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MC in the Anything-Verse Pt. 2
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC had always been the sky, never the Star. They prefer it that way, if they’re being honest. They preferred the proximity to earth. They preferred to watch things from above, present, but never quite there. They preferred the safety of the sky, the calmness, the anger, the warmth, and the chill. Consistent, yet ever-changing.
If MC was the sky, the two Snipers were the Stars. Celestial and distant. Ever burning, ever glowing. The center of their own galaxies. Massive Stars that will turn into Supergiants. Supergiants that will someday collapse from their own gravity. MC loathes to see the day that the Snipers fall. They loathe to witness the Supernova that will inevitably occur. MC knows that even if the Snipers become Neutron Stars, there will still be a Black Hole. A force so strong that it pulls in everything around it. (MC briefly thinks that the Snipers may already be Black Holes with how they pull in everything around them and leave destruction in their wake.)
Stargazing was something MC was familiar with, but sometimes they set their sights on things closer. The Earth and the Moon. König, the mountain of a man, the Earth in its entirety. Ghost, a man chasing a Sun, the Moon in its essence. Beautiful, powerful, and scarred. Forces of nature and heaven that cannot be contained or controlled. Not truly, anyway. The Earth looks up at the sky, but does not care. He is searching for a Star, not an atmosphere. The Moon doesn’t even glance at the sky, for he is above it. He is chasing a Sun. A Star much bigger than the one that lights up the sky.
MC is the sky. They are the atmosphere that grows thin. Slowly being destroyed. The Earth is the only one that notices. (He does nothing.) The sky cannot cry out for help, for no one listens to the sky. (They listen to the Stars though.) The sky will continue to wear away, continue to burn. It finds safety in the consistency of its destruction. The sky is falling and no one will catch it this time. (No one ever even tries.)
MC in the Anything-Verse
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. Ethereal in their beauty, Professional in their field, and Utterly hopeless in each of their respective love lives. MC never really knew what to make of the two. (It didn’t help that MC hadn’t interacted with TF-141 since the Graves Incident.) The teen would only watch from the surveillance cameras as the Shakespearean tragedy unfurled through the screen.
They watched as Birdy struggled with their emotions and trauma, building up a wall that would put Jericho to shame. MC briefly wondered if König was the trumpet in that metaphor, slowly but surely breaking down those walls.
They watched as Sunshine and Ghost danced around each other and their feelings like boxers in a ring, neither willing to throw the first punch. MC had started a bet on who would confess first. Personally, they thought that someone would have to point it out before either of them actually said something. (Probably Price.)
Sometimes MC would look at the scars on each of the snipers. They can’t imagine the reminders that either must experience when they look in the mirror; the teen could sort of relate in their own fucked up way. Although, they knew that it wasn’t the same. The two adults had to go through the healing process for the marks that decorated their skin; MC hadn’t had to go through that process at all. The teen didn’t know if they should be grateful for that or not.
Sometimes when MC would wake up covered in their own blood, they’d remind themself that the two snipers had been through so much worse. The two snipers kept going on despite that. If the snipers could do it, so could they. (The teen ignores the part of their mind that tells them that the snipers were both grown adults and soldiers. The part that reminds them that they’re still just a child.)
MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. The main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy where hubris will lead to their downfall. MC never really liked plays. (They didn’t like sad endings either.) The teen was tired of watching the drama on the screen.
I wanted a new iPad background 🥺🖤🧼💀
‘Missed u’ ft; them
W out bg under cut !
Pov: run and hope he wont find you later
When you have paperwork to do but your Sergeant is... Uncooperative.
Big 'Megas
You know, I think it would be fun to have an Omegaverse concept where an Omega's height is based entirely on how safe their environment is when they present.
Like, yeah, most Omegas are small and delicate, but it's not just because they're Omegas that they're short, it's because they were safe when their first Heat came along and smacked them in the face. They're small because they didn't need to be big.
But the world is fucked up and sometimes, kids just have shit lives. And kids with shit lives who present Omega get fucking big, because they body recognises that they're in danger and grow as big as they fucking can to keep themselves safe, plus get their instincts rewired to focus on protection and aggression rather than being nurturing and submissive or whatever other stereotypes there are.
I just really want an Omegaverse fic somewhere where, instead of whichever big person is an Omega getting mocked or looked down on or thought of as less desirable for being a big 'mega, everyone looks at them and immediately knows not to fuck with them, because that right there is an Omega who's wired to attack first and ask questions later, so get the fuck out of their way before they get hurt.
The perfect protector, basically :D Or, you know, an excellent setting for angst, whichever floats your boat >:3
NOT ROACH JUST IN THE BACKGROUND LMAO
Rip guys
Why have all the artists come to torment me with angst today /j
(i love angst so much but it makes me so sad lmao)
MW3 spoilers / MCD ‼️
I am sad
Apology video with tears and sad music /j
Some 22 and 09 angst doodles
This is so real.
this is how i deal with canonical angst - nuh uh
Ghost hates Roosters (GhostSoap)
Tw: Swearing, use of Ghost's and Soap's real names, fluff
“Johnny, you feed the hens yet?” Ghost asked as he carried the potato’s into the barn while Soap milked the cows that lived within the barn's red walls. “No, not yet. Is yer turn anyway.” Soap chuckled, blowing Ghost a kiss as he finished milking the last cow. “Ah don’t wanna deal with yer rooste’.” Soap smiled picking up the milk bucket as he patted the cow's backside with one hand. “Yer know that bird hates mah guts M’eudail.” Soap smiled, kissing Ghost's cheek as he walked past. “Hmph. Fine I’ll feed the hens today.” Ghost chuckled as he set down the sack of potatoes, picking up the basket full of the chicken feed. “I’m only doin this because I love you Johnny.” Ghost waved a finger at his husband. “Ah doubt yer would let yer beloved hens starve Simon.” Soap snickered. “Yer love those critters te death.”
“I suppose.” Ghost nodded, as he exited the barn, walking over to the chicken coop where the hens had already gathered. Ghost smiled as the chickens flocked around him, letting out annoyed chirps and squawks of offense at being fed later than usual. “Relax you feathery bastards.” Ghost laughed as the chickens angrily flocked him. Ghost hummed as he sprinkled the chicken feed all over the coop. The hens scattering to go eat their fill. The sounds of annoyed squawking died down as the creatures had their fill. The feathered creatures going back to roaming the coop or sitting in their nests once they had their fill. After making sure the hens were fed, Ghost moved on to the roosters. Quite frankly Ghost didn't quite like the roosters and the roosters didn't like him. However the roosters loved Soap, they were never aggressive with the smaller scottish man, however they would always try to tear out Ghost’s eye sockets. Deciding against entering the rooster house Ghost just threw the chicken feed through the mesh walls. “Feed you insufferable bastards.” However upon spotting Ghost on the other side of the wall a rooster attempted to attack him. “You violent creatures.” Ghost grumbled retreating back to the barn where he found his husband sorting through potatoes. “Alright Johnny, you are feeding the roosters. I hate them and they hate me.” “Simon yer overreactin’ them rooster’s are sweet.” Soap chuckled, “An don say yer hate em. Yer gonna hurt their feelin’s.” “Those bloody cocks don’t have feelings!” Ghost growled sitting down next to Soap, “One of em tried to claw my eyes out.” “Yer over exaggerate so much M'eudail.” Soap chuckled leaning against Ghost. “Der roosters are nice yer just don’t get along with ‘em.” “They don't get along with me.” Ghost scowled as he helped Soap clean the potatoes. “Whatever yer say Mo chridhe.” Soap laughed at the pout on Ghost’s face. “Ah still think yer just bein mean ter der poor roosters, maybe that's why they hate yer.” “Can’t believe you take their side, love.” Ghost huffed, “those things are bloody monsters.” “Maybe that’s why they don’t like yer.” Soap rolled his eyes. “Yer keep callin em monster’s and vermin.” “I’ve never called them vermin. But that’s a good way to describe them.” Ghost replied, glancing at his husband. “Ah m’ just sayin, maybe if yer didn hurt they feelin maybe they'd like yer better.” Soap chuckled. “Maybe they should just stop being pricks.” Ghost growled as he stabbed a potato. Soap laughed at his husband's antics. “Maybe yer should be the bigger person and just befriend the roosters?” Soap suggested with a grin, eagerly waiting for his husband's grumbly response. “I don’t want to be the bigger person.” Ghost hunched over angrily stabbing the potatoes. “…right. An remin me who’s the human in this situation?” Soap asked teasingly. “…me.” “An who has to be the bigger person?” Soap asked again. “…me.” Ghost groaned in annoyance.
Domestic Farm Fluff GhostSoap
TW: Use of Ghost and Soap’s real names, tooth rotting fluff, and my coping
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“L.T you awake?” His husband’s words filled his ears, the heavy Scottish accent lingering in the air.
“M’ not your lieutenant anymore Johnny.” Ghost mumbled sitting up in the bed, the weighted blanket felt nice as Ghost wrapped himself tighter in it.
“Ah, yer righ’ but yer still mine.” Soap grinned, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s jaw. “Now come on we gots to work on our farm M'eudail.”
“Five more minutes luv.” Ghost’s heavy English accent thickened as he tried to keep his eyes open. However his husband had other ideas. “Oi-” Ghost grumbled as Soap flopped on top of him, the shorter man pressing kisses all over his face to wake him up. “Johnny stop.” Ghost growled as he tried to sleep.
“No can do Mo chridhe.” Soap chuckled. “Come on! We gots to go feed the hen’s and milk dem cows.”
“...Can you do that?” Ghost asked opening one eye to look at Soap.
“Simon, yer so lazy.” Soap grumbled trying to push his husband off the bed. “Come on yer lazy Gowk. Is yer turn to deal with roosters.” Soap grinned as he successfully managed to push Ghost off the bed, his husband landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.
“Oh come on Johnny. Didn’ have to push me off the bed. Coulda just woke me up normally.” Ghost grumbled as he got up, his joints popping as he stretched. “You eaten already?”
“Firs' already tried, yer didnt wan to wake up. Second yer trustin me to cook?” Soap grinned teasingly as he passed Ghost, one of his embroidered cloth face masks that just covered the bottom half of his face.
“...Never.” Ghost hummed as he looped the straps of his mask around his ears. “C’mon Johnny, I’ll go make breakfast.” Ghost decended the wooden stairacse down to the lower level of their farmhouse, the dark wooden walls comforting and warm, he loved this home, and not just because his husband also lived in it.
“Whatcha gonna make Simon?” Soap smiled as he followed after his husband watching as the larger man started to grab different ingredients.
“Pancakes Johnny.” Ghost hummed as he poured the pancake mix onto a pan. “Sleep well?”
“Like a wee baby.” Soap chuckled as he rested his head in his hands, watching his husband cook. “Yer got a nice arse Simon.” Soap teased.
“Shut up Johnny.” Ghost looked over at Soap, “Or I’ll leave you without pancakes.”
“Wait! M’ sorry Simon.” Soap made puppy eyes at him, pleadingly clinging to him. “Jus’ dont take away m’ pancakes.”
“You know I can’t say no to you luv.” Ghost chuckled, lifting his mask to kiss Soap’s forehead.
“Ah know. An am gonna exploi’ it till death.” Soap grinned wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist and clinging to the taller man as he watched Ghost flip pancakes. “Yer know a love yer right M'eudail?” Soap whispered as he pressed kisses to Ghost’s neck.
“I know Johnny. I know.” Ghost chuckled, wrapping an arm around Soap.
“Good. I think yer should remember that Simon.” Soap smiled softly as he rested his head on Ghost's shoulder. The two happily staying in their kitchen as Ghost finished up the pancakes.
Translations~ M'eudail- dear/darling Mo chridhe- my heart Gowk- Fool
Ghost and Soap Relationship Headcanons
Tw: Mentions of Intimacy
Pre Relationship~
Kind of a slow burn
Ghost was scared of getting attached even more to Soap than he already was
Ghost was also heavily in denial about crushing on Soap, like it took him ages to finally admit to himself that he liked Soap
Soap was quite the opposite, he had already flirted with Ghost whenever he got a wee bit too drunk and was in denial for a total of two minutes once he realized
Because Ghost is so closed off, Soap just assumed he didn't like him back
Didn’t stop him from flirting with him tho. (But Soap flirts with everyone ESPECIALLY WHEN DRUNK so no one really thought anything of it)
Price saw the vision before anyone else did
Ghost’s version of “flirting” is a bit more tame than actual straight up flirting. If you didn’t know him the way the 141 did you probably wouldn't even notice,
Ghost’s flirting is more like subtle light touches, and lots and I mean LOTS of compliments and praise whenever Soap did something well.
Gaz clocked in on it when Soap drunkenly confessed his feelings about Ghost to Gaz. (Gaz just assumed that Ghost was Soap’s new target for constant flirting) And while being best wing man he saw how touchy Ghost was with Soap
Gaz is best wing man (He will randomly leave the room to leave Soap and Ghost alone)
Ghost will never admit it nor show it, but Soap’s flirting had him feeling all tingly and happy. It made him feel like he had a chance with Soap.
And let me tell you. This goes on for months of subtle flirting and romantic/sexual tension for agesssssss, it drives Gaz and Price insane. More so Price funnily enough.
He just wants them to be happy.
Like at this point even Laswell knows. Half of the base knows. Even Graves knows/j
Price is just constantly trying to get Ghost or Soap to confess
Soap decides to confess first? Why? Because Gaz got sick of it and just straight up told Soap that if he’s waiting for Ghost to confess it won't happen and he needs to do it first.
Ghost literally malfunctioned when Soap said that.
Ghost.exe has stopped working
He just stared at Soap and walked off (He was wondering if this was a cruel joke or not, and he was actually really scared of getting into a relationship)
Soap got sad because he thought that meant Ghost didnt like him back so he decided to do the normal thing.
And drink his problems away while ranting to Gaz.
It’s like 3:00 AM when Ghost confesses, he just walks up to Soap’s quarters, enters, wakes him up and tells him that he likes him too and then leaves
Soap is hangover and so confused
It's only in the morning did he realize and almost jumped Ghost while he was trying to eat breakfast
Cue like five months of: are we dating?
Relationship headcanons~
When they FINALLY became official Gaz and Price almost cried of joy /j
But yeah everyone was like FINALLY they got together
Its slow to say the least
Once they started dating Ghost became really closed off for a while as a defense mechanism
Soap didn't mind tho, he will happily wait for Ghost to get comfortable
But in the meantime he initiates touches and constantly showers Ghost with affection even if it's sometimes unrequited
Once Ghost has gotten comfortable with this new situation he will open up more
He does cook for Soap and he cooks very well. (Soap can and will burn the kitchen down)
Black cat x golden retriever is real
Separately are the some of the smartest people ever, together they are idiots
I'm not kidding, Soap is the youngest to pass SAS selection and everything… Ghost is really well versed in combat and highly skilled…
But you put them together and Soap can’t tell you what 2+2 is and Ghost doesn’t know how to speak English anymore.
Ghost is slowly learning Scottish from Soap (He denies the claims)
Despite how he scary he looks Ghost is a sucker for cuddles, he loves just picking Soap up and holding him
Ghost does tend to wear a mask in their room (like the fabric covid masks) because it gives him a sense of familiarity
Soap embroiders things on Ghost’s home masks like cats and stuff like that
Gaz absolutely teases Ghost whenever he walks out with one of his embroidered masks
NO GHOST DOES NOT ABUSE SOAP HE GREW UP IN AN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD HE WOULD NEVER HE'S LITERALLY TRAUMATIZED
Intimacy is a big deal since Ghost got SA’d so they take it very slow
Soap constantly checks if Ghost is okay even if it’s Ghost that’s leading
They don’t tend to get kinky much since it’s about mutual affection and passion to them because of that they also don't get intimate that often other than like making out and stuff like that
Aftercare is also great, Ghost is a wholesome man and I die on this hill he will happily give Soap anything he wants
Soap’s aftercare is also great since he fusses over Ghost afterwards even if Ghost says he's fine he will be cared for.
Anyway it’s a very wholesome relationship with minimal arguments
When arguing Soap will start screaming in scottish and Ghost justs stands there like “Huh-”
But they don’t argue that much and when they do it doesnt last long… perhaps its the constant nagging fear that they will die in battle and if one dies before an argument is resolved their last memory will be of angry words
Ghost is 10000% protective, he gets so scared when Soap gets injured, like once Soap cut his finger while cutting tomatoes and Ghost literally wouldn't let him into the kitchen for a month
He is possessive in a sense he gets all grumpy when someone else flirts with Soap but unless he thinks Soap is uncomfortable or in danger he won't step in because he knows Soap can handle himself.
Once they retire from the military they do want to just live in the scottish countryside and own a farm :>
NEED HIM
photos of simon you took:
photos of simon that johnny/kyle send you:
photos simon send you:
(the guys in the photo are johnny and kyle)
Cuddling with Simon was your favourite “secret” you had on base.
Bad mission- cuddle. Soap pissed him off too much - cuddle. No missions for the next few weeks, you bet your arse Simon will spend every day in your bed holding you close.
You wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of nobody knowing you had the big scary lieutenant cuddled against your chest in a Fetus position… or if it was the way he would act as your own personal weighted blanket. But either way, you loved very moment, the way his arm lazily wrapped round your waist, how every now and again he wanted to be the little spoon and you’d do everything in your power to try wrap your smaller frame around his…
…the way his soft gaze would look down at you while your head lay against his chest, your hand lazily drawing circles against his bare chest. No words spoken but the love blossomed round the room, the giddiness of the kept secret makes every moment more exciting.
Although, the rest of the boys already knows about you and ghost cuddle sessions, when soap walked in on you both snoozing away on the rec room couch, you lying on top of him as his hands grip at you scared to let go, he took a quick photo as he walked away smiling to himself never mentioning the occasion to the pair of you. Just happy you both had each-other,… even if he did have a cheeky bet with gaz on how long it would take for you both to become official.
Once simon found out you never had a valentines he made it his duty to make you feel appreciated round base.... in the form of a secret admirer.
The morning of valentines he'd leave a little note of appreciation under your door. a singular rose in all your usual places, the gym, your spot on the couch in the common room, etc.
At first you was a little creeped out until you started to piece out who this so called secret admirer was.
A rose in your secret spot.. the spot you and simon would have quiet time and just bask under the moonlight while sharing a cigarette.
A little chocolate kiss in your favourite mug... the one simon always used while making your tea along side his in the morning.
Once you pieced it together and gathered simon was your secret admirer you start repaying it back, putting little roses in his spot, a little note under his door telling him to meet where the moon is always beautiful.
"how'd ya know?" the gruff voice comes behind you as you stare at the stars. you tell him you had a feeling as he sits next to you gently pulling you in, unspoken words in the air but you both know what it means.
You smile softly knowing deep down, you recognise that chicken scratch writing anywhere...and although his name is ghost... he has a hard time being one, his tall figure always just out of reach but you see him you always do.
Imagine. Simon coming home from a long mission, the soft patter of your shower and the corny guilty pleasure song blasting as you sing poorly along.
A soft smile rests on Simons face as he shreds of his gear, his mask long discarded on the kitchen table. He quietly slips in behind you in the shower, you don’t scream. or jump, you simply turn around to face him continuing to sing into the shampoo bottle as you dance stupidly, as much as you can in the small shower.
All while Simon looks at you like a lovesick puppy, a permanent smile never leaving his face, all while thinking “imma marry this girl”
Thinking about Simon doing the “200 reasons why I love her” trend that was on TikTok.
But he sends it while he’s deployed in the middle of the night for you to wake up to. So when he returns home he doesn’t understand why you are showering him with love and basically jumping his limbs when he walks through the front door…
… but hey that man ain’t complaining.
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*=requested
💕=Fluff
😈=smut
❤️🩹=angst
John "Soap" MacTavish Masterlist
John Price Masterlist
guys methinks i have a mask kink
and don't even get me started on men in uniform
simon “ghost” riley is my favorite cringefail undead war criminal <3