#implied ghostsoap

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost after meeting Soap.

Price : Have you slept?

Ghost : Depends what day it is

Price : Go to bed.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #implied ghostsoap #implied soapghost #ghost is a catboy by the way #Soap is more complicated because he's a cat person and doesn't like dogs but also he's very dogboy leaning personality wise #dad price for the win even if he's only old enough to be big brother price; he's 50 spiritually according to his 'kids' #price would be like 'ok do you want to talk about it?' #and ghost would look at him like 'what do you mean “talk about it” what happened to bottle it up like normal people?' #“i'll just forget all about it” ghost tells himself #and then soap is bumping into him in the corridor and smiling up at him with the power of the fucking sun and wow ghost is in love fuck #i was supposed to draw something for valentine's day but my brain was all no : funny scene first but now it's 9:30 am and i haven't slept #maybe expect something for valentine's day at some point - probably not today tho but like at some point this week maybe ?

[shyravenns]

Quick soap doodle inspired by That instagram reel

#soap cod #soap mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #Neil Ellie #is that his name? #cod mwfii #implied ghostsoap #doodle #myart #artists on tumblr

[freetowriteforme]

Simon finds a kitten :)

               The streets were slick with rain and blood as Ghost crept along the walls of the alleyway. He had been taking down soldiers left and right and felt deep-rooted exhaustion in his bones. “Ghost, give me a sit-rep.” The smooth voice of his captain flowed through the speakers, breaking the lieutenant’s concentration. “All good here; the perimeter is secure.”

               “Good, we got the laptop. Meet at the checkpoint for exfil.” The telltale clicks from the comms signaled Price signing off, Ghost moving to do the same. He was reluctant to admit it, but he missed the familiar playful banter in his ear when Soap attended missions with him. Ever since the man went on leave to spend time with his family, he’d felt increasingly lonelier than ever. The lieutenant hadn’t realized how dependent he’d become on the sergeant’s warmth and conversations until it was stripped away from him.

               His gear was thoroughly soaked, sticking to his skin as an uncomfortable second layer of flesh. Even his mask began agitating him, wanting nothing more than to return to his barracks and rip the thing off. Before he could fully step out of the alley, he heard a quiet squeak from behind him. He whipped around, gun drawn at the ready, but was met with dead air. He scanned his surroundings for another second before hearing the same sound, looking down to see a knocked-over trash can.

               Ghost approached it carefully, still unable to trust the situation entirely. He crouched to peer inside, but it was too dark to make out much fully. Another timid squeak echoed from the metal, sounding more akin to a mew now than a squeak. He hesitantly reached a hand in, searching around for the source of the noise. His hand met solid, something tiny and frail under his hands. Even through the gloves, he could tell the thing was soft, most likely an animal. The same quiet mew resounded at the touch, the animal pulling away from him sharply.

               He paused, assessing the situation before making any further steps. If he had to make a guess, the mewing was from a cat of some kind. With how small the thing felt beneath his hand, he had to guess it was still a baby. He didn’t hold much knowledge of cats, never having a pet even in his youth. He held out a single finger to the creature, allowing it to smell him. He knew he must smell like gunpowder and the coppery scent of blood, but it was the best he could do.

               After a few moments, a petit grey kitten stumbled further out of the trash can, pale moonlight allowing him to take in its features. The most striking thing about the baby was the pale blue eyes that blinked owlishly at him. They almost reminded him of a certain Scot, but he quickly pushed it aside.

               “Hello there, little one. Where’s your mother?” He glanced further into the bin, hoping to see another set of eyes glowering at him but was met with only darkness. Wherever the kitten’s mother was, it abandoned the baby long ago. The animal was severely malnourished, and sympathy tugged at Ghost’s cold heart. The small piece of him that still housed Simon cried out to help the small, frightened creature. This time, Ghost was weak enough to give in.

               The baby nuzzled its soft face into his gloves, allowing the man to pick it up carefully. He debated how to transfer the tiny creature to base with him, still needing his gun to incase any stragglers remained in the area. He eventually decided his breast pocket was the best he could do, removing any of the contents inside to new homes. He gently placed the mewing creature inside, feeling it shift around and get comfortable. His heart nearly melted when he heard a soft purr.

               He hurried down the deserted streets, wanting to escape the rain as quickly as possible. “There you are, Ghost. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He entered the van, the captain following swiftly to fill his own seat. The ride back to base was relatively quiet, the kitten falling asleep in his pocket and not making another noise. “Night, Simon.” The captain muttered before parting ways, allowing the lieutenant to seek off to the communal kitchen in search of some food for the tiny baby. He was unsure of what to feed the malnourished animal, pulling out his phone to do some quick research.

               Eventually, he settled on eggs, seeming like the most likely thing they would have in the fridge. Just as he suspected, he spotted an egg carton on the top shelf and removed a single egg.  He quickly cracked it into a pan, scrambling them thoroughly to ensure they were fully cooked. He grabbed a small plate and placed the kitten on the counter in front of him, the tiny creature sniffing the food suspiciously. Once it was deemed safe, the baby began devouring the feast, satisfied to have something to eat again. Ghost would need to go to the store and gather supplies for the cat, but for now, this would suffice.

               He gently petted its head with a fragile finger, allowing the kitten to finish the eggs. It left out a quiet yawn, leaning further into the petting with a content purr. “Let’s get some sleep, shall we?” He scooped the kitten back up in his arms, rinsing the plate in the sink, before taking off to his barrack. He decided it was safest if he had the baby sleep on the floor, using old hoodies and shirts to make a crude bed. He watched as the creature smelled the clothing, purring happily and nuzzling into the soft fabrics.

               “Goodnight.” He whispered, turning off the light and drifting off to sleep.

Very indulgent fic of Simon getting a kitten; I will probably write more about this. I just love the idea of Ghost being a cat dad, don't bully me. Personally, I've never owned a cat since I'm allergic, but I would love to.

TLDR: I'm living vicariously through Ghost.

#simon ghost riley #implied ghostsoap #cod mw2

[shadow0-1]

Stars

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #CoD MWIII #MWIII #blender renders #Simon Riley #Simon Ghost Riley #Johnny Mactavish #GhostSoap #SoapGhost #Ghoap #tw mcd #well implied #really proud of that middle one #he's a real man (freak)

[gomzdrawfr]

it's hard loving yourself

#i can't keep lying to myself #how do you love something that is so unlovable #i'm poison. i come from poison. i have poison inside me and i destroy everything i touch. that's my legacy. #i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow. maybe it wont heal ever #smoke fills my chest . empty it can be #yet so full of your absence #im nothing but an empty husk of what I once was #and a big part of me was already forcefully ripped away from me when you left #hello hi im back with ghoap angst #can you believe its been a whole week since i drew them #anyways #gummmyart #doodle #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #angst #implied mcd

[unspecifiedfigure]

those shorts aren’t regulation length soap…..

#anyways let me dress him like a barbie doll #gaz you’re next sweetie get ready #cod #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #it’s implied with the second part of this but i don’t want to include it in this because it would be ugly #actually tumblr might have a slider feature #i’m not crazy let me check #yeah no nevermind #anyways #my art

[m-1-8]

DADDY’S LITTLE FAILURE

“Welcome home, Simon” “Seems we have a new addition to the family” ”Saved ye a seat, Lt.”

#angst #you got the bad ending #better luck next time #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2 #cod mw #cod art #call of duty mw #implied spoiler #cod spoilers #the voices are back #the new one rings so loud #lightly implied ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #M18 MW

[wispscribbles]

thank you for feeding us such quality ghost soap art mwah bye

And thank you for eating it up!! I love feeding you all w art of the murder lads - Here's some more to chew on :D Tarot Ghoap!

#ask #feadair #thanks again!!! aaa! #sorry this response took so long u got lost in my drafts :''O #ghostsoap #my art #ghoap #mw3 spoilers #ish #MCD #implied MCD #these are months old but I kept telling myself that I would render them at some point. But thats not happening #i think ive seen some ppl talk about cod tarot. maybe that inspired this... cant remember #but if it did then sry that i cant remember who to thank for the inspo #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod tarot

[tanked-up]

Dialogue MWIII -Pt.4-

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Soap: I’m near some small rooms… What would you call these, Watcher?

Laswell: I believe those are Cabanas, 7-1

Ghost: Not much for the beach, Johnny…?

Soap: Prefer the snow, LT…

Laswell: Ski or snowboard, Soap?

Soap: Snowboard.

Ghost: Snowboarding’s for savages, Johnny

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Click video for dialogue

#Are you implying he’s a savage….!? #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #call of duty mwiii spoilers #mwiii campaign #laswell cod

[forestshadow-wolf]

Y'all imagine soap and ghost wrestling and soap suplexes ghost

Everyone is just stunned. Nobody knew he could do that

Ghost is even more in love (maybe a little hard thinks about asking johnny to do it again)

Whils soap isn't a small man by any means, Ghost is just a large man... he's never met anyone who could just do that to him. Maybe that one german Austrian dude from, what's it called? Kortac?, he heard that guy's pretty tall.

But that's different. That's a big dude taking out a big dude.

This is soap taking out a man who out classes him in height and weight, like it was nothing. And fuck if that doesn't do something to him.

Soap laughs at the dumbfounded faces and says he used to be on the wrestling team from 7th to 11th grade. Says he's surprised nobody knew. Says his coaches always had to move him up a weight class because he obliterated his own weight class. Says that he wanted to see if he could still do it. Says he's always wanted to do it to Ghost.

#wrestling #wrestling is such a gay sport #like it's just dudes in tight suits trying to pin eachother down #not saying it makes you gay #... but it doesn't not make you gay... sorry #suplex #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #implied john price #implied kyle gaz garrick #implied könig (cod) #el rambles

[dovabunny]

Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the day: 'Johnny, I'm on my way'

Soap calls Ghost at 2am during their leave after days of silence, a sobbing mess. Soap loved his family to bits, they were all very close and affectionate.

Then he came out to them.

Ghost can hear his broken heart as he drunkenly tells him through the tears how they reacted. What they called him. How his father's fist felt. How his mother's sweet eyes looked full of fury and betrayal. What the priest sounded like trying to cast the demon out of him. How the rain tasted when he left at their demand. How suffocating the cheap motel room felt, his phone still pining with texts from his brother calling him a selfish disgrace. A disappointment. Filthy.

A beat of silence, Soap is about to apologize for bothering his Lt at 2am for a drunken selfish call, making himself a burden to others once again. Then Soap heard the rushed shuffle of clothes and the clink of keys on the line.

"Stay where you are, Johnny. I'm on my way."

#johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #implied homophobia #soap's catholic family

[shyravenns]

141 Barn Cats AU

Thinking about an AU where Laswell is an unwilling participant in the cat distribution system, and the rest of 141 are just stray cats that she can't get rid of.

There's Bear who's name was appropriately given by Laswell's darling wife (much to her silent aggravation). He was the first cat who appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and settled in as if he were the one paying mortgage. A great big, fluffy creature with faint scars littering his body and small nick in his ear that tells Laswell that he's as much as a soldier as she is. Amber eyes calmly staring back at her from his perch on their counter, as she startles at the sight of him in the morning, already a self made king in the home that she shares her with her wife. A small twitch to his whiskers, and she can tell (though she'd rather be tortured than say this out loud) that he's rather amused by her startled yelp. Her wife adores him given by the simple brown collar she managed to get around his neck, and Laswell knows it's rather embarrassing to be resentful of a cat when said cat strangely prefers Laswell's lap to sit on. Laswell's never been an animal lover, and cats are as much of an enigma to her as lions or tigers, but she's grown attached to the big brown cat with amber eyes that naps on her desk and purrs when she looks at him.

One cat is enough. One cat is supposed to be enough.

And then comes Ghost. A great big black cat that makes her hesitate and wonder if he's really a cat and not some sort of unknown species of feline given his size. A great big, black cat that watches her with a stillness that reminds her a little tiger. Seemingly even more scarred as Bear is, and she wonders just briefly how tough it must be to be a stray cat. A guest who Bear had seemingly brought to them. disappearing for a few days as he often does as they live in a great stretch of land that she inherited, and appearing almost out of the blue on their front porch with a cat that almost seems to fidget given the anxious twists of it's tail as Laswell stares and her wife coos at them. She sighs, rolls her eyes, and glares down at Bear as she widens her door just a bit and allows both cats to stalk inside and begins to wonder if they're even cats in the first place and not some cosmic punishment sent to fuck with her. Ghost doesn't interact much with them save for the occasional pat on the head, and allowing them to get close enough to slip a simple black collar on him. Laswell, knowing not to say anything, when he wife orders a collar with a skull design. Often spending his time prowling after Bear, or hesitantly allowing her wife to get near him while he sits on the window sill, and watches the world outside.

Two cats is more than enough, and she always gives a little sigh before adding kitty litter to her basket.

Bear and Ghost are enough. They're calm, quiet, and independent enough for Laswell to focus on other things.

Until it's 1am, and the yowling of a cat (that she knows isn't one of hers) drags her out of a sleep so blissful she'd cry if she weren't so annoyed. Soap is the name her wife gives him (and pouts when Laswell stares at her in disbelief), as they stumble downstairs to see their unwelcome visitor shaking off the excess bubbles off of his coat as he crawls out from the kitchen sink. Laswell isn't done mouthing "what the fuck" before her wife laughs, and grabs the spare towel on the counter in order to help him dry off. Ignoring the open window above the sink where they assumed he managed to sneak in. Soap is,,,everything a cat should not be in Laswell's rather unprofessional opinion, and reminds her of a dog more often than not. Energetic and noticeable as he makes their house his home within a matter of hours. Making fast friends with Bear, and oddly enough seeming to prefer the company of Ghost. It's not uncommon for her to catch them on the same window sill in the evening or grooming each other much to her own silent delight. He's a nuisance in her opinion, but a very welcome one (and her favorite, but she'd never say that out loud)

And just when she thinks that three is enough there is, of course, another expected unexpected guest.

She's not surprised in the slightest when she wakes up and spies the lean brown cat watching her as he sits beside Bear, Soap, and Ghost as if he's always been there (It's an interesting feeling to wonder if she's been gaslit by a cat) with a slight tilt to his head as if she's the one who shouldn't be here. She doesn't say much to her wife as they both give each other a tired yet amused glance towards one another and watch as he curls his tail around his paws and purrs when begin to take out another bowl. Gaz, they name his together, when gives a small chirp at the tv at the sound of the nickname. He's not as energetic as Soap (thank GOD), but he manages to worm himself into her wife's heart pretty quickly in a way that tells her that he won't be going anywhere anytime soon. He has a liking towards Bear, who often lets him nap beside him on the couch in her office. And appears to have made fast friends with Soap and Ghost as she catches all three of them curled up in the kitchen underneath a sunbeam.

They're good cats, all of them. She doesn't *quite* know where the hell they all came from, but it's hard to really want to know when she gets to fall asleep to the sound of purrs and her wife's gentle snores.

#call of duty #call of duty mwfii #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #implied ghostsoap #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty modern warfare #kate laswell #laswell's wife #aka ME #mywriting #im a work so you know it's time to get paid to slack off and write #laswell and all four of the little kitty squatters #i might draw this lmao #also implied gazprice

[bonanza-tact]

Wanted to do them with family :3

#bons art #my art #ghostsoap #ghost soap #simon ghost riley #ghoap #john soap mactavish #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #first part is months before the second one #soap would have all the cravings #mpreg #omegaverse implied #omega soap #omega john soap mactavish #alpha ghost #alpha simon ghost riley #baby #oc child #Simon would worship Preggy soap sm #pregnancy

[sudsyv2]

Soap ‘helping’ ghost put on the greasepaint: do you or do you not feel bonita?

Ghost looking tired as shit with little painted hearts on his face: *sigh* …I feel bonita.

Soap: wonderful cause you look bonita!

#ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #as always implied ghoap #soap cod #ghost cod #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap is no help but likes to act like he’s helping #ghost knows he is not helping but still thanks soap #ghost putting up with soaps shit is what he signed up for #they kiss after this #soap with black smudged paint in the shape of lips on both his face and neck #sudsyv2

[tomcat-tapes]

“Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah LT?”

High time I post these little dudes!!

Price is currently the only doggo atm cause I NEEDRD to do justice to his chops, rightfully he’s an Old English Sheep Dog.

Gaz was actually suggested to me as a Savannah Cat and I just kinda rolled with it so here we are on that.

Soap!!! My proudest boy cause I think I’m so clever making him a Scottish Fold kitty, it checks out truly, and also my friend who’s been a long term fan of the (og) games said he hates dogs so win win

Ghostyyy, originally he had black markings along his back to kinda symbolize the eye black he wears with the mask buuuuut I changed it to him being albino for spook factor regardless he’s just a massive Floof.

More work below⬇️⬇️

#cod mw2 #cod mw3 #captain price #john price #kyle gaz garrick #soap #john soap mactavish #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #(implied) #I made them furries for fun #animation #tik tok #slight angst #but not that bad #fanart #like and/or reblog! #tomcat draws #and that is all #okay bye

[mylarena]

you know what? fuck you. (takes your battle hardened, manly man war criminal and puts him in a lovely house with a beautiful garden and sprawling backyard in a nice forested area, gives him a husband, a daughter, and 12 cats, and makes him knit cute sweaters and bake things for pta meetings)

#myposting #soaptag #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #< implied #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #this is @ COD gamer bros. fuck you