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00ops1e · 10 months

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taskforce 141 + könig x sick! reader

warnings: emetophobia trigger warning, mentions of puking/being sick, fluff, hurt/comfort maybe??, not proofread a/n: omg here it is. the first cod thing ive written! but not actually theres some filth hiding in my documents. this is totally lowkey a self insert. geared towards female! reader but if you squint at the petnames could be gn. i've been so so sick lately and tbh scares me a lil but what cant be fixed by fictional men?? nothing.

Ghost

A little bit of a germaphobe

Will take off his mask, but replace it with a medical mask

Only so he can still hold you, just with a peace of mind

He does NOT want to get sick too

Because then how could he take care of you?

Always has a puke bowl at the ready

Orders your favorite takeout, even if you don’t feel like eating

Because hes a firm believer in leftovers.

Which may just be the cause of this

But you'd never tell him. poor man would get so guilty he had forgotten to throw it away.

Puts on a movie and lets you fall asleep on his chest

I feel like he’s a cold-blooded type of person, doesn’t generate much heat

but makes up for it in comfort

so many blankets

so so many.

Checks your temperature in your sleep

Lowkey counts respirations just to be sure

Makes sure you keep hydrated

Will bring you to urgent care if he’s really worried

No matter how much you protest!

Soap

Squeamish when it comes to throwing up

Will try his very best to stay with you, but sometimes ends up running from the room

Because the last thing he'd wanna do is gag at you

While hes ran away he gets a cold rag to press on your forehead, and clean you up a bit in the process

"yer hidin? awh bonnie i wasnt meanin' to embarrass ye" he says while taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his eyes

"sickness and health yeah? i wanna take care of you"

Insists on rubbing vicks/ vaporub on you

Not because hes a little perv (he is)

But because he loves you and the sniffles break his little heart

peppers kisses across your collarbones, vicks smell clogging his nose

but he’s too focused on the goosebumps that rise on your skin, your little shivers

“Awh, my poor sick lass,”

Constantly checking for a fever

Forcing you to stay in bed, even after you feel better, “not takin chances, rest up.”

this man on the other hand is a human space heater

throwing a blanket on and off the two of you, getting too hot and then shortly after too cold.

not as convenient when it’s hot out lol

head rubs

Gaz

Tries to bring you to a doctor/ urgent care immediatley

Will try to call an ambulance over a slight fever

Stocks up on pedialyte/makes sure youre hydrated

Cuddles constantly, does not care if he catches anything

loves being the big spoon so he can lay in the crook of your neck and still hold onto you tight

Has extra blankets on deck

entertains you with silly little jokes

but then apologizes while giggling because you laughed so hard it hurt a little.

Will feed you cold medicine/tums

teases you when you complain about taking them

“i don’t need you gettin any grumpier love”

Will hold back your hair/ stroke your back while youre getting sick

gets offended when you get embarrassed about it

“are you judging my girl?” he teases you

Tries his best to cook, but lowkey fails miserably

Resorts to cup of noodles and lipton packets.

Price

Such dad vibes

Will make soup or other comfort foods from scratch

And his cooking skills are unmatched

Runs you a shower/bath and washes your hair for you

back rubs and massages

pressing small kisses to your shoulders as he works

also a human heater but not too hot, just the perfect temperature

also just the perfect shape to spoon you, cradling every inch of your body

“I hate it when my baby’s sick,” he says, rubbing soft circles into your side

Doesnt even have to make a pharmacy run because hes so well prepared

Feeds you medicine, on the dot, every few hours after it wears off

(he totally sets reminders in his phone. [typing like an old person with reading glasses on])

Will stay in bed all day with you, quietly typing and mumbling to himself while you nap at his side

occasionally leaning down to kiss your forehead while he works

the computer goes away as soon as you wake up

"how're you feeling princess?"

loves having you in his arms, pulled close to his chest

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch (bridal style ofc)

Will hold your hair back, refuses to leave your side

“Of course youre not gross darling, we all get sick,”

Konig

rubs your back as you're hunched over the toilet

will sit down with you on the floor, back up against the bathtub when its too much of a risk to leave the bathroom

just wants to keep you company :(

"take as long as you need, liebling"

fills up the tub while still convincing you to get in

he promises you'll feel better after

caves and offers to join you as a last resort to get you cleaned up

Long baths, cuddling in the warm water

Letting the steam clear your sinus

Brushes and braids your hair

when you start feeling better but are still running a fever, hes worried.

but youre dealing with a burst of energy and simply must start with the housework

konig will put you over his shoulder and escort you back to bed

will paint your nails in bed to entertain you, anything to keep you still and in bed

Lets you put your cold feet on him, but only when you dont feel good

totally unprepared because i feel like this man has an immune system of steel

makes a quick pharmacy run, but has to call you for the shopping list bc oops he forgot

depending on how sick you are, lets you come along for the ride

“promise you’ll stay in the car ja?”

always returns with a sweet little treat or small gift/toy for you

“gesundheit!” as he chuckles at your sneeze

jokes that maybe he should put a mask on you

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cowyolks · 1 year

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The reader is walking to their bunk only to hear their name spoken rather 'heavily' in an intimate state. Soap is touching himself to the thought of them but the reader has a choice of walking by or helping maybe

Eat your words (John ‘Soap’ MacTavish) 18+

Warnings: Switch! Soap, fingering, oral (male receiving), p in v, creampie, soap being a whiny lil sub, masturbation, teasing, I’m sure there is more.

A/n: put on your party hats people! It’s about to get wild.

It was late, your body was tired, yet you had been up trying to keep track of the mounds of paperwork that scattered the area. Your desk was already a mess, so you decided to hole up in the rec room on the comfortable sofa. Now that you thought about it, you probably shouldn’t have picked the lounge. The cushions were simply too comfortable, and you felt your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head in exhaustion.

Releasing a big yawn, you stacked the files, not bothering to take them up to your scattered room. You’d work on them tomorrow, if you didn’t procrastinate.

You stood, stretching slightly as your tank top rose off your stomach, allowing the cold air to breeze across the skin. Shuddering, you began to quietly creep towards your room, hoping you wouldn’t wake up any of your teammates.

Your hand raised to the doorknob, but before you began to open it you heard the distinct call of your name. It was low and quiet, nearly lost in the stillness of the night. You shook your head, blaming your sleepiness for hearing things, yet as you began to unlock your door again, you heard the low groan of your name.

Curious, you began to sneak down the hall to the boys quarters, pinpointing the noise from one of their rooms.

It was MacTavish.

You heard the heavy calling of your name again, except this time your eyes blew out wide and your cheeks reddened at the simple tone of his voice. His door was shut tightly, but apparently he had no regard of how loud he actually was.

Hesitantly, you brought your knuckles up to his door, knocking softly against the material. You heard a loud thud and a curse from the other end. Looking down, you felt embarrassed, why had you knocked on the door?

But you stood frozen as heavy footsteps approached the other end of the door. With a rattle, Soap unlocked the door, cracking it open so only his head peaked out. He gazed down at your small frame, eyes rounding a fraction. “Y/n!” He whispered, surprise lacing his tone, a much different tone than he was using earlier.

You decided to play dumb, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looked you up and down. “Did you need something, MacTavish?” You asked, almost hoping he would say something.

Soap tried to play it off, clearing his throat before rushing to think of something on the spot. “Umm, yeah. I have this paperwork I wanted you to sign.” He lied, still standing with half of his body being concealed by the door.

“Okay. Where are they?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully as he didn’t retreat from behind the door, it was always fun teasing Soap on missions, he became flustered so easy at the innuendos you spoke of. He gulped, “It’s late, I’ll just give them to you tomorrow. Besides I’m pretty tired.” He brushed you off, your eyes caught on his upper body, how his muscles of his chest were taut over his black tee.

“Why can’t I just grab them real quick and sign em’ tonight?” You pushed, a smirk painting on your lips at the panic that crossed over his face like you hadn’t heard him moan your name.

“Alright. Fine.” He gritted out, clenching his jaw. He pushed the door out, letting you inside his dimly lit room. His eyes fluttered shut as you waltzed in, your perfume causing his dick to twitch. Instead of making your way to his desk, you turned to him, sizing him up before allowing your eyes to fall to the dark sweatpants that hung low off his hips. Your eyes flicked lower. Soap did a good job of hiding his erection, tucking it into the waistband of the pants.

“How often do you think of me when you jerk that cock of yours, hmm?” You questioned boldly, shocking yourself at the vile words that flew out of your mouth. Soap flinched.

“I-” He started, but he choked on his words as you began to make your way over to him. The next words brought him to his knees.

“How about I finish what you started.”

Soap closed his eyes, gulping gently as his Adam’s apple bobbed against his throat. “You can’t just say things like that to me,” he whined, feeling himself physically ache with need. You were in front of him, a starry look in your eye as you placed a hand on his lower stomach, feeling him flex his abs from the fiery touch.

“I wasn’t joking.” You slipped a careful finger under his waistband, tracing his v-line at an agonizingly slow pace. He jolted, releasing a sigh as he slammed his eyes shut again. You snapped your finger against his waist band, instead bringing both of your palms up to his chest, then to his neck. You helped him pull his tee over his shirt, before pulling him closer.

“Jesus.” Soap mumbled as you slowly used your nails to scrape down his toned stomach. His hands moved to your waist on instinct, holding them tight against his body. “Tell me what you want, Johnny,” You commanded, feeling your own heat flood to your stomach as this man melted beneath your touch.

“I want you.” He growled out, bringing his hand past your waist to the soft curve of your ass, he squeezed harshly.

“Good Man.” You praised, raising on your tip toes, you brought your lips to his. Eagerly, Soap crushed you against him, bringing his hot tongue against your lip almost immediately. You hummed, opening your mouth slightly so he could explore. Your hands travelled down to his waist again, dipping past the pants and boxer briefs to feel his dick.

It was warm and already rock hard against your soft hand. Soap let out a gasp as you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, quickly you kissed him deeper, swallowing his noise. Blindly, you slipped him out of his clothing, feeling a gentle thud of his pants hitting the hardwood floor. Your hand was still on his dick, holding it in place as Soap kicked his pants to the side all while kissing you so hard he was bruising your lip.

Brushing your thumb against his tip, you felt warm and leaking pre-cum pool around his slit, carefully you rubbed it down his shaft, “oh shit.” Soap inhaled breaking apart from your kiss to throw his head back as his knees buckled. You pumped him a couple times, relishing in the sounds of his groans.

“You want my mouth around you, Sergeant?” You whispered against his throat, nipping slightly as he struggled to stay standing. “You’re killing me.” He gasped out, which only fueled you to pump him quicker. “That wasn’t an answer, Johnny.”

“Fuck yes.” He breathed, his eyes burning into you as you ushered him back until his thick calves hit the back of his bed. He sat quickly, looking up at you with a pleading look as you lowered to a crouch. You got a good look at his massive erection, twitching up against his stomach in the most pathetic way.

You shuffled, until you were entrapped between his thighs, locking you into a cage before you kissed the inside of it. “Please.” You heard him beg, his voice low and gravely as his Scottish accent grew stronger. Finally, you parted your lips, allowing your tongue to lick a long and hot stripe up his enormous shaft. Soap whined, threading his fingers through your hair as he gently tugged. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your wet mouth down upon the tip.

“Just like that, princess.” Johnny mumbled, cradling the side of your neck with his rough hands, his pre cum was salty and warm, but you lapped it up like it was your last meal, Soap’s moans only fueling your fire to take all of him in your mouth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long, your pretty mouth around me.” He shivered as he met your eyes. You hummed, the vibrations bouncing off your throat were enough to make him whine, his breathing picking up as you continued the lethally slow pace.

“All I think about is you, hen.” He fell back against the mattress as you palmed his balls, all while bringing your mouth down on his whole length, your nose bumping against his pelvis. He shuddered again as your pace quickened, and it took everything in him not to spill his cum down your pretty throat.

“Stop, stop. I want to feel you before I cum.” Soap begged, sitting up as you released him with a satisfyingly wet pop.

You took a step back, stripping down to your panties and bra. Soap watched as you pitched the clothes to the side, his eyes blown wide and pupils dark as he drank you up. “Like what you see, Sergeant?” You teased him more. Soap growled, pulling you to him so you straddled onto his hips. He snatched the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips as you ground your hips against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He complimented, bringing his hand around the middle of your back before unclipping your bra with a twist of his finger, letting it fall as a hand immediately went to your breast’s, palming the soft tissue with a sigh. His other hand clutched your inner thigh, before sneaking to your drenched panties and pulling them to the side.

Soap hummed in surprise; a small grunt of satisfaction left his throat as he felt just how wet you truly were. “You wet like this the whole time? Just for me?” He questioned, not giving you a chance to answer before pushing a thick finger inside of you. You mewled, resting your head against the crook in his neck as he stretched your inner walls.

“Johnny…” you started, feeling yourself slowly lose control of the situation as Soap took over. He pushed another digit into you, groaning at the tightness of your pretty cunt. He moved at a quick pace, now bringing his thumb up to your clit, spinning in slow and agonizing circles as you lost control.

“I’m going cum…” you warned him as you felt your lower stomach twist as heat began to flood your senses. “Cum for me, lass.” He spoke lowly, kissing your lips as he swallowed your moans and cries as you clenched around him. “That’s it.” He praised before slipping his dripping fingers from your hole.

You panted, recovering from the high as you watch him suck each and every one of his fingers, humming at the taste of yourself on his skin. “You ready for me, darling?” He asked not even a full minute later, positioning you above him, and playfully brushing the head of his cock against your weeping opening.

“Johnny, please.” You slurred, feeling drunk with pleasure of your latest orgasm. Soap smirked, biting down on his lip as he managed the right angle before releasing his hold on your hips, you sunk down on him slowly, immediately feeling your walls stretch to fit his immense size.

The Scot sucked in a breath, pleased with how you hugged around him in a way that made his already throbbing dick pulse. “You’re so tight, darling.” He groaned as you pushed your hips down, swiveling as his head hit your sweet spot.

“I can’t believe my dick is in you right now.” He took hold of your hips in a bruising grip, helping you bounce up and down on his shaft hard and fast. You panted, feeling sweat build on your forehead as you worked. But your pace didn’t seem to be enough for John, who roughly flipped you over on your back, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he pounded into you harder.

His dog tags dropped from around his neck, dangling towards your lips as he mercilessly hit your g-spot. You moaned, not caring if the Task Force heard just how well Soap was treating you.

“I’m really close, sweetheart,” Soap admitted just as you felt the pleasant sensation of your own orgasm building. “Me too.” You gasped out, watching as his eyes lit up as his thrusts grew sloppier. You felt the sweet feeling of your release just as Soap threw back his head, emptying into you with a satisfied yelp. Your name leaving his mouth like a prayer.

You both huffed, as Soap dropped down onto the mattress beside you, a drunk grin on his face as he pleasantly kissed your neck.

“You might need to help me jerk off again, sweetheart.” He teased.

#cod #soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soapmactavish #John MacTavish x reader #John soap MacTavish smut #modern warfare

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whereare-myglasses · 3 months

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Soap: If you think about it-

Ghost: Don't make me think

#this happened between me and my roommate this morning and I immediately thought of them #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #soapmactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #two halves of a whole idiot #modern warfare #incorrect modern warfare quotes

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alexgscod · 10 months

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GhostSoap <3

Twitter / Patreon for Variants+NSFW+Animations / DA

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radiantblog-cod · 6 months

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"Bad News"

if you want to join the petition:

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13ag21k · 9 months

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Ghostsoap fandom💖 can you please tell me which games do I have to play and what comics or stories do I have to read to understand these characters and their dynamic well? Someone please help me, the amount of games and content available is a tiny bit overwhelming <3 <3 please & thank you 💖

#im new to this fandom #have been lurking about for a while #but want to get into call of duty for these two idiots despite hating shooting and war based games #but i love them your honor #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost riley #soapmactavish #help me guys #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2

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nymahjoie · 7 months

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Day four of kinktober '23, featuring f!yn, Gaz, Soap, and doubling up.

[ao3] / text in read below

Funny what a little too much alcohol in your system can do. You weren’t piss drunk, you still had your wits about you, but you wouldn’t be walking a straight line for at least a few hours. All happy, throwing a smile at anyone who moved within a three-foot radius of you. Just more pleasant, friendly, and giddy when inebriated.

So when your fellow sergeants suggest heading back to the lodgings a little early, you don’t complain. Inhibitions out the window and all, much like your clothes. Not literally, Soap hadn’t been that careless in his hasty removal of your top and pants. They were…somewhere on the floor of Gaz’s room. You hoped at least.

Not that you cared much for that now, not when you’re pressed chest to chest with Gaz, Soap knelt between you with his tongue working its way between your folds. A mixture of saliva and arousal trails down your thigh as Soap shifts your hips forward to get a better angle on you.

“Shit,” you breathe, dropping your head onto Gaz’s shoulder; the smell of vetiver and vanilla lingering there from his cologne.

“No, no, no,” he tuts and takes your face in his hands, lifting it back up, “Don’t hide. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

Pretty is one way to put it, face flushed with your eyes glazed over. If only Gaz had thought to keep his phone nearby so he could get a picture to keep for later when the three of you were separated. For now, he’d settle for a mental picture and enjoying you and the way you react to Soap’s tongue in the here and now. His eyes flicker down to where Soap’s tongue is working its magic. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through him, his own desire growing with each moan that escapes your lips.

Those beautiful expressions switch from brow-furrowed concentration to dazed unfocus when Soap’s mouth moves forward to seal around that little bundle of nerves, two fingers filling his tongue’s absence. Instantly you whine, weight leaning into Gaz as your legs briefly give way. Ever the gentleman, his arm snakes around your waist to help support your body.

“God, you are a sight right now, love,” he whispers into your hair, “Wish you could see what Johnny’s doing to you.” He presses gentle kisses to your neck, his stubble grazing against your skin. "You like that, don't you?"

The idea makes you moan and you can feel Soap’s grin as he draws another whine from you when pulls his mouth away and withdraws his fingers. “‘Nough teasin’. K, get down ‘ere.” He slips between your legs to sit behind you, one hand full of cheek while his slick fingers move two inches backward, making you gasp when one presses against the tight ring of muscle. Gaz obliges the other man, his kisses moving lower down your chest, stomach, and one final one below your navel before his mouth takes the place of Soap’s. With a mischievous grin, Soap continues to apply gentle pressure, slowly working his finger and tongue against the clenching entrance.

All you can do is choke back a rather embarrassing sound, fingers curling into Gaz’s coarse hair as they each take handfuls of your ass and thighs. You curse again, your body unsure of which direction it wants to rock, just knowing it wants more. Each twitch in one direction has a tongue chasing you in the opposite one until you’re not sure if you can remain standing on your own. The pressure in your core builds like a carbonated drink being slowly shaken up, but you don’t want the cap to be twisted off, not yet.

Being the needy thing you are, you want more. Crave more of them, never satisfied with just this. You tell the two men knelt around you as such (in so many words), tugging their heads away from your slick, sensitive skin by taking handfuls of their hair.

For a man of his build, Soap moves to stand with a quickness that could rival a competitive sprinter and removes his pants, not even bothering to wipe his mouth clean. Equally if not more eager to give you the contact you crave, clear in the way he captures your mouth with his. Hardening flesh ruts against the back of your thigh.

“Careful, Johnny. Don’t suffocate her.” Gaz sits back on his heels to look up at the two of you, his hands trailing up and down your thighs when your body tenses at the intrusion of the Scot’s fingers between your cheeks. For all his preparation, it’s still unexpected, though welcome once your brain convinces your muscles to relax.

“S’just payback for all the times she took my breath away tonight.” He chuckles, parting from your lips long enough to let you catch your breath before closing on you once again. Once satisfied that you can handle him, Soap’s fingers retreat to line himself up and slowly press in as his other hand rests on your back, guiding you to hinge forward. “Fuck. That’s it, lass. Just lean up on Kyle there, yeah?”

You nod, hands planted on Gaz’s shoulders for support and forehead to his. His hands settle onto your waist to draw soothing circles when your brow furrows at six inches finding themselves where they ought not to be. “Perfect, pretty thing. You’re doing amazing,” his lips find your temple, kissing it. “Think you can handle more?” Another nod accompanied by a whispered “Yes” from you is all the answer Gaz needs to help you back into a standing position, ass flush with the front of Soap’s hips.

His strong arms wrap around your waist to ease your weight off the ground so your legs can settle around Gaz’s middle when he stands. You groan at the change in pressure in your abdomen and your head falls back against Soap’s shoulder, head turning to press a series of needy kisses to his neck. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muses upon hearing the sweet moans that fill his ears as Gaz sinks into you, The two men hold you between them, sharing your weight, for a few moments, allowing you to get familiar with the feeling of them.

You finally lift your head and kiss them each in turn. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?” Soap asks, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Yeah,” you repeat back, giving your hips an experimental roll that causes your head to fall back again with a moan, “Amazing.”

They share a look and a silent nod before partially moving out, and then back in. Slow and easy movements until a rhythm is found that works for the three of you. Opposite time from the other, ensuring that at least one hole was filled fully while the other ached for more. Back and forth you rock between them; grunts, moans, and panting fill the otherwise silent space in these four walls.

You can feel the pressure building in your core again as they push and pull their way in and out of you, the fullness from their lengths making it difficult to concentrate on little else. They move faster, Gaz’s thumb finding your clit and rolling it in circles over the sensitive nerves while Soap’s teeth dig into your shoulder. Your moaned curses get louder and more desperate; the bottle being shaken to its breaking point until finally, the cap comes off. Your body tenses and spasms between them as they continue in their movements and your fingernails dig into Gaz’s arms, needing to find something to ground you as your orgasm overtakes your vision and heartrate muffles all other sounds.

Reality comes back to you only to feel hot spurts shooting onto your thigh as Gaz strokes out his own orgasm. You catch his scrunch face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss that muffles your moans as Soap continues to chase his own completion. A few more good thrusts and he finds it, filling you while planting wet kisses across the back of your shoulders and neck.

“Atta girl, you fuckin’ beautiful thing.”

“Did wonderful, love. Took us so well.”

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You’re a right mess.”

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kcmactavish · 3 months

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First post on Tumblr? Hello out there

#neil ellice #soapmactavish #callofduty #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #fanart #soapghost #ghoap

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gold0kapi · 10 months

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Quick lil’ sketch comic

Ghost needs a medic asap, his blood pressure is dangerously high

(Ghost has no idea what to do about his crush on Soap and its just awkward and embarrassing for everyone...)

#ghostsoap #soapghost #fanart #call of duty #cod #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simonghostriley #soapmactavish #digital art

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valleyrite8 · 1 year

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another day of revival

what’s resident permanence on tumblr lolol

ok heres pics of yuri n soap because i love them to death

where tf did the notifications come from also

#yuri #soap #soapmactavish #yurimw3 #mw3 #oldcod #callofduty #shitposting #yurisoap #howlonghaveivebeenhere #soapcallofduty #yuricallofduty #modernwarfare3

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cowyolks · 1 year

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MEDIC (John Price x Reader)

Summary: After patching up the 141, you notice the captain attempting to hide one of his injuries from you.

Warnings: sfw, blood, injuries, fluff, Captain Price being a hunk. My first post since like 2015.

Words: idk, more than 10.

You poked your tongue out as you concentrated on the needle and thread that you slowly and precisely thread through Soap’s arm. With a final tie, you finished his stitches, patting him on the shoulder as you stood from the chair you sat in.

“Take it easy the next few days, Suds.” You teased, Soap whacked you playfully on the side at the teasing nickname. He winced as it nearly tore the stitches you had just slaved away at.

“Oi! Watch it.” You reprimanded him jokingly, yet a twang of seriousness escaped your voice. Soap smiled apologetically, “sorry, Doc.”

“Go get some rest, sergeant. If you need anything I’ll be here.” She shoved him in his back, watching him retreat out the doors before turning to Ghost and Price. “Alright, Ghost?” You turned to him next, seeing as Price was only staring at you from afar, not moving to come closer to you.

“Bangs and scrapes, Doc.” He spoke low. You were used to Simon blowing off his injuries, you rolled your eyes, before assessing him. It was the truth, Ghost only had little bruises and cuts. You wiped off some blood on his eyebrow with an alcohol wipe, before giving him a couple pain killers and sending him on his way.

That just left you and Price.

“Captain.” You nodded towards him. Price and you had a rocky start to your relationship. He didn’t trust you around his team in the beginning, but the longer you stayed and patched up his team the more he began to respect you. Now he saw you as a friend, sometimes even more.

“Y/n.” He greeted back, before making his way towards you, his boonie hat sat low on his head, blocking his eyes. “You guys sure took a beating. Rough waters?” You asked, tracing over him until you saw the reddish brown tinge of dried blood on the side of his torso. “You could say that.” Price chuckled before bringing his hand up and itching his beard lightly.

“Is that your blood?” You asked, taking a step closer and watching as John took one step back. “No.” He tried to stop your ongoing interrogation, but you could see through his lies.

“It’s nothing I can’t patch up myself, Love.” Your heart quickened at the pet name, but that didn’t stop the scowl from painting across your face.

“Sit, Price. That’s an order.” You demanded, you watched as Price rose a brow, but did as you told him anyways. He sat on the medical table, taking off his hat. His hair was messy from the mission and his cheeks were red from the cold.

You turned away from him, feeling his gaze burn into your back as you gathered supplies. After gathering everything you needed, you placed them on the table next to him. “Lose the vest, Captain.” You ordered, and Price went to work on the many zippers and buttons before wincing when it came to his one side. “Stop, we don’t want you ripping open your wound more.” You grabbed his wrist, instead stepping between his legs to unfasten the vest for him.

Finally, you pulled it from his head, leaving him in just an olive-colored long sleeve that hugged his arms and chest. Your eyes trailed lower noticing the gash that traveled from his side around to his back.

“John, you should have came to me first. This is serious.” John chuckled, bringing his hand back to pull off the fabric over his head, discarding it next you. “That’s nothing. I’ve got you to patch me up anyways.” You scowled, not appreciating him blowing you off.

Grabbing his wrist, you placed it on your shoulder so you could begin cleaning the wound. His hand clamped down on your collarbone, softly squeezing it as you worked.

“I don’t want to have to patch you up every time. You need to be more careful.” You scolded as you began to thread the needle and start on his stitches. He didn’t flinch at the sharp pokes pulling his skin back together.

His opposite hand reached up, pulling a loose strand of hair behind your ear softly. His warm breath fanned across your face as he sighed. It smelt of tobacco and a sweet cinnamon, likely from his cigars.

“It’s my job, Love. You know how it goes. We get dirty so the world stays clean.” He reminded you. Quietly you finished his stitches. You wrapped some gauze around the area, before taping it off and sitting up straight.

“I want you to stay safe. I care about you John.” You admitted. His face was close to yours, the hand clutched to your collar bone pulled you closer, until you were wrapped in his hold. Your cheekbone pressed against his neck as he held onto you.

“And I care for you.” John whispered against your hold, finally pulling you back only slightly. He leant forward, his forehead pressed against yours before his lips warmly hit yours. You relaxed into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck before pulling away to breathe.

A soft smile broke onto his lips, as he held onto your hips.

“Go get some sleep, Doc. You’ve done me proud today.”

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