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[sstormyskyess]

yeah

[sstormyskyess]

y'know. i was thinking about the most recent season of mw3 and the fact that it's soap (something i'm not complaining about btw, he's fine as fuck)

it's interesting to me that the previous three seasons had price and ghost as the promo characters and then... makarov? for some reason? so once again we have the COD devs using all of the members of 141 in promos...

except for gaz. they used makarov before gaz.

they used the main villain of mw3 before the main protagonist (their words btw!) of the entire reboot mw series

there's literally no explanation for this other than racism/racial bias and i won't be taking any critiques at this time or any time from here on

[sstormyskyess]

uhh thinking about robot!ghost

Your profession was a rare one in the British SAS. There was a stark lack of automaton soldiers, due to the stigmatization that surrounded the group, and a majority of the ones that made their way into the ranks knew how to manage their own circuits. But for the ones that didn’t, that’s where you come in.

As an advanced automaton mechanic, you’re highly proficient in the field of robotics. Your level of skill is appreciated by the few that require your expertise, as few and far between as they may be, which is exactly the reason you’re here in a quiet little cafe waiting for your newest assignment to arrive. You were able to do some personal research about them, having been allowed some of their documents to look over.

When Station Chief Kate Laswell had gotten in contact with you, you knew that it must be serious business. You’d met her a few years prior to now and your previous CO had sung your praises up and down, but you could’ve never expected that she would even remember you, let alone call you up and request your services.

So here you are, flipping through the limited pages of your new temporary team. As far as you could tell, none of them were automatons, unless one of them was the extremely rare life-like ones that looked almost scarily similar to humans. The strangest file was the one with no picture at all. The name on the file was ‘Simon Riley,’ and his nickname was ‘Ghost.’ Kind of scary, you think.

Before you have any more time to dwell on it, the bell on the door rings and Laswell walks in. She scans the room for you and smiles once she meets your eyes. She waves as she approaches and you peek behind her to see four men, all of which you recognize from the files aside from one: the one who wore a black balaclava that covered the majority of his face excluding his eyes. Ghost, you assume.

You stand up and meet them halfway, putting on your standard business smile while she introduces you, giving your name and rank. The man you recognize as Captain Price steps forward and shakes your hand firmly with a charming smile accentuated by his mustache and beard. He goes down the line introducing the rest of his squad and once he gets to Ghost, he lets the taller man step forward.

One of his gloved hands pulls back the sleeve on his left arm, presenting the inside of his wrist to you. You’re able to see through the decals on his arm the serial number imprinted on the surface of his wrist. You recognize the number immediately, rendered speechless for only a moment as you realize just how rare his model is. You’ve never met someone like him before and to be face to face with one of the most rare specimens on the planet as you knew it had you starstruck.

You’re quickly able to snap out of it so you don’t make yourself seem like a weirdo to people you just met and pull your hands away from where they were inspecting the engraved number. Ghost stays there, looking you up and down with a scrutinizing stare. “You ever worked with my model before?” His gruff voice takes you by surprise.

“Uh, no, actually. Mostly just standard models,” You explain, fiddling with the small bag of tools attached to your hip. “It’ll be interesting to work with you, lieutenant.”

And interesting it was.

You didn’t need to fix him up often; he was decent at getting out of scuffles unharmed and when he did get hit, his casing was strong enough to ward off most artillery aimed his way. Generally, you were performing simple check-ups after being out on the field, checking for damages and scuffing out minor scrapes.

The first time you had to get intensive with your repairs was a few months into your partnership with TF-141. He’d taken a bullet to the abdomen, just barely missing one of his core processors. He came back to your office barely functioning, the LEDs that constituted his eyes dim and flickering. It was a whole night ordeal fixing him, taking apart metal plates and working with deft fingers to take out malfunctioning parts and put in specially made replacements. By the time he was fully up and running, you’d been awake for seven hours straight with no breaks. You checked him over one last time and had passed out leaning on your workbench before he booted back up.

He wakes you up with a shake to your shoulders and you groan as you sit up, feeling the muscles in your neck and shoulders tensed up. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance up at him, about to ask him what was wrong, but you’re cut off by the way his eyes peer down at you. You left his face plate on out of respect for his privacy, but now you were face to face with the naked circuits behind the sheet of metal previously covering them up.

But the reason it catches you off guard is the way they’re made up. Instead of the standard flat circuit board look an automaton’s true face had, Ghost’s face is much more… human. It’s almost organic, and if one didn’t know any better, they might assume he was just a human in a robot costume. And yet, his LED eyes still peer at you, a clear sign of his inorganic nature.

“Y’forgot to put my tag back in,” he says plainly, his voice echoing out from where his mouth would be.

Right. His tag. How did you forget that? It’s one of the most important things an automaton needs: something that keeps their identity straight when compared to other automatons. Looks like you made a great impression for your first time working on his body so intimately.

You clear your throat, looking away from his face and sliding your chair over to all your tools. You sift through everything cluttering the space and eventually find his tag, standing up to put it back in place in the junction between his neck and shoulder. All the while, his eyes were locked on you, making you squirm. Why did he always have to stare at you when you were working on him? It was starting to frustrate you, but you couldn’t focus on that when his bare face was threatening to distract you. God, you wanted to inspect him further.

He leaves when you finally get the tag back into its slot, granting you a quick ‘bye,’ before closing the door behind him. Well, if you weren’t already enamored by his one-of-a-kind model, you were certainly enamored by something else, now. Great.

idk where this one came from i just like sci-fi things i guess?

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[sstormyskyess]

thinking about single dad!soap.

“Thank you for helping me today, by the way.” Your friend says with a tired smile on her face. You smile back, swinging the tiny hand in yours back and forth. The hand belonged to your friend’s son, who you had basically claimed as your nephew with how close you and his mom were. “Of course, Sara! Any time,” you peek down at Sara's son, Beau. “It just means I get to spend time with your little man.”

It was ‘bring your parents to school’ day at Beau’s primary school and unfortunately, Sara couldn’t stay and her husband was out of town. So, she employed you to be her son’s chaperone, just to make sure that he didn’t feel left out. You were perfectly happy to take up the role. You loved Beau just as much as Sara did, so being there for the two of them when they needed was the least you could do.

Sara gave both you and Beau a hug before bidding you both farewell and letting you walk into the classroom. Your senses were immediately overtaken by the exact kind of childlike chaos you would expect from a room full of five to six year olds. There was an array of parents mingling, some catching up and some introducing themselves for the first time, all while their kids played and snacked on the chips and candy that were laid out on a long table at the back of the room.

You opted to simply let Beau take you around wherever he liked, so you spent some time trailing behind him with a soft smile on your face and watched him get along with his friends. You scanned the crowd while you followed your nephew, and one man kept catching your eye.

He seemed a tad out of place in the room of toddlers, what with his broad stature and the scar cutting through the stubble across his chin. He seemed like he’d fit better on the movie set for some stereotypical action movie as the leading man. He certainly had the ruggedly handsome look down to a tee. Of course, all of this was offset by the comparatively tiny baby strapped to his body, sleeping soundly despite all the commotion. He watched a little girl, presumably his daughter, across the room from where he leaned against the wall, his hand large over the back of the baby cuddled into his chest.

He must’ve noticed you staring because he waves and gives you a charming smile. You awkwardly wave back before turning away, your cheeks warming at the fact you got caught. Beau, thankfully, saved you any extra embarrassment that might ensue with you still standing in his line of sight by pulling you to a different part of the room.

You realized quickly that he was leading you over to the girl that man was supervising. He sat next to her on the floor where she was doodling something with a pack of markers in a bag decorated with cutesy little cats and pawprints. They started to talk about kid things while you sat in a nearby chair and started to tune it out as you had for all the other conversations he had been having for the past thirty minutes or so.

It’s a few minutes after you pull out your phone to occupy yourself when you get tapped on the shoulder. You quickly turn to see who it was and you’re met with pretty blue eyes peering down at you. “I don’t think we’ve met before, have we?” He asks, bouncing the baby in his arms a bit now that she’s woken up.

You blink, somewhat stunned by how much more handsome he was close-up, before you shake yourself out of it and nod. You give him your name and he gives you his, ‘John.’ You give him a smile, hoping it masked your nerves when he takes a seat in a chair, which is comically small compared to him. “It’s a pleasure. You’re here with Beau, aye?” He hums in understanding when you nod again to affirm his question. “What are you to him? A friend of Sara’s? Or Joseph’s?”

“I’m Sara’s friend, have been since high school. How do you know Beau?” You tilt your head to pair with your question. “He’s Abigail’s friend, they’ve had playdates and all that,” He looks past you at the girl Beau was sitting with and you assume that the little brunette was the Abigail he was referring to. He opens his mouth to start talking again, but before he can get more than a couple words out, the baby on his chest has reached a hand up to grab his face, squishing his cheeks and babbling quietly up at him.

He gently tugs the baby’s hand away, putting it back down. “And this,” he moves his face away from the next assault, “is Ashley.” You can’t help but laugh at him struggling to make his younger daughter stop pinching his face.

For the rest of the school day, you sit with John and talk with him about various things. He gushes about his two daughters, you tell him stories about your past with Sara, and eventually you land on the topic of occupations. You’re left feeling a little starstruck when he tells you that he’s serving in the British SAS; compared to your standard office job, you seemed pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things. “That’s… pretty impressive, actually.” You muse, trying not to display how in awe you were. He waves you off, shaking his head. “It’s nothing, really.” He wasn’t nearly as good at hiding the thinly veiled pride he carries, though.

The conversation continued to flow smoothly and before you knew it, it was time for everyone to head home. Most of the parents had left with their children by the time you realize you and John are some of the only people still lingering.

Abigail dashes up to John and tugs on his pant leg. “Papa, can I go to Beau’s house? Pretty please!” She looks up at him with a pair of bright hazel puppy-dog eyes. Even you wouldn’t be able to say no to that sweet face. He looks over at you and raises a brow. “D’you think Sara will be alright with it?”

You think for a moment before nodding and giving him and Abigail a smile. “I’m sure she would. As long as you trust me to take care of your little girl.” It was John’s turn to think, and eventually he nodded as well.

“Sounds good by me. Let me get your number.” He pulls out his phone with a bright grin that matched Abigail’s perfectly. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, it seems. Once you’ve exchanged information, you both head your separate ways. You give him a wave before heading to your car, a warmth in your chest while you walk behind Beau and Abigail walking in front of you hand in hand.

wrote this in a frenzy in the middle of the night. uhh is this anything (more single dad!soap over on the masterlist)

[sstormyskyess]

please i love your single dad soap😭 moresingledadsoapplsthankyougoodbye

uhh i may have gotten carried away but that's okay because i love him too. more single dad!soap enjoy

After that first playdate with Abigail and your nephew, it was fair to say that Abigail absolutely adored you. You ended up getting a call from John a few weeks later and he asked you if you were free to come watch the girls while he attended to some business on base. Obviously, you agreed without a second thought. Abigail had made a good first impression on you just as much as you had for her, so you were happy to help.

To say that she and her little sister were a handful would be a bit of an understatement. They were very well behaved, there was no question of that; it was just that the both of them were very energetic.

Abigail was generally occupied with her doodles, but it wasn’t rare for her to get excited by something and all of a sudden she’s bouncing off the walls. Ashley, on the other hand, had to be some kind of escape artist because no matter what you did, she could manage to get herself into the most random places. Regardless, they were always a treat to take care of.

John always made sure to remind you how grateful he was that you made yourself available for his and his daughters sake. You quickly stopped him from trying to give you monetary compensation, even though he was adamant about it at first. Once you managed to pull him off the idea, he started doing all sorts of nice things to repay you: offering to drive you home from work, getting you little gifts, taking you out for dinner or drinks.

Eventually, he started to invite you over just because. He tried to mask it as the girls wanting to see you, but quite honestly, he was more excited to see you than they were. He wasn’t expecting to have you become such a good friend to him, but your friendship seemed to progress naturally, all on its own.

The two of you would spend time planning excursions for Abigail and Ashley. His favorite outing had to have been the trip to the aquarium; you had taken Abigail to the touch pool full of small sharks since he was too scared to (something that you teased him relentlessly for) and he got to see Ashley be entranced by the colorful tropical fish swimming around on the other side of the glass tank. He relished seeing you and Abigail having such a fun time while he entertained Ashley nearby. He was all smiles the entire day, so much so that his cheeks were practically aching by the time you went your separate ways.

After a few months, you and John were seeing each other at least a few times a week. It was the happiest he’d been in a while, partially because Abigail was coming out of her shell for the first time since her mom was out of the picture. It made his heart swell to see her so cheerful when, for a while, she had an air of gloominess over her head.

When Ashley’s first birthday rolled around, he felt it only right to invite you to the small party he planned. You got to meet more of his family, his mother and father, his sisters, and a few of his friends that he told you were from the squad he worked with. It was both amusing and embarrassing to have people mistake you as a couple, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart flutter a bit. You made his heart flutter a bit.

When he came home from a small get-together with his mates one day, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of domesticity witnessing the intimate scene that met him when he walked through the door. You, Abigail, and Ashley were all curled up and asleep on the couch together, with you holding Abigail to your side and cradling Ashley to your chest. It was a beautiful sight, the peaceful looks on all of your faces. You shifted a bit in your sleep and leaned into his touch when he pet the top of your head, making him smile softly.

That was when he realized when he was falling, hard and fast. He hadn't felt like that in a couple years, still stuck on his wife, but now? Now he was going through the motions of a boyish little crush again. He wanted to fight it, but he knew himself better than that; he knew that he was a goner.

He just hoped he was able to stop himself from scaring you off. You wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he had for you and it would ruin your friendship.

Or so he thought.

He had no idea that you were silently yearning for him. He had no idea that whenever you were heading to sleep at night, you couldn't get your mind off of him. He didn't know you were cuddling your pillow, imagining it was him. He would've never imagined you were just waiting for his texts or calls, so excited to spend time with him.

It all came to a head one night when an unexpected snowstorm rolled in, draping a blanket of snow overtop the city and polluting the air with wet snowflakes that made the roads slippery. Abigail had been excited since it meant school would be canceled the next day, but you were slightly worried. You knew you wouldn't be able to make it home in this weather, but the thought of staying the night flustered you. Despite the fact that you and John had lost track of time on many occasions and you were with each other late into the night, neither of you had spent the night at the other's house.

You insisted that you didn't want to intrude and would find some other way home, he shut that down immediately. The very moment you suggested the idea, he got deadly serious immediately. You weren't going anywhere, for your safety.

When you realized you weren't going to be leaving, you resigned yourself to sleeping on the couch, but that idea was shut down as well. You would be taking the bed, whether you liked it or not. But you felt so bad for booting him out of his own bed, so eventually he compromised with you and simply joined you in the bed.

The both of you were blushing messes, and you had to turn away from him to hide your flustered expression once the lamps were off and the streetlights were the only light illuminating the room ever so slightly.

You woke up the next day with John wrapped around you, holding you to his chest with his face buried into your shoulder. He was warm, practically a human heater, just like you imagined he would be. His breath brushed against your neck and his palms were flat against your stomach, having somehow found their way under your shirt at some point during the night. His arms were strong, hard muscles crushing you close to him, almost protectively.

You sat there in his arms and felt him breathing evenly behind you, his chest rising and falling against your back, soothing you back to sleep. You had another hour of sleep before you woke up to the bed dipping under some new weight in front of you. You blinked your eyes open to see Abigail hovering above you shaking her dad's shoulder to wake him up.

"Papa! Papa, wake up, come look at the snow!" She squealed, a big bright grin on her face and her dark brown hair messy, probably having just woken up. You smiled at the sight, her excitement contagious. You felt him yawn behind you and he pulled one of his hands out of your shirt to rub the sleep from his eyes. "I'll be up in a minute, sweetheart—" he was about to sit up, but your weight in his arms stopped him from going anywhere. His eyes widened at the sight of your sleepy form looking back at him with your sweet little smile. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way his cheeks turned pink and he went speechless for a few moments before Abigail kept shaking him.

"C'mon, Papa!" She urged him again, snapping him out of his embarrassed stupor. You laid flat on your back after he slipped his arms out from under you and sat up and stared up at him, enraptured by his shirtless, disheveled form. Somehow, all the nervousness you had felt the night before had dissipated, even when your eyes met. He had to have seen the adoration in your eyes or something, since his own softened as soon as they met yours.

The rest of your morning was spent watching Abigail and John playing out in the snow from the porch while you bounced a bundled Ashley on your leg. You didn't notice his fleeting glances the whole day, but he definitely got scolded by Abigail for being distracted when they were making snowmen.

[sstormyskyess]

quick announcement post! my variety blog has officially been created and can be found right here -> @sstormyskyess-ex <-

this blog is NOT being abandoned, btw! i'm gonna be posting here every now and then as i finish up all my requests and drafts over the course of this year 😊

i'm excited to get back to fandom spaces and i hope to see everyone there! thank you all for your support, i owe so much to all my followers and mutuals and i'm ready to show everyone the stuff i've been working on 💜

[sstormyskyess]

me waiting for the elliot knight live signing in an hour

[sstormyskyess]

okay i'm not officially back [aka still trying to figure out how to write again] but i have been lurking so i am back in that sense

[extra: look at what came in the mail recently :D]

anyway i'll be back to posting my silly little fics/headcanons as soon as i get out of the little hole i've buried myself in bye for now!!