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injestedsoap · 5 months

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Wet and Weary

Some SoapGaz smut up on my ao3!

As soon as they got back from the multi mile march and into their barracks Gaz fell onto the bed and Soap dropped to the floor.

“Wassat for?” Gaz asked, too tired to separate the words.

“If I don’t I’ll be fucking sore in the morning,” Soap replied, his legs spread wide, gripping his toes as he stretched his body.

Gaz grunted, too exhausted to even think about taking off his boots, “Gonna be sore no matter what, mate.”

Soap made a noise of agreement, still stretching on the floor.

Gaz had rolled and sprained his ankle back when he played football, at the time it hadn’t seemed like a big deal, his mate who was the team manager had set it and wrapped it and it healed fast enough Gaz didn’t see a reason to get it properly treated. He was back on the pitch in less than a week after all. Adult Gaz wanted to go smack some sense into his younger self because here and now his feet were absolutely screaming at him. His previously injured ankle had swelled up in his boots and he knew it was rubbed raw, he’d be lucky if he hadn’t bled through his socks.

Gaz sighed as he let the sweat cool on his face. He needed to get up, he at least needed to unlace his boots and relieve the pressure on his feet and ankle. He really needed to.

A soft clatter let him know Soap was back up off the floor, stretching his back and arms as he walked to the kitchenette. “Water, Gaz?” He called over his shoulder.

“Mmh,” Gaz rubbed a hand over his face. He had meant to sit up but instead he let out a soft noise as a cool glass of water was pressed gently to his temple.

“You alright?” Soap asked quietly.

Gaz opened an eye and smiled a little ruefully, “Football injury’s acting up.” He admitted.

Soap cocked his head slightly, “Feet hurt?”

Gaz nodded, pushing himself up so he could accept the water, “Bad, yeah.”

Gaz watched something pass across Soap’s face and then he grinned, “Drink your drink, yeah? I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t like that smile, MacTavish,” Gaz called as Soap shot him an exaggerated grin and disappeared back into the kitchen. Gaz rolled his eyes and took a drink of the water, god but that was good. He let his head loll back, rolling it on his shoulders. Alright, step one boots off. He shifted, reaching to set the water on his nightstand and moved to start untying his boot when he heard a very Scottish “Ach!” Gaz looked up to see Soap trotting over to him with a cup of ice, a towel over his shoulder.

“Ach, no, settle back, will ye?” Soap said, shooing his hands away.

Gaz laughed, “Alright, mum.” Watching in sight confusion as Soap set the ice chips down on the floor and then took his still booted foot into his hands and began undoing the laces. “Oh mate I can–”

“Yeah I know you can ,” Soap said, not looking up from his task. He removed the boot, pushing it under the bed and Gaz blushed as Soap slid his sock off as well.

Gaz opened his mouth to protest when Soap moved to the other foot but all that came out was a hiss of pain when Soap grabbed his ankle. Soap stopped, looking up at Gaz in concern and Gaz fought a quick internal battle before sagging. “Ankle’s swollen and bleedin’,” he mumbled he met Soap’s worried eyes and shrugged, “Football injury, like I said.”

“Ah, Gaz…” Soap sighed, very slowly untying the laces and carefully removing the boot, “Sock next, ready?”

“I’ve been shot I think I can–”

“Ready?”

Gaz looked into those big blue eyes and bit his lip before softly saying “Slowly?”

Any part of Gaz that was trying to act cool at this point melted into goo as Soap kissed his knee and slowly began to roll down the tall sock. Gaz fisted the sheets, gritting his teeth. Really he felt like he was overreacting but dammit it did fucking hurt. Finally the sock came free and Soap tossed it across the room to the small mountain of dirty laundry they had been building. The ankle was a red sticky mess. Not gushing blood by any means but it was oozing out all over, making the skin tacky, there were bits of black fluff from the sock and it was swollen and tender.

“Alright,” Soap scooted a bit closer, looking up at Gaz through his long lashes, “Now this is gonna twinge but just a bit and then it’ll feel so nice, alright?”

Gaz looked down at him and couldn’t help but snicker, “Are you about to finger me, MacTavish?”

The look Soap gave him was one that Gaz was sure had dropped a hundred knickers, “Let’s see how this goes and then see how we feel.”

Gaz laughed and then, and he would deny this to anyone who asked, squeaked . Soap had plucked an ice chip out of the cup next to him and began smoothing it over Gaz’s foot. “Ah, Soap, what–?”

“Not quite an ice bath but it’ll have to do for now.” Soap said, looking up at him with a grin.

Gaz was going to have to look away, there was no way he could keep looking at Soap gently cradling his foot and running ice over the hot, sore, skin. He swallowed, his breath came out in a little woosh , he really should look away.

“Feels nice, yeah?”

Soap’s voice had pitched down, the ice in his hands melting and dripping onto the knee of his fatigues.

“Yeah.” Gaz didn’t know if he was supposed to answer, he didn’t even know if it was an answer to the question or the sight of Soap grabbing another ice chip to begin rubbing over his foot again. It felt bloody good, was the truth. And Soap on his knees… tending to him … that felt bloody good too.

Carefully, so carefully, Soap slid the chip higher, gently rubbing it over the abused flesh of his ankle. Gaz hissed, closing his eyes at the sharp spike of pain.

“I’ll be quick,” Soap assured him, “Just need to get the swelling down and the fluff off.”

Gaz nodded, forcing himself to focus on the feeling of Soap’s hands, one cupping the heel of his foot and the other tenderly moving over his ankle in an almost caress. True to his word Soap was efficient and gentle and just as fast as Gaz had been getting used to the ice it dripped down his ankle and off his foot onto the towel Soap was using to carefully dry his foot with.

“Not gonna use your hair?” Gaz joked, it was one of maybe a handful of bible stories he could remember.

“Call me old fashioned,” Soap said, as he scooted over a mite and took up Gaz’s other foot, “But I believe ye shouldn’t let a man put his foot on your head until after you’ve fingered him.”

The only reason Soap wasn’t knocked flat on his ass when Gaz kicked him was because he was so damn worn out from the march.

“You fucking prick!” Gaz laughed, laying back on the bed as Soap started the ice rub on his other foot, “God damn, Soap,” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, grinning at the man, he curled his toes before thinking about the fact that Soap was currently holding them and felt the blush on his cheeks again.

Soap looked up at him, smoothing his cool, wet, thumbs over Gaz’s ankles. “Feel any better?”

Gaz held his eyes and slowly wrapped his legs around Soap’s waist, “Yeah,” He pushed himself up the bed as Soap, bless him, took the hint and began crawling up and over Gaz, “Could be doing better, though.”

“Oh, aye?” Soap was on his hands and knees over Gaz and somehow this felt both sudden and like it had been racing toward them for ages as Gaz wrapped his legs carefully around Soap’s waist, water dripping onto his shirt, as he pulled the man down and kissed him.

Soap tasted like a long march and orange sports drink and Gaz wanted to suck the taste from his tongue. Soap was braced above him, keeping the bulk of his weight off Gaz as he sucked and bit on his plush bottom lip.

“Fuck,” He grunted, “Fuck Ky, my books are still on.”

“Don’t care,” Gaz grabbed his head, dragging Soap back to his mouth.

“I’m sweaty,” Soap said helplessly, biting his earlobe and sucking on his neck.

“Good,” Gaz pressed Soap down into him with his, grinding their hips together.

Soap let out a loud moan and bit lightly on Gaz’s collarbone. “Jesus fucking Christ, Gaz.”

“We can stop,” Gaz whispered, scratching blunt nails over the back of his neck and licking the shell of his ear, “We can,”

Soap blew cool air over a barely there hickey on the little bit of Gaz’s chest he could reach, “You deserve better than this,”

“No!” It was such a fast rebuttal Gaz was almost startled by it, but he meant it, “No I want you, John, I want this, okay, I do.”

The laugh Soap gave him was on the edge of helpless, he turned his head and kissed Gaz on the wrist, “I want you too, Gazzie, believe you me, but you deserve someone washed and preferably naked .” Soap pulled back from him, rising up onto his knees and taking Gaz’s hips with him since his legs were still wrapped around Soap’s waist. “May I go shower, Sergeant Garrick?”

Gaz looked up at him, two hours ago if you asked him if he’d want to bed down with Soap he’d laugh and ask what you were on. Not that Soap wasn’t handsome and funny and smart and kind and blimey Gaz from two hours ago was a fucking loony. He raised his hips, rolling against Soap and reached a hand up to grab his belt and lever himself up.

“Nah.” he said, unbuckling Soap’s belt and sliding it off as Soap’s breath caught in his throat and he groaned. “You can shower after you’ve cum,” Gaz kissed the front of his boxers as he pulled Soap’s pants down and Soap moaned.

“Drive a hard bargain.” Soap managed before letting out a little ‘ ah! ’ as Gaz pressed his fingers into the wet patch on Soap’s boxers, sliding his fingers into the slit of Soap’s cunt over the fabric.

“Look at you already dripping for me.” Gaz grinned wickedly “Did you get all wet while you were on your knees washing my feet?” he pressed at Soap’s entrance, still on the other side of the cotton barrier. “Didn’t realize you had such a service kink, MacTavish.”

“Like being on my knees for you,” Soap sighed, “Like taking care of you.”

“Good boy,” Gaz whispered, sliding the boxers down just enough for him to get at Soap’s pussy, “Now stand up straight while I take care of you.”

Soap just barely managed not to bark when Gaz’s soft lips met his clit. He hunched forward, gripping Gaz’s shoulders as that smart tongue got to work on him, lapping at his pussy like Gaz was starving for it.

“Ah, ah, fuck Gaz.”

“God you taste good,” He tasted like sweat and musk and normally that was not for Gaz but he was realizing a lot of things about Soap worked for him that he wasn’t normally into.

“Probably taste like– FUCK OH!”

Gaz had found his g-spot with a kind of pinpoint accuracy that had Soap’s head spinning in drooling delight. “I’m supposed to finger y-you.”

“Shower,” Gaz whispered into the fabric of Soap’s tank top.

“ Oh .” Soap breathed and then he was opening his mouth in a soundless howl as he came around Gaz’s fingers. Soap barely gave himself time to recover before he was straightening up, grabbing Gaz’s legs and wrapping them around his waist before he grabbed the man’s ass and lifted him up. “Shower?” He asked, his voice less suave than he would have liked.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Gaz breathed, grabbing Soap around the shoulder and rubbing his still clothed cock against Soap’s dripping cunt.

Soap’s eyes rolled and he moved as quickly as he could to the bathroom with his pants around his waist and Gaz trying to suck a hole in his chest.

“Boots, shit, fuck,” Soap grumbled, quickly setting Gaz on the sink and dropping to unlace and remove his boots. Above him Gaz was stripping out of his fatigues as well, he got his jacket and his shirt over his head before moving to his pants and hearing a “No!” Soap popped up and grabbed his belt. “Mine,” He said before stripping the belt in one fluid movement. Gaz made a noise yanked out of a shitty porno and then somehow managed to make wriggling out of his pants about as unsexy as possible. Soap dropped to his knees as he tugged the pants from him, stopping to carefully protect Gaz’s ankle as he pulled them free.

“This feeling okay?” Soap asked, peppering kisses around the abused ankle as he asked.

How on Earth he had the brain space to ask both befuddled Gaz and made his already throbbing cock that much harder. “Get your ass up here and kiss me.” he moaned. Soap did what he was told and shot up from the ground, grabbing his cheek with one hand and his boxers with the other, tugging them down one handed until he could get his hand on Gaz’s cock. Gaz was suddenly aware that he was in danger of being jerked off on the sink while Soap was still mostly clothed.

“God, oh my god, ngh,” Soap was licking behind his ear, Gaz tried to focus in as Soap reached down to gather some of his own slick before reaching for Gaz’s cock, and he only just barely managed to gasp “Don’t you fucking dare jerk me off on the sink while you’re still dressed, John MacTavish.”

Soap whimpered but nodded shakily, he moved his hand to wipe it off on his fatigues but Gaz caught his wrist and licked his fingers clean, looking up to meet Soap’s enormous eyes.

“You are a fucking monster,” Soap said in awe before he pulled back and stripped as quickly as he could, shirt over his head, pants and boxers down at the same time, kicked into the corner of his room along with his boots, he made quick work of finally divesting Gaz of his boxers and then… Soap stood, naked and wet looking at Gaz, naked and hard sat on the sink. It was like they both suddenly realized what they were doing and got shy.

For a moment Gaz was worried maybe this was a mistake, maybe they both acted in the heat of the moment and maybe they should just drop this where it stood and part ways and then Soap was breathing out “Good god, Gaz, look at you,” and Gaz was getting kissed like they were both going to die tomorrow.

“Legs around me.” Soap whispered.

“Wot?” Gaz asked, his teeth on Soap’s ear.

“I’m gonna pick you up again, legs around me.”

Gaz didn’t even pretend to argue as he wrapped his legs around Soap and let himself be carried into the shower. They both yelped and giggled as they worked to get the water temp right and let out twin noises to pleasure when the hot water washed over them.

Gaz leaned in, resting his forehead against Soap’s. “You gonna hold me up all night?”

“That’s the plan,” Soap purred against his mouth, “You’ll have to wash me, though.”

Gaz grinned and rolled his eyes, “Needy.” Gaz hadn’t ever showered with a partner before. Just wasn’t something he’d ever tried. But he was starting to think it was something he’d missed because running soapy hands over Soap’s warm wet body was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever done. Soap kissed him deeply as Gaz scrubbed shampoo into his hair and then idly licked his neck as Gaz washed himself. Next time (and god the idea that they would do this again had Gaz’s toes curling again) Soap was going to slide those hot hands all over Gaz’s body and jerk him off with the body wash. Gaz was so lost in that fantasy he didn’t even notice the hands sliding down his back until there were fingers sliding between his cheeks and a knuckle gently pressing at his hole.

“Soap,” He groaned.

“Mhm, we can use soap for lube.”

Gaz snorted and gave him a gentle headbutt. “Alright, now I don’t even know if I want it.”

“We stop any time you want,” Soap smiled, rocking the knuckle against Gaz’s hole.

“Don’t you bloody dare.” Gaz kissed him and gasped as Soap gently slipped a finger past the tight ring of muscles. “Fuck.”

“You done this before?” Soap asked, pumping slowly.

“Course,” Gaz nodded, “Just, ah, been a minute.”

“Tell me to slow down any time.” Soap kissed the side of his head and went back to work slowly pumping in and out, letting the water and a bit of conditioner ease his passage. Soap was two fingers deep when he felt a small nub and Gaz jerked against him with a yell. “That’s my boy, there we are.” Soap licked a stripe up his neck, rubbing at Gaz’s prostate as he continued to pump. “Get me messy, baby.” Soap nipped at his adam’s apple and Gaz jerked against him, rubbing his cock on Soap’s tight stomach, the wet hair and the hard skin a delicious friction.

“Close.” Gaz grunted, if he was being honest he’d been close since that first ice chip had touched his foot but now he was proper close. His balls tightening, his thighs trembling, he pressed an open mouth kiss to Soap’s jaw as he squeezed around his fingers.

“Give it to me, Gaz, come on, love.” Soap was moving faster now, the wet sound of his fingers pumping in and out filling the shower. He bounced Gaz lightly to adjust him and fuck if that wasn’t what did it. Gaz dug his nails into Soap’s shoulder, gasped, and was cumming across Soap’s stomach.

“Soap,” Gaz kissed the name into his neck and clung onto him, “Soap, fuck.”

“I’ve gotcha, I’ve gotcha,” Soap kissed his temple and with a bit of maneuvering he got enough space between them to wash Gaz’s release from him without putting the man down. They finished their shower and Soap carried them back to the bedroom, bypassing Gaz’s bed and dropping the other man gently onto his own.

“Your place tonight, hm?” Gaz asked, everything was catching up to him and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

“Figure we can do mine tonight and pop over to yours tomorrow.” Soap said, crawling into bed with Gaz, cuddling against his soft naked body on the small mattress. “So long as you’re not sick of me yet.”

Gaz felt Soap kiss the back of his neck and sighed happily, holding the hand that was wrapped loosely around his waist. “Mine tomorrow it is, then.” He sighed.

#soap #john soap mactavish #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #soapgaz #cod fan fic #call of duty fan fiction #enjoy~

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thebeanofdoom · 1 year

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SoapGaz Headcanon

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Headcanons for some tired 141 Sergeants bc I'm abt to go snore mimimi myself. Enjoy

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The 141 had just gotten back from a very long and tiring mission, it was taking their all not to fall asleep in their seats as they flew back home. Even the ever stoic Lieutenant was starting to nodd off, doing that litte head falling forward slightly then startling upright again thing. Price was relaxed against his seat and had his hat pulled down into his face so one couldn't be sure if he was still awake or not. The two sergeants sat next to each other, opposite Price and Ghost. They were leaning against each other, trying to stay awake by talking about random stuff like weird posters they'd see in the building they'd just infiltrated. They were nearing "I'm pretty sure I'm so tired I can see the hat man" territory when the pilot finally announced that'd they were going to land in five. Price moved for the first time in 30 minutes and sat up straight again, while Ghost also snapped back into a more alert state (even though he still looked like death warmed over).

"Alright lads, we'll debrief tomorrow. We all need a fucking nap," Price said as he got up with the typical knee slap thing that old men (especially dads) liked to do.

Ghost followed after him like a lost puppy, seemingly still half asleep but knowing he could follow Price and end up in his own room for a well deserved nap. That left Soap and Gaz in the aircraft, both looking forward to nap time too but also dreading the walk to their rooms. Soap got his shit together first and got up and out of reflex put his hand on the back of Gaz' head to pull him forward a little so he could plant a smooch onto his forehead.

"Sleep well, wee yin." He murmured and turned to walk away, freezing after a step as he realized what he'd one.

Gaz was sitting there, absolutely flabbergasted. Not only had Soap kissed him on the forehead, he had also called him "little one", a term he knew meant that since he'd heard the man call his nieces and nephews that. Soap turned back Gaz and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry about that, its a reflex. I always do that to my nieces and nephews when I'm home, guess I must be more tired than I thought if my brain thinks you qualify for that treatment." Soap explained, chuckling awkwardly.

"Its fine," Gaz said with a tired smile, getting up too and stepping up to Soap. "I liked it. You know what they say, you gotta kiss the homies good night."

"I'm not gonna kiss Price. Or Ghost for that matter. Pretty sure the mad lad would stab me if I tried." Soap grimaced.

"Oh? So you're saying I get special treatment? That's favoritism, Sergeant McTavish." Gaz hummed amusedly.

"So what? Yer gonna punish me for it, Sergeant Garrick?" Soap teased right back with a grin.

Gaz' eyes dropped to the scotsman's lips for a second, then back up to his eyes.

"No, but I think I'm going to return the favor." He almost purred, then leaned in and connected their lips in a short and sweet kiss. He had to chuckle at the noise of surprise that came from Soap and had a short moment of panic as the man seemed to freeze up, before his anxiety was washed away by the feeling of the other man's hands on his hips. They pulled back slowly, small smiles on both of their faces.

"That was unexpected, but very welcome." Soap whispered.

Gaz hummed in agreement, wrapping his arms around Soap's neck and leaning into him. They stayed that way for a few seconds, enjoying the closeness and comfort of the other.

"Alright, as much as I'd love to stay here and cuddle you all day - well, night, by now - but I think I'm about to fall asleep standing up. So, if you wanna keep cuddling me, we best get back to one of our rooms." Gaz said with a yawn.

"Inviting me back to your room already? Damn, buy me dinner first." Soap teased, receiving a weak slap to the shoulder for his joke.

"Oh shut up, you. That's not what I meant and you know it. Now, do you want cuddles or not?" Gaz huffed with a pout.

"How could I ever say no to that face?" Soap smiled and lead Gaz to his room by their entertwined hands for some well deserved rest and cuddles.

And if they stopped a few times along the way to trade a soft kiss or two, well, who was there to judge?

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A/N: Alright, that's it from me, Imma hit the sack (sadly no cuddles for me). Also, if anyone is wondering why Soap has 0 Scottish speech mannerisms, well, that's cuz I know jack shit abt the accent and I don't wanna fuck it up. That one nickname I used I had to google :'D so unless any of you wanna Scot-ify his speech for me, he shall remain unseasoned

#john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley #gazsoap #soapgaz #soap x gaz #gaz x soap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #ghost call of duty

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snootlestheangel · 8 months

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A Guide to All Things Snootles

Primarily a COD blog but it's just straight brain rot. Lotta reblogs but also some very nifty homemade stuff. I am super friendly, I promise! Feel free to send any kind of ask/dm, I'd love the interaction :D Here's my side blog dedicated to my OG work: @snootlessimperfectworld Snootles-made ask game CEO of the SoapGaz Bromance and GirlDad!Price; President of Sleeptalking!Soap; Advocate for Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AUs; SHould be a case study on how down bad I am for Captain John Price

Shadow Company OCs found under "Snootles's Shadow OCs" Initial Post and Ask Reblog; Ness Dump; Flash Dump; Truck Dump; Woody Dump: Here is Art of Ness and Here is a Comic ft. Ness I FUCKING LOVE THESE ARTISTS

The SoapGaz Bromance Series: 1st Post, 2nd, 3rd

Girl!Dad Price: OG Post; Incorrect Quotes (based on a work, see WIPs further down); Random Thing; Another Girl!Dad thing

Things for To Love, To Let Go: Post One, Some Things, Worldbuilding

Sleeptalking!Soap: The Reblog; The Ask

Gaz Has A Twin SIster: Proof, Further Evidence

Soap is Lightning, change my mind

Random YouTuber AU ft. GazAlex: AO3 Link, OG Post, Next Post, First Drabble;

My WIPs:

Silence is Golden But Consequences are Red ;a SoapGhost fic; alternate universe; angst; slow-burn; features the SoapGaz bromance

Of Earthly Things ; SoapGhost fic, Cryptid!Ghost, Cryptid Hunters 141 AU; Cryptids, monsters, witches, demons: anything you heard fairytales of or anything warned about by the elders are very much real. Very real and very much a part of everyday life.The 141 is a small, private group composed of researchers and other cryptid enthusiasts that specialize in monitoring the inhuman populations around the UK. They offer their knowledge and resources to assist those dealing with issues regarding those that aren’t human. It isn’t uncommon for the 141 to help get rid of a goblin infestation, or relocate a fae circle to one of the designated areas. And life is pretty normal for the small team. At least, it is that way before the new hire. Something about him just doesn’t seem to be quite human…

Guardian of Mercy and Men : A Price x f!OC; Price encounters an old friend of his that he had fallen in love with all those years ago; some angst and fluff as they navigate their feelings for each other when she is assigned to the 141 as a combat medic.

To Love, To Let Go : Self-indulgent fic where, after an apocalyptic event in the US, Price meets a kid named Bailey Gray who has lost everything since The Incident. Together, with the help of Nik and the 141, they learn how to love new and let go of others.

Unending Devotion ; Dad!Price fic; he's a girl dad; NikPrice; Gaz is best big brother; daughter is animal hybrid; some angst, some fluff, and everything in between; about to feature a Graves hero arc

His Wounded Cry ; Wolfshifter!Ghost fic; SoapGhost; technically slow-burn?; Ghost gets a family again; just Ghost being loved like he deserves, okay? Here's the worldbuilding post

Dead City ; Left4Dead AU with Task Force 141 trying to survive the apocalypse. Has SoapGhost, some angst, some fluff, lots of cheesy jokes/references to Left4Dead, and Gaz being the unluckiest mf-er to ever exist

Break For Your Heart ; a GhostSoap Prison Break AU ft. Unhinged!Soap and Is Weird to Cope!Ghost; found under the tag "break for your heart" or "prison break au" or "it's unhinged!soap time"; ao3 link

Cheers to the Unknown ; Monster AU featuring Just A Dude!Ghost; random posts made here; most likely won't be full, coherent story, just ramblings all tagged under "cheers to the unknown" Here is the initial post that started this and here is the follow-up worldbuilding post

Random Short Works

It Means I Love You SoapGhost short; catshifter!Ghost

Artemis to His Apollo Gaz has a twin sister short fic

What Am I? SoapGhost angst short; comfort?

COD Boys Play A Board Game: exactly what it sounds like

Thistle A very painful short fic I did that has MCD but I used it as coping for losing a loved one

Screaming Into The Void A short SoapGhost angst fic set in an apocalyptic world

#if you're seeing this when i posted it #no you're not #you see NOTHING #ignore my desire for organization #we just simply admire the pretty colors #snootles ideas #snootles rants #snootlestheangel #want more of my writing? try feelzmaster on ao3

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ohbo-ohno · 2 months

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which short half finished PWP drabble should i finish next?????

#poll #welcome back to im the most indecisive bitch alive

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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Did someone hear Bo say SoapGaz? As if that was not going to send me into a spiral remembering my toxic senior officer thoughts?

I think in a darker timeline Price and Simon are manipulative and awful to their Seargants, they pit them against each other constantly. Like straight up lying about things, punishing Soap and telling him it's because Gaz told them he was slacking during training. Gaz getting rookie duty and they tell him it was Soap who volunteered him. And then they call them into Price's office and let them lose on each other, watch them both struggle to top the other because they know whoever wins gets nicer treatment from their seniors for the next few days.

And they do love one another, fiercely, but Price and Ghost keep them nice and obsessed with seeking their approval to the extent that they cannot help but be toxic with one another a lot of the time because they are trying to claw that approval for themselves.

Personally love adding a reader dynamic in there are well where it's the three of them being put against one another and vying for dominance so they can gang up on one another on a whim.

#mhairidrabbles #truly I have thought about this at length

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captains-price · 1 year

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SoapGaz New Years kiss for @gaz-garrick 🥳 making this my first post of 2023 to hopefully encourage me to get more writing done this year and the gay vibes are what I’m bringing into the new year! Happy new year y’all!

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They didn’t get to celebrate it often. They celebrated it even less together.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to spend the new year on a mission, or to be so busy with life and death situations that it escaped their mind entirely.

On the chance they were actually on leave when New Year’s Eve rolled around, it was hardly ever at the same time as the other 141 members. And it was never all of them together.

That’s what made tonight so special.

They weren’t on leave, technically speaking. But they were on a break between missions as they waited for their next orders to come in and send them to whatever hostile territory they always seemed to get sent to.

But the difference was they were all doing this mission together, and it was 5 minutes until midnight, and that was the important thing, in Gaz’s opinion.

They didn’t have much in terms of decoration as it was an impromptu decision on Soap’s part, but one Gaz had been quick to agree to, and the rest of the team ended up getting dragged into it as well. Their spirit was contagious like that.

They had taken some paper they found in the base they were staying at and written ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR 141’ so large that each letter took up a single page. Price had informed them where they could find some alcohol(it seemed like he had a stash in every base they stayed at but they chose not to question it), and they had all been sipping on it throughout the night. Not enough to get them drunk or stupid, but enough to loosen them up and make their smiles come a little easier.

Alejandro and Rudy had tagged along on the mission early on, and Alejandro’s loud voice carried through the room as he regaled some story to Farah and Alex who were brought in upon arriving at the base for reinforcements. If he was being honest, Gaz had lost the plot of the story 3 non-sequiturs ago but Alejandro’s enthusiasm kept the others entertained.

Ghost and Price were keeping each other entertained with what Gaz assumed was small talk, but it was hard to make out from the corner they had huddled themselves in. Price was smoking a cigar and Ghost had a glass of champagne. His mask was still on his face and Gaz would have thought the glass was just for show but every time he looked back, it was more empty so he figured he was somehow drinking it when no one was looking.

Even Laswell, who unfortunately couldn’t be there, had called and wished them a happy new year and informed them she’d be enjoying some quality time with her wife in this downtime. They all wished her well and sent her on her way.

Gaz felt a wave of fondness start small in his heart and expand through his chest as he watched his closest friends and family chat and mingle together in a moment of genuine happiness. Moments like this were rare for them.

All that’s missing was-

“We put on quite the party, don’t we?” He heard from his side, and when he turned to look, he saw the very man he had just been searching for.

Soap was staring straight ahead at the same scene he had just been looking at. His face was relaxed, more relaxed than Gaz could remember it being for a while. There was an easy upturn to his lips, no doubt feeling just as fond of the rest of the team as he had been.

When he turned to look at Gaz instead with a raised brow and smile so soft that it nearly took his breath away, he realized he still had yet to answer the other man.

“That-that we do.” Gaz said, coughing into his fist to hide his newfound awkwardness. Soap’s smile turned knowing and Gaz felt his lips purse before he was smiling too.

They held each others gaze for a moment before they were laughing, clinking their glasses of imported champagne over something even they couldn’t verbalize.

From there, they were content to stand next to each other in comfortable silence, once again watching their teammates that they’ve come to care so deeply about. It just passed 11:59 when Soap spoke again.

“We should do this more often, Gaz.”

“What’s that, Soap?” Gaz responded quickly, because now that the clock was ticking down, everyone was getting more restless and things were going to pop off soon. “The party? It’s hard to get together like this. This was a miracle enough as is.”

Soap was silent for just a moment longer. “I meant you and me.” Gaz’s head snapped so quickly to look at the sergeant, he swore he heard something pop. It was hard to tell in the dimly lit room, but he swore he saw a warmth to Soap’s cheeks that hadn’t been there before. “We should get together more. Just us. Y’know, away from it all.” Everyone else was still talking together, but at that moment, Gaz only heard Soap.

30 seconds left.

“Soap,” Gaz started, but he was unsure of how to progress. The words didn’t form, and even if they could, there wouldn’t be ones to express what he was feeling in that moment. Instead, as was usually the case, he let his actions speak louder than words.

Carefully, he turned to face Soap fully, and Soap turned towards him when his attention was grabbed. Gaz reached out and took hold of the glass in the other man’s hand. Their fingers brushed as he took it from him, and placed it and his own glass on a nearby table. Soap watched him the whole time with the same intensity he always had. Hyper focused and meticulous. It made Gaz’s skin tingle.

He took a step forward, and another when Soap made no qualms about it. He enjoyed the way Soap’s neck had to crane back to maintain eye contact. Soon, they were chest to chest. 10 seconds left. Everyone else began counting.

“10.”

“You know, Soap. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

“9.”

Soap looked at him with mild surprise before it was schooled by another smile that only Soap probably knew how to do.

“8.”

“Really? That’s tragic, mate. We cannae have that, now can we?”

“7.”

“Care to help me out with it, then?”

“6.”

Soap’s fingers came up to brush against Gaz’s ribs, gently pulling him closer.

“5.”

“I’ll certainly see what I can do.”

“4.”

Gaz rested his hands on Soap’s arms, feeling the well-trained muscle there. Gaz had seen Soap choke out and snap a man’s neck with those same arms.

“3.”

They were leaning closer together now. Soap’s eyes shut slowly, like he needed to drink in every second of Gaz’s face as possible. Gaz’s own eyes started to slide shut.

“2.”

Gaz felt warm breath intertwine with his a second before he felt what followed after it.

“1.”

Anything else they had to say fell away as Gaz leaned down at the same time that Soap pushed up. The kiss was soft, and gentle. Their lips fit together like they were made for it, and they moved in perfect tandem together. They knew each others moves as well now as they did on the battlefield.

It only took one of them tilting their head to deepen the kiss for Gaz to realize he could very easily get addicted to having Soap like this. He didn’t even care that they had an audience.

An audience, which he had been happy to forget about until one of them whistled loud and low. Gaz would have ignored that too, but then Alex was shouting “Get a room, you two!” and Gaz decided he could at least benefit from oxygen again if he was going to keep getting interrupted like this.

They pulled away from each other, and Soap’s half-lidded eyes were so mesmerizing they made Gaz want to kiss him again. He even started to lean forward to do that very thing but then Soap was turning away from him to look back at the team.

“Will you lot mind yer business? We were having a moment here!” He shouted at them, but that blissful smile on his face proved he wasn’t terribly upset with them.

“Yeah, we could all see your moment. That’s the problem.” Ghost chimed in. Soap, of course, wasn’t going to take that.

“Well look away then, ay? Then there won’t be a problem.” He retorted. Gaz heard other voices pop in with their thoughts and the room was filled with chatter again.

He didn’t listen too much. Instead, he leaned down and pecked Soap’s cheek, causing the other man to freeze mid rant and look back at him. They shared another intimate smile and wrapped each other closer in their arms, already leaning closer for more.

“Happy New Year, Kyle.”

“Happy New Year, Johnny.”

#call of duty #soapgaz #gazsoap #soap x gaz #it’s after 2 am as I finish this and I’m so sleepy so I apologize for any mistakes!#and also sorry if that ending seems rushed! I was just so tired 😪#john mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #john soap mactavish #also also this was so much sappier than I thought it was going to be but hopefully not terribly ooc #oh well 🤷‍♂️#mine

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