Ghost was sitting in his chair doing work in his office, the entire day Soap has been teasing him. On the Field when Ghost was tying his show, soap was there in his knees, giving Ghost the bedroom eyes with a giddy smile on his face. When Ghost would try to do anything Soap would smile and leave, innocently skipping away. Every time Soap passed Ghost he would kiss the sweet spot on the back of his neck, when Ghost would look he wouldn't see Soap at all. Soap was smart, he would only do things when the room was loud or when Ghost wasn't paying attention so it's not like Ghost could grab him in time to pull him somewhere private. Soap was driving him mad.
Soap crept in behind him trying not to break him out of his thoughts. Ghost snaps out of his trance when he feels soap's warm hand rubbing up and down his arm slowly. He kisses Ghost's neck again then pulls away. "I'm heading to Gaz's for some bear, bye!" Soap says while a smirk creeps on his face. Ghost reacts rather fast, grabbing Soaps arm and lightly tugging him closer. "Alright you cheeky bastard, why have you been doin' this all bloody day." Ghost says while looking up at Soap. "I have no clue what you mean Lt." Soap said while softly carrying his hand to Ghosts chest. Ghost pulls up his mask just enough to show his mouth and pulled soap in for a kiss. Soap bit down on Ghost's bottom lip making him open his mouth just enough for Soap to slide his tongue in and explore every inch of Ghost's mouth. "Fuck Johnny..." Ghost groans quietly as he pulls away. Soap looks down and notices Ghost's boner as he stands up. "Hm, looks like you have a problem there L.t, it's a shame Gaz is waiting for me... toodles!" Soap says while kissing Ghost on the cheek. "Goddamnit Johnny you-" Ghost gets cut off by Soaps giggle and teasing voice. "Awe, what? Don't like it when I stay cheeky, I'll bring you back a beer, love ya!" Soap yells while shutting the door. Leaving a hot and bothered Ghost in the room alone wanting so much more.
โค๏ธAuthors note- Hiii requests are open! I wanted to write a short fic of these two goobers idk why. Currently I'm making a 'MASTERLIST' so that it will be easier to find some of the genres and fandoms I post on/do. Have a lovely day<3
Soap: whatโs the one thing I told you not to do.
Ghost: burn the house down.
Soap: and what did you do?
Ghost: made you dinner.
*fire alarm blaring in the background, the smoke coming from ghosts supposed dinner wafting from the kitchen as both ghost and soap are at the front door*
how would your muse describe mine? (positive associations)
send an emoji (and/or the description of them) to let them know! if it helps, think about finishing the following sentence from the perspective of your muse: "i think you're _____." (terms source)
๐น [HAMSTER FACE] โ adorable
๐ชต [WOOD] โ adventurous
๐ [GRINNING FACE WITH SMILING EYES] โ agreeable
Soap : How can you not know that youโre dating a f๐งผ๐งผking deity?!
Y/N, about God!ghost : I mean, to be fair, before I found out about it he never really acted like a deity around me. Our life together had been mostly domestic and sappy up until that point.
Gaz : And now?
Y/N, shrugs : Honestly, itโs still pretty domestic and sappy, he just doesnโt bother hiding his inhuman features around me anymore.
Hey! Your art is stunning! I love how your are able to convey personality visually! I also saw in one post that you referenced enneagrams and Myers-Briggs types when considering characters! Was wondering if you have any headcanons for the rest of 141s types?
Hello Anon! \(@^0^@)/
So about the MBTI types of 141, I actually did one around February 2022, but it's generally for the OG!TF141. You can read it here! But I'm gonna repost it here and add the others as well.
Disclaimer : I'm in no way an MBTI expert. I'm just an enthusiast who reads lots of memes.
Task Force 141 MBTI Personality Types
๐ฐ Price - ENTJ - The Commanderย ๐ฐ
No doubt heโs the commander type. In fact, Price is the classic archetype of a commander
Does not give a damn about order or following procedure if it doesnโt help him get to the result
Mean. Knows heโs mean. Doesnโt care.
Says shit like โCan you do it or no?โ โWhat did I just say.โ โSuck it up.โ โWhen you take the gloves off you got blood on your hands, KYLE!โย
Lovable asshole. Evil. Lovable tho.
First to wake up and do the โmorning routineโ
Probably has the โWorldโs Best Boss/Dadโ mug
Inventor of Big Dick Energy
๐งผ Soap - ESFP - The Entertainer ๐งผ
Bold. Can be reckless sometimes tho. He learns by doing. Easily bored.
Would deffo be the Extrovert person who adopts Introverts. (Eg. Ghost)
Values freedom and has empirical views in life.
Sees past the bad in people and easily sees the good in people (not the enemies tho โ ๏ธ cough cough Shepherd cough.
Very optimistic and loud. Loves to get all the attentions
Highly adaptable to situations
Spontaneous af and sometimes can have risky behaviors that leads to bad decisions (He canonically lied about his age to enter the SAS โจ)
๐ Ghost - INTP - The Logician ๐
INTP : short for I Need Therapy Please
Trust Issuesโข
All rounder who gets the job done when he puts his mind to it.
Probably watches anime secretly (He does)
Would sometimes zone out and doesnโt listen to what youโre saying.
Either completely silent or WILL NOT shut up. No in between.
Has strong opinions.
Could come off as rude or way too honest.
The friend who gives short answers in texts like โyeaโ โokโ โnoโ
โโฆ.what if we (insert crazy ideas)โ. Super creative with his methods of doing. "Welcome to guerrila warfare."
Basically a cat.
๐งข Gaz - ISFJ - The Defender ๐งข
SENSITIVE EXTROVERT.
PUREST BRITISH BLOKE. Angel.
Has a strong moral compass; Takes his jobs very seriously. Determined.
Will stand by you no matter what happens. Gaz will deffo support you in anything you do. WILL fight for you.
Sweet and easygoing. Has the best reaction to everything. "Can you translate that from bullshit to English?" "What the fuck is happening?" Never a dull moment with him around.
The Dad Ver. 2 if Price is unavailable.
Gaz : I'm making you cookies.
Price : I don't really want any.
Gaz: This isn't optional
Is very warm in personality, but if you betray him, he'll turn very cold.
Being the Frontispiece of, The Sergeant & the Black Ghost of Las Almas. โ or, Friendship Assured, between a Lost Scotsman and a Bedeviled English Officer, when caught in an Act of American Perfidy during Buonaparteโs late Campaigns against the Order of the World.
some Napoleonic Soapghost I finally finished โ ๏ธ๐ฌ๐ง๐งผ read more context below the cut
I really enjoy properly Regency AUs. Not polyester pastiches like Bridgerton, but more like Patrick OโBrian or Jane Austen has a lovechild with my current brainrot of choice, and it runs off to war. Finding a historical context in which characters can retain most, if not all of their particular attributes, backstories, and well, characteristics, while also respecting conventions of the period is half the fun for me. Happily, the early 19th century is such a pliable period; spending enough time with primary sources often reminds one that fact is often stranger than fiction.
All this to say, Iโd love to actually write this historical adventure-romance, but in the meantime, a brief sketch of our primary characters โฆ
English officer Simon Riley, choosing to affect his own death rather than submit to a court-martial for a crime he did not commit, deserts his unit then in the Peninsula and secrets himself aboard a convict ship then moored off the mouth of the Mersey. By much cunning and falsehood, he passes himself off as a German prisoner-of-war, Simon Geist, hiding his true identity behind the skull of the man responsible for his disgrace. Though believed to be mad, his size and martial skill see him rapidly enlisted into the infamous Black Brunswickers, then in British service. He finds himself back in Spain, where his strange success in reducing desertion among his fellow enlisted mercenaries sees him promoted to lieutenant. Nominally of the Brunswick Hussars, always mounted on his massive warmblood Bourbon, his excellent navigation and melรฉe combat skills bring him to the attention of the British staff, who task โGhostโ with a number of dangerous missionsโฆ
John MacTavish, a sergeant of the 71st Glasgow Highland Light Infantry, enlisted young, falsifying his age, and his experience has since made him one of the best sharpshooters in the Peninsula. Among a unit known for reconnaissance and skirmishing ahead of the main line, MacTavish โ nicknamed โSoapโ for his ability to get out of any sticky situation โ earns a reputation for disruptive actions in enemy camps. It is on his way back from leave however, aboard an American merchant ship, when a new declaration of war sees allies become enemies, and Sergeant MacTavish finds himself abandoned and on the run in the hostile Spanish town of Las Almas, as the French move in on the city. A nocturnal encounter with a familiar black ghost might be his only way out โฆ
The car's ๐ on fire ๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ฑ and there's no ๐ซ driver ๐ซฅ at the wheel ๐
And the sewers ๐ฉ๐คข are all muddied ๐ฅด with a thousand ๐ฏ lonely suicides ๐๐ชฆโฐ๏ธ
And a dark wind blows ๐จ๐จ๐ฅถ
The government ๐๏ธโ๏ธ is corrupt โผ๏ธ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฟ and we're on so many ๐คค drugs ๐๐๐๐๐
With the radio ๐ป on ๐๐ถ๐ต and the curtains drawn ๐ซฅ๐ซฅ
We're trapped โผ๏ธโผ๏ธin the belly ๐คค of this horrible machine ๐ค๐ฑ๐ and the machine ๐ค๐ค is bleeding ๐๐ฉธ to death โ ๏ธโฐ๏ธ๐ชฆ
The sun ๐โ๏ธ has fallen down ๐ซก๐ข ๐ and the billboards ๐๏ธ are all ๐ถ leering ๐๐๐๏ธ
And the flags ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐ซก are all dead โ๏ธ at the top of their poles ๐ญโฐ๏ธ๐
It ๐went ๐like ๐this ๐ โ๏ธโ๏ธ
๐the buildings ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ toppled in ๐ฅ๐คฏ on themselves ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ
๐ mothers ๐๐คค clutching ๐คฐ๐ฉโ๐งbabies ๐คฑ๐ผ๐ถ picked through the rubble ๐ชจ๐๏ธ๐งฑ and pulled out๐โโ๏ธ๐ฑtheir hair ๐ด๐ญ
The skyline ๐ was beautiful ๐ฎ๐ on fire ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จโ๐
All twisted ๐๐ตโ๐ซ metal ๐ธ stretching upwardsโ๏ธ๐โฌ๏ธ
๐คฏEverything washed ๐งผ๐งฝ in a thin orange ๐ง๐ haze ๐ซ๏ธโ๏ธ
I said ๐จ๏ธkiss me โผ๏ธ๐๐ณ you're beautiful ๐ฅฐ๐ฅต these are ๐truly ๐ฏ the last days ๐๏ธ๐๏ธโ๐จ๏ธ
๐ซตyou grabbed โ my hand ๐ค and we fell ๐ฏ into it โ๏ธlike a daydream ๐ญ๐ค๐ช or a fever ๐ฅต๐ก๏ธ๐ค
We woke๐โฐ๐ฏ up๐ one morning ๐ฅฑ๐ and fell ๐คa little ๐คfurther down ๐โฌ๏ธ
For sure ๐คas the valley ๐๏ธof death โ ๏ธโฐ๏ธ
I open ๐ my wallet ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ต๐ and it's full ๐๐ฑ of blood ๐๐ฉธ