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Seal Soap sketches. I’ve been in a bad place for creating the last few months, sorry! Seal Soap absolutely does not give in to show favoritism
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Ours
The sequel to "Mine/Yours" is here!
Ours by IdyllicMusings Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: 09 soapghost, Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, Alpha John "Soap" MacTavish, Omega Simon "Ghost" Riley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Call of Duty-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Possessive Behavior Series: Part 2 of who we belong to Summary: The omega Private Captain Mactavish carried to evac gets the wrong idea.
“I’ve never had a commanding officer like that. Never had an alpha—uh, I mean…” Lorne stumbles, his ears going pink. “You were gentle.”
Mactavish feels ice trickle down his back. Ah. Shite.
“Just doing my job, Private,” he says, tone flat, words clipped at the edges. “You should get going. You’re probably on shift soon, aye?”
Mactavish runs a hand over his face with a sigh. Fuckin’ rookies. Always reading in to things that shouldn’t be read in to.
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Watching a Scottish man recount walking back into the wrong house after a party and imagining Soap ringing up Ghost while he's on leave having somehow got into a random person's house after a party. He does a video call and Simon picks up to see a kitchen he doesn't recognise in the background.
"Johnny, if you've woke me up to show me the bird you nailed last night I swear to god..."
"This is absolute gospel, right? This couple have woke me up, right? And went, like, whoo're yoo? Like. And I was like, what're you talkin' aboot I was at this party last night hier. And they was like there was nae party."
Simon is already pinching his nose. Soap is breathless and cackling. This better not end in a shit ton of paperwork and a police station visit.
"And I was like naw there was. But they was like naw trust me there were nae party here last night, ye jus' woke up on aw couch, right? So I gone tae get a taxi last night an' it had left, an' I came back in the wrang hoose. I've come into the wrang hoose, got a cover, an' gan sleep. An this couple, woke me up s'mornin and gone, who're yoo? I swear to fuck. L.T., 'm lucky this woman," he pans around to a woman in a high bun giggling in her kitchen, she's creasing, "is from Glasgow. So she's like, ay we're welcomin', cup o' tea? A fag?" He takes a puff from a roll up and then cackles through some more unintelligible Scots.
Simon rolls his eyes, but he's smiling behind the bally. The Scot is a fockin' nightmare, but Simon wouldn't have him any other way.
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biblically accurate ghoap. ghoap team epic. [pssst..this will be avail as a sticker soon ( ᵔᗜᵔ)ᕤ✧]
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On topic
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Ghost being unsure if soap’s into him.. so he shyly gives his theory a shot.
(Pt. 1 is just ghost in undies from a back view after his shower up on P >w<)
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I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”
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141 spring cleaning
Soap: *existing and dancing while cleaning to Spotify*
Price: why is Gaz saying you tried to poison him Simon?
Simon: *not paying attention moves him out the way*
Kyle: *red faced and teary eyed from coughing* he fucking sprayed me with windex cause he was staring at Soap
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Being six months pregnant waddling around in the grocery store when you accidentally knock over a display of tomato soup cans. Almost everybody in a ten foot radius stares at you like you’ve shot someone.
One man, though—masked, tall, muscular—walks over. Silently starts picking the cans up, arranging them the way they were. You mumble apologies, white hot shame pricking all over your skin.
He lifts his hand up, waving dismissively.
“You shouldn’t bend in your condition.”
“More like, I physically can’t. Heh.” A stupid attempt at lightening the mood. “Sorry, that was—”
He laughs a little. “Funny.”
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Simon’s definition of hairstyling exclusively consists of slapping some cheap gel on his hands and rubbing that shit all over his head until his hair spikes up in a way that is both slightly unsettling and yet…kinda hot. Y’know, if big, dark, scary men are your thing.
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just wanted to bless everyones feed with the neil ellice gem
