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Alive / Part IX

Word count: 156

The walk down the stairs was rather awkward. Soap was grinning to himself, Ghost desperately trying to make his boner go away.

The table was set with fresh bread, strawberries, cheese, sausage and all kinds of delicious food. Ghost suddenly felt how hungry he was.

"I don't know what you boys planned to do today", Molly said between bites, "Callum and I are going to the fair, and Isla and Alec wanted to go to the city and buy some new clothes for the kids, they are growing so fast", she gently pinched Archie's cheek.

Soap thought for a moment, smirking at Ghost. "We're gonna take it easy today, mum. Maybe go for a hike later, yea?", he looked at Ghost. A million thoughts raced through Ghosts head, most of them on how much he wants Soaps hands on his body again. "Yes, sure, hiking. Love that", he said awkwardly.

Molly grins. She really loves weddings.

Noch fünf Minuten

Notes: Noch fünf Minuten (Five more minutes). Word count: 173

It had been an... active night. You lay in bed next to König, who was slowly waking up. He looked at you with half lidded eyes. "Guten Morgen, Liebling", he mumbled. "Morning", you chuckled, kissing his forehead. You scooted over to the edge of the bed, wanting to get up and get dressed. "Noooo", König yelped playfully, grabbing you by the waist. "I have to get up, darling", you complained. He pulled you closer, wrapping his burly arms around you, successfully immobilizing you. How big he really was got even more obvious when you back was pressed against his broad chest. "Let me go, Königg", you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, which was no use. "Nu uh", König mumbled, wrapping his body around yours and caressing your skin. You stopped struggling, knowing it was no use. His hand snaked lower, it was obvious what he wanted. You swatted his hand away, still too spent from yesterday. "Noch fünf Minuten", he murmered, burying his face in your neck. Fine, noch fünf Minuten.

Alive / Part lll

Word count: 486

The next few weeks went by agonisingly slow. While the others were training, Soap had to stay in bed. Even if he were allowed to get out, he couldn't. The damage done to his brain impacted his balance, coordination and speech. He already dreaded the months, maybe even years of physical therapy needed.

The only good thing in this whole shit show was Ghost. He came every day around 1700 (5pm for the Americans). Soap tried to hide his excitement when he heard the heavy footsteps approach his door, but it worked poorly. He told himself it was just because he was glad about any distraction, even though his heart didn't beat so fast that the machine started beeping every time Gaz or Price came over.

The conversations with Ghost were nice. Other than the first time when he woke up, the lieutenant wasn't weirdly nervous. Since Soap didn't have much to tell other than that his nurse painted her nails blue, Ghost was usually the one to talk. He told him about training, mostly. How Gaz managed to land face first while fast roping, or how Price was heard screeching like an eagle when a mouse wormed its way into his rucksack. (He still denies it, claiming it was a bird). They talked about the most mundane and sometimes, quite frankly, most boring things. How yesterday in chow hall, they had chilli con carne but without chilli and without carne. But Soap is thankful for every minute he gets to spend with Ghost. Even if they run out of things to talk about, it is a comfortable silence. Ghost brings Soap books, and since his eyes and head start hurting after a while, he reads them to him. If only Soap could focus on the actual story and not how Ghosts lips move behind the mask, how his deep voice grows calm and soothing. He wished he could raise his hand and cup Ghosts jaw, gently tracing his bottom lip.

"Johnny? Y' listening?", Ghosts eyes looked up at him, deep brown, like the leaves on a chestnut tree in autumn. He was getting distracted again. "Er, ya, m' 'ere, lt", he stuttered. Ghost sighed. "Y' should sleep a bit." He looked at his watch. "''t's 1900 already (7pm). Don't wanna strain that fragile lil head 'f yours.", he grinned under the mask. Soap rolled his eyes playfully. "Ugh, fuck you, Ghost" "Later." He got up and placed the book (Ballad of songbirds and snakes) on the nightstand. "Y' need anything else?". Those damn eyes looked at him again. Soap wished he could live in them. "M' fine. See you 'morrow?" Ghost nodded, winking before closing the door behind him.

Soap sank back in the pillows with a groan. "Bithidh an bastard sin 'n a bhàs dhomh-sa". (That bastard is gonna be the death of me)

He couldn't wait to wait to see him again tomorrow.

Are we gonna get a part four for love potion pretty please I‘m eating drywall right now

Of course!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Soap went into the woods that night with Ghost to search for the beast. Well, that’s why Ghost invited him. He was collecting some of the ingredients for Roach. And then he did it the next night. And the next. Eventually, it had been two full cycles of the moon. 

Ghost had become slightly more lax around him. Not much, but if his armor exposed some of his skin or he just didn’t know what to say, he let Soap know. He joked with Soap. Soap was pretty sure he smiled at him. He swore he heard it in his voice. 

Right now, Ghost casually took off his mask. This far away from his beloveds, his eyes were normal. His hair had been cut a bit shorter since they had last talked. Soap wanted to draw him. Or kiss his freckles. Or both. “Hungry?” 

If he had less of a filter, he would’ve said yes, for him. The time together did not do him any favors. Instead of finding flaws with him, something to convince him that his crush is stupid. All it did was make him want him more and more. Sometimes all he wanted was to press his face against Ghost’s neck. 

If he was honest, with all of his spare time being used for Roach as well, he had a similar feeling. He wanted to press against him, kiss him breathless.

It was a good thing neither wanted him as it would impossible to ever choose. 

Soap nodded. “I could eat.” He pulled his bag out and sat down to lean against a tree. He expected Ghost to pick a different tree to sit at but instead, he sat right next to Soap, thighs almost pressed together. “We do this for how long, sir? Won’t Lord Roba miss you?”

“He’s found his time with me.” Ghost sighed. “Always does.” He stole a piece of the goat cheese Soap had and popped it in his mouth. 

Soap watched him, fascinated with how his teeth chewed through things. He took a piece of the fruit Ghost had and ate it quietly. 

Memories faded. That was part of the passage of time. But that night had been sealed into his brain. Ghost in the throes of pleasure, head tilted back, mouth open. Soap knew he could do better than them. With no spell, he was sure he could do better by Ghost. 

Maybe it was a bit of a wicked thought.. Especially with what he knew Ghost went through. But God that did not help his feelings for him. He wanted to kiss him desperately. To touch him. Run his fingers through his hair. Press against him. 

“Finds time?”

“In the morning. Today he decided to get my time before I left.” 

Soap glanced at him, biting his jealous back. Now that he pointed it out, Soap could see the bites right at the edge of his collar. “Hmm. And when do you sleep?”

Ghost laughed. “I don’t sleep.”

“Elf thing?”

“Ghost thing. Never slept well. Especially not now a days.” Ghost closed his eyes. 

“Did they do something that hurts?”

Ghost paused and glanced at him. “Why do you care?”

“I want to know if you’re hurt.” Soap answered honestly. 

He seemed to accept that answer as he nodded and looked away again. “Some cuts on my thighs. I can move just fine. My fault?”

“How was it your fault?”

Ghost finished his food and sighed. He glanced at him. “Haven’t found the thing yet. They’re punishing me until I find it.” 

Soap nodded. “We’ll find it.” Or he’d die trying. He hated the idea of Ghost being punished for the crime of not being able to track a creature that might not even exist. 

Ghost sighed. “I hope we don’t. I can take it. It’s just a creature following it’s nature. Doesn’t deserve to die for that. I’m used to being hurt.”

“You joked about eating it.”

“I’ll make the most of it if we do. I won’t hesitate to kill it. But… I don’t want to. I stopped wanting to hurt anyone a long time ago.” Ghost smiled and closed his eyes. 

Soap swallowed and chose to sit in silence with that. He looked at him, wanting to kiss him. 

Simon looked at him. Soap could feel the difference. Something changed from one second to another. “Johnny.”

“Simon, do you think if we were miles away, things would be different?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were somewhere else, miles removed from everything, what would you do?” 

Ghost thought about it for a minute. “I’d go home to Roba and Pilar as soon as I could.” 

Soap felt his heart break. “Ah. I see. Let’s keep going.” 

Ghost nodded and got up, pulling his mask back on. 

The two of them ventured further out and Soap looked for the last two ingredients on his list. Something from Ghost and foxgloves. They had something to do with deception and the breaking of it. 

Soap had no clue how he was going to get something from Ghost. He did tell Ghost he was looking for foxglove. When asked why he’d need foxglove, he fumbled before just awkwardly explaining they were his favorite.

Ghost had stared at him for a minute before they continued through the night. As the moon started to set, Soap realized it was another night without the plant he needed and another day where Ghost would be punished for not finding this fucking thing. 

Soap sighed as they circled the entire town. “Guess we’ll have to call it a night, Simon.” He turned around and paused. 

Ghost had a bundle of foxglove out. “Here. I passed some earlier.” 

Soap swallowed and took it slowly. “Thank you.” 

Ghost nodded and left him alone there. Soap looked at the flowers in his hand and swallowed thickly. His hand came up slowly to touch the buds. 

It took him a long time to walk away from that spot as his head spun. But eventually he did. He went straight to Roach. 

Roach who beamed when he saw him. Roach who always let him stay longer than he needed to. 

Roach who took the foxglove and noticed an important detail. 

Ghost had used his handkerchief to hold the stems together. 

“Everything I need.”

This was the only drawing I could find rn, drew this a few years ago (I was fifteen, so it ain't a masterpiece). Enjoy a 09 Captain John Soap MacTavish.

(His eyes are brown cuz I didn't know it was Soap back then and just used it as a random drawing reference.)

Also, do not repost.

Simple portraits

Guys. I did really not expect that much ideas for drabbles and stuff, so first off, thank you so much. Secondly. I have an English exam tomorrow and Biology next week, so I'll have to study quite a lot, but I'll still try to get at least two drabbles written every day. And I'm also working on the next part for "Alive", don't worry. Just wanted to let ya'll know that I didn't forget or ignore your idead and requests. I'll get to it as soon as I can.

This is soooo good! I think Ghost also has a fear of thight spaces, or at least spaces he can't escape from, since it reminds him of the coffin in Mexico.

TaskForce 141! and what they’re scared of!

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Content warning: Mentions of death, needles, heights, dying alone, fear of losing others, and some of Ghost's trauma. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word count: 600+

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John Price

This man is scared to make the call to families that they never want to hear.

He had to do it once when a private died under his command in his early years in the military. As punishment, the higher-ups made him call the family and hand deliver the private belongings.

He vividly remembers the mother of the private clinging to his shirt as incoherent words fell from the grieving mother's mouth.

He could only make out two sentences as she sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

"Please tell me this is all a sick lie."

"Was he in any pain?"

Those two sentences would haunt him.

John could only stand there with the private's mother sobbing into his shoulder and stare into the eyes of the private's father, who looked disheveled and lost now that his only child was gone.

He had to watch as the private's father took his wife into his side with one arm and grabbed the dog tags and flag from Price's hands before giving him a slight nod and closing the door.

The grieving sobs of the family on the other side of the phone and in person keep him up at night.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

He's scared of needles.

You can not convince me otherwise.

Sure, he's a Demilson expert, but when it comes to needles, he needs the nurse to 'count' so he knows when it's coming.

The nurse would definitely give him the shot when he's not expecting it.

"5... 4... 3..." and boom, the nurse would stick the needle in and not blink an eye when the Scottsman yelps and flails his feet around like a madman.

Would cuss after the shot. Not directly at the nurse but to Price and Ghost, who held him down and drugged him to the med bay for his shot.

Would nurse the shit out of where he got the shot.

Price needs him to lift something? He can't. He just got a flu shot and claims his arm hurts like a pain in the ass.

Needs to run laps for training? He can't because it would hurt his arm when he runs.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Heights.

That's it.

Do I need to explain?

He fell out of a helo and dangled there like a mistletoe that got left hung up in the same doorway for several months after Christmas.

But in all seriousness, he's scared of dying in battle while serving his country and never getting to say goodbye to his family.

He always calls his mom and dad before he has a big mission to let them know he won't be able to talk to them for a while.

"Kyle, honey, we love you very much. We're proud of who you've become as a man, and we know you'll make it back in one piece."

Safe to say he tears up some when he hears his mom say that to him.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

He's scared he'll die alone and lose someone close to him.

Sure, he's closed off and gives off the 'I could give less than two shits on what happens to you.' vibe, but he's genuinely terrified he'll end up losing someone close to him again.

The last time he was close to someone, it ended up with them being murdered and him getting blamed for it.

In his mind, he thinks that he can't get hurt if he doesn't show how he actually feels towards people.

But he also hates how he's closed himself off to the world because being distant to protect people he cares about only brings up the fear of dying alone with no one around him.

"You alright, Simon?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

But in reality, he's not.

He went to therapy to talk to someone about it, only for his therapist to tell him to open up to people.

"You need to open up to people and be willing to get hurt in life, Simon. You can't get rid of the fear of dying alone until you let others around you get closer mentally and emotionally first."

“tumblr mutual” beloved friend I would pick up at the airport if y’all visited my home city

Hello my worms, I just wanted to tell ya'll that I'm not forgetting about your ideas and requests, I just have exam time right now, so I don't have the time and brain energy to write more complex stories. But you can expect me to be back completely on Friday :) Take care and drink your water