Simon Riley X John Mactavish - Blog Posts

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

mark zuckerberg looking ahh

Anit depressent pill taking ahh

Losing johnny ahh

John MacTavish is a man known for his particular charisma, but not for his patience. Sure, he was a good guy — impulsive, but not necessarily ill-intentioned. However, when it came to Simon Riley, John pulled out all the patience he didn't have and waited. He waited and waited, patiently, perseveringly, because he understood that Ghost had his secrets, his defensive walls and his own fear. Yet, John had a limit. Tired of being ignored, he would not be afraid to confront him, only to receive a "You don't know what you're asking for." "What am I supposed to be asking for then, Simon?" He blurted out. "Look, I just want to understand you.... I can't fix anything for you, or erase your pain altogether, but let me hear you. Let me see you."

I know I mentioned that I like to see Ghoap as a rather mellow couple, but I also think they had their fair share of conflicts early on. Just think; Ghost suffered a lot of things and all at once, a tremendous impact on his mental health and not only that, on his trust in others — He might be considered someone not worth knowing, because of his actions, his attitude, and his past. But Johnny doesn't care about that, because they've both stained their hands with guilty and innocent blood; But what happens when Ghost closes himself off, denying anyone access to his heart, afraid of losing it again?

...

Yeah, Johnny's not going to let that happen. Persistent Scotsman.

based on these two particular panels of Batman and Superman that I saw around.

Also, if you made it this far, the question box is open to requests for drawings of these two or any other Cod member/ship/character. :3 (I need practice lmao)

Only Soap could be stupid enough to enter Ghost's room without knocking on the door knowing it was his day off. What's the worst that could happen? Oh, sure, waking up Mr. Sleep-deprived-already and earning one of his deadly glares. Although that's not exactly the worst; but seeing him in his bed, stretched out, shirtless, his muscles gently flexed, sweatpants baggy at the hips, exposing his skin, his scars that told stories and tattoos.... It took all the sergeant's willpower not to throw himself on top of him. But for Ghost, it was a "I should have locked up the bloody door" and a "turn off the light, MacTavish."

(Why does he sleep with the mask on? Soap will think.)

Soap is definitely the kind of guy who doesn't knock on doors before entering. He's gotten himself caught up in a lot of things, some of them better, some of them he doesn't want to remember.

This is the reference I used hehe and an alternative version of the same Illustration :3

"Soap has seen this man kill without hesitation, get blood on his hands, fire a gun without flinching and throw a knife into someone's jugular. But he doesn't mind, at the end of the day, watching Ghost do that. Because when they're alone, just them, he can see him; he can see that little piece of himself he'd buried, Simon Riley. He can fill his face with kisses, caress and trace his scars, make him chuckle and watch his little eyes crinkle at the sides. Soap might have zero sense of preservation in messing with him, he might be crazy.... But he was crazy in love. And he wouldn't trade that for anything."

They are in love, your honor.

I'm not going to lie; I 100% HC Simon as a big softie for Soap or his loved ones. Simon doesn't have a family, in fact, before of the TF's members, he didn't had anyone. So I like to think that after years of isolation, of the buried longing to be loved and seen... Soap arrived as an intruder that he couldn't kick out. Soap broke through all his defenses, so easily that seemed like a mockery and came to his heart to stay. Hope y'all liked my version of Ghoap :) I don't like to see them as violent lovers (only sometimes) but as a couple carefully built on layers of trust and vulnerability amidst the chaos of their line of work.