aggressive with his grunts and strained moans, growling when he begins to pound soap harder and more animalistic, panting like a fucking dog

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ghost coming home from a long stretch, tiredly slumping through the front door, bag being dumped in the hall while he kicks off his boots and shucks out of his jacket, mask and gloves slipping off, finally being able to breathe for the first time in god knows what. he pisses quickly and washes his face, scrubbing some of the grime from his skin before he’s stripping out of the rest of his clothes, leaving the dirty pile on the floor, too tired to pick them up or to shower.

simon wandering towards the bedroom naked, already guessing what he’s going to find. and he was right. with the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed, soap is sprawled out naked on his front, one leg bent over a pillow between his thigh and the mattress, the other twisted awkwardly but pointed straight. one arm is bent and tucked under his head and the other is spread across the rest of the bed.

it’s a sight ghost still—even after several months of living together—can’t get his head around and he stands for a moment, taking in the view of the sleeping scotsman, listening to the soft exhales of his breaths, noticing the shine of drool at the corner of his lip, the flutter of thick brown lashes in deep sleep and simon feels like one lucky bastard.

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ghost trying to be subtle @ soap

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okay but soap standing on a mine or some shit

Roach: don’t shift your weight

Soap: well aye mr fucking obvious

Ghost: soap stay still and stop moving

Soap: and you need tae shut the fuck up anaw ya spooky cunt

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the way soap has to tell ghost every little detail while in the alone mission reminds me of when a child shows you their art because they want you to be proud and praising

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soap being around ghost so often that over time when his denim jeans start to fade, there’s a nice lil patch on the crotch area of soap’s trousers showing the worn faded marks it’s left from his cock being constantly hard near the lieutenant

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i know there’s so many headcanons already for soap’s backstory, his family, how he joined the army and such, but god yall have no idea how much i adore the idea of soap coming from a very poverty stricken background.

soap who was born to parents too young, grew up under a stressful household with ratty clothing, charity shop finds and stuff handed down from his his maw’s side of the family. soap who grew up in shit schemes, hung around with the young team, was a wee delinquent & tea leaf. when he finally gets to 16, he joins the army in the hopes of trying to get himself & his parents out of poverty, knowing that other relatives did the same and done no bad for themselves. soap who sends money home to help, who never forgets where he came from and the sacrifices his mum did to keep a roof over his head and his stomach filled.

soap coming from a poor scottish background is something so realistic to me and the experiences i saw growing up. man don’t talk to me.