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how do you know if your discharge is honorable or dishonrable& why do they look at your goo in the army anyway

Johnny who gets once in a blue moon migraines that knock him on his ass.

Johnny waking up cocooned in blankets, warm and hazy, alone, Ghost already gone for his morning run around base. Otherwise he'd have his partner imitating an octopus, wrapped around Johnny like there was any possibility of him willingly escaping into the night.

Instead, he stretches under the body-warm sheets to try and relieve the kink in his lower back. It doesn't help much.

He rolls out of bed to begin his day and, upon checking his watch on the night stand table, curses, hurrying through his morning ablutions and out of the barracks toward the kitchen. Ghost must have turned off his alarm to let him sleep a bit longer but Johnny has slept in far later than he usually does with only twenty minutes before the team debrief.

Coffee is too sharp in his nose, makes his stomach roil, knows it's a mistake as soon as he pours a full cup. Keeps it anyway because it's warm. Adding creamer doesn't help, tastes off on his tongue, too pungent, too acidic, the usual two teaspoons of sugar too heavy on his tongue. Ghost notices (he's come in for a tea) but doesn't say anything, watching Johnny's nose scrunch adorably and allowing himself to be used as support when Johnny sags back against his chest, drained.

Aura starts to creep over his vision during the meeting, looking at the projector is hard, his eyes won't focus, keep sliding away to dislodge the spots in his vision. Coffee abandoned, stomach clenching tighter, a bone deep throbbing begins behind his left eye socket. He wants to scoop his eyes out and massage the bone tissue until it stops pulsing.

Meeting wraps up, Johnny is bombarded with the scents of many bodies in a confined space; even freshly showered ones are too much. The florescent lights are too bright and too loud, people's voices are becoming muffled. His notes, when he checks, squinting, are shaky and completely illegible in some places. He quickly flips his notebook closed, tries to stand. Remembers he has recruit training today and desperately asks Gaz to cover. Gaz is concerned, tries to play it normal with a bit of teasing (even as he can see something is wrong) and asks why. Johnny says his head hurts, Gaz cracks a joke or Price says something like "push through it" and Johnny abruptly realizes he's going to hurl in the next five seconds: saliva flooding his mouth, arms going numb, stomach a clenched fist. Ghost shoves the room's wastebasket in front of him before he can throw up on Gaz's boots. Spits up watery coffee and bile. Shivers wrack his frame as he hugs the trashcan for dear life.

Price sends him back to his room after Johnny fights going to medical, he knows what's happening, what he needs is a pitch dark room and peace and quiet (and a handful of extra strength Excedrin). Ghost cups Johnny's neck, leads him down the hall back to their room once he can set down the trashcan without fear of gagging, Johnny with his eyes closed. He trusts Ghost. Doesn't care about potential rumors flying around base in this moment. Everyone knows they're a package deal anyway.

Johnny crawls back into bed as Ghost grabs him a glass of water, makes him drink the whole thing slowly before refilling it and placing two pills in his palm. Sits by Johnny's hip after closing the blackout curtains as the man snuggles back down under the blankets. Begins kneeding Johnny's tense shoulder and neck muscles, Johnny melting into the pillow from the heat and pressure, muscles gradually loosening. Johnny shoves his head into Ghost's hip, has the dual purpose of expressing his affection and gratitude but also puts pressure against his aching forehead.

Eventually, Johnny tugs at Ghost's hoodie, his bleary eyes silently begging Ghost to stay. Ghost kicks off his boots, belt, and jacket, rolls Johnny closer to the wall and pulls him close, protecting Johnny's balled up form. Johnny shoves his head under Ghost's chin, grumbles until Simon huffs a laugh, pulls his balaclava off. Johnny hums in appreciation, drifts into a light doze listening to Simon's breathing, the bigger man running his fingers through Johnny's hair down to his neck in a circuit, blunt nails dragging a pleased hum from his partner. Watches over Johnny as he sleeps safely, trustingly, in his arms.

edging this twink

"Crowley sank down with his back against a statue. Aziraphale had already toppled backward into a rhododendron bush, a dark stain spreading across his coat." More Book!boys sketchies

I'M ONTO YOU NODA

You got me invested in the traumatized cat man. And now you're putting him in the hockey manga to trick me into reading it, and it's totally gonna work.

Riley x2 I just think they should meet <3

Maybe it’s just because I started lurking in the cod fandom primarily on tiktok and now I’m on tumblr for cod content now, but I feel like earlier in the jump in popularity there was soooo much talk about how ghost’s voice actor is uglyyyy and ewwww his voice is so hot why does he have to look like that? Gotta redesign him so he’s a boring sexless 8 pack abs Adonis!

But now I see so much more of people honoring Samuel Roukin as ghost’s voice actor and drawing him and describing his features in fics and highlighting how interestingly beautiful they are. Because they ARE. And I’m SO glad to see it because oh my god we need unconventional actors as leads! As the sexy hot heros! And I love more than ANYTHING that ghost is, if going by his voice actors face and what we’ve seen of ghosts ‘canon’ face reveal, pale and strawberry blonde and freckled and just genuinely pretty.

Anyways I just ugh I LOVE PRETTY MEN and reminder that GHOST IS A PRETTY MAN. I’m very glad to see this turn in the fandom’s representation of him.

autism is a real person his name is ogata hyakunosuke

...quite the opposite 💀

Price: How did you get Moose into Shadow Company?

Graves: I was in China, came across a group of mercenaries, saw a scared Alaskan techie, and I said to myself “That’s my son” before I recruited him into Shadow Company

Price: … you kidnapped him?

Graves: I mean, if you have to get technical- Yes, I kidnapped him. But it worked out! Isn’t that right, Moose?

Moose: The Scottish soap bar asked me to bench press the Ghost. I would like to leave now

There’s a Shadow that everyone knows about. He’s massive, around 6’7, and has a voice like thunder.

But no one knows how he’s a Shadow considering he’s a coward.

The mere mention of 141’s Ghost makes him start shaking horribly to the point he can’t even hold a handgun without dropping it. The man is strong, but he is a coward. And that cowardly nature sends this massive man hiding behind Graves because at least Graves isn’t scared and with mouth off anyone who is purposely scaring one of his Shadows.

So Graves practically babysits this giant, everyone wondering why he even has such a scared fool in Shadow Company.

I’m so happy for them

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Has anyone talked about how Wyll suddenly grows fangs? You ever try to wear fake fangs and suddenly you can't talk properly anymore.

I had to get dentures at 21, new topology in your mouth makes talking TIRING, and HARD.

Here are some headcannons!

He struggles to say a word to someone during the day and at night goes to gale, "I cant say retwackd [retract] :(" and gale tries to help him out.

Lae'zel hears him say something incorrectly and is understanding. "These faerun words twist on my tongue, too. There is no shame in learning to use new tools."

Shadowheart doesn't call attention to it unless prompted. It's not her business, but if Wyll brings it up, Shadowheart admits that she struggles to say "Little", and to Wylls shock and horror, he too can't say little properly. It becomes an inside joke to try to make the other person say little, and eventually they both get a little better at it.

Karlach confidently offers to help, she's had fangs her whole life! But it's difficult to explain to someone how to do something you do automatically. "This isn't helping, Karlach..." "Yeaaaaah... Sorry."

Astarion is giddy, at first, to see the Blade of Frontiers struggeling, but eventually it starts to gnaw at him. "Oh gods, this is embarrassing." He turns to face Wyll. "Flatten your tongue more. And where you try to press for that "r" sound, move the tip of your tongue ever so slightly higher than you would normally." He opens his mouth to demonstrate.

A bit dejected after Karlach's lessons, Wyll tries to follow along and, to his surprise, it actually works.

"How-" but Astarion cuts him off. "You're not the first person in camp who's had to learn to use new teeth, Wyll." His thoughts seem to be drifting off somewhere far away, before snapping back. "Now, if I ever hear you mispronounce "frontiers" again, I'll knock them out for you. Then we won't have a problem anymore."

If you're not poking at your buddies while they're already annoyed, then are you really in the military?

"i have to water the shitbird wait a minute"

"prosper stupid poultry"

Hello there!

Just saw your post about Period!ghostsoap and Canon!ghostsoap meeting and was wondering if we could maybe have a one-shot/Drabble about how that meeting would go and what they think of the other individual+ghostsoap relationship.

Up to you, no pressure!

Hello!! I'm... too embarrassed to write something like this... but here’s them just fraternizing I hope it suffices

boyfriend material 👉👈

am i really alone in the ghostsoap fandom thinking that soap still didn't get his simon revelation in mw2 unlike ghost who got it at the first sir and even more when soap proposed himself to meet valeria, like alone mission confirms it and his extremely worried soap in the last mission confirms it even more

have you ever done things at like specific times of the year so when it rolls back out youre like damn... smells like undertale outside

Rest for the wicked

answer the question sir

Hello dude I just wanted to say your "Ghostbusters" GC art is sending me I love looking at it and laughing if you ever plan on making more you have to post it here it makes me cackle like one of those birds

Ghostbusters still going strong

Down horrendous

In case you didn't know

they’re in the rec room one dreary afternoon, rain is pouring outside, shaking the walls of the base, and all soap really wanted was a cigarette. he’d been stressed, needlessly, helplessly, and now his one healthy means of escapism is gone, too. he’s about ready to explode, pacing the room like a caged animal, muttering senseless complaints and half baked sentences under his breath.

he’s startled out of his back and forth pace by gaz’s hand on his chest. a snarl finds its way to his lips and he has to fight to keep from spewing all the nasty, venomous thoughts that lay behind his lips.

“you need to chill out, mate” gaz drawls, pushing him ever so slightly backwards. his feet follow, trusting, even through his sour disposition.

“think i don’t know that?” he snaps, “i fuckin’ can’t.”

“that’s why i’m here to help. you’re bringing the whole base down, and you’ll wear a hole in the floor with all that stomping around.”

they walk back until soap is knocked onto the ratty sofa that price found god knows where. gaz maneuvers soap’s head to rest on the arm, his muscles wound tight despite being stretched out. he’s angry. angry and confused and he didn’t fucking like the rain, why did it always have to rain?

“ghost.” gaz calls, and soap notices his looming presence for the first time that day. which was a little shocking, considering the fact that soap could (and had, he’d won 70 quid off the stupid bet) pick ghost out in a crowd blindfolded just from the feeling of his stare alone.

soap realizes he might’ve been more out of it than he realized. the embarrassment only makes his blood run hotter.

“this some sort of intervention?” he growled, hands balled into tight fists.

gaz rolls his eyes and leaves, muttering a quiet “good luck with that.” to ghost and patting his shoulder as he passed.

his brain was a mess, he needed to get back up, needed to do something, fucking anything. the restlessness makes his fingers twitch, makes him burn from the inside out, he’s so god damn angry he could burst into flames.

and then ghost flops down right on top of him, and everything but the roiling thunder outside goes quiet. ghost is a big guy, pure muscle with a (very attractive) bit of fat around his middle. he was twice, maybe three times soap’s weight, no matter how much bulk he was putting on.

he’s overwhelmed by the man. his hands and legs are completely pinned. the weight on his chest forces him to take deeper breaths, which, in turn, make his tense muscles relax. the smell of ghost’s shampoo and detergent makes him dizzy, the soft cotton of his balaclava rubs against his cheek, and soap is mortified to find out he’s getting sleepy.

his eyes try to close, but he jerks himself awake each time. ghost is warm. like a big fuzzy blanket fresh out of the dyer, and really after the day he had, who could blame him for letting go for a minute?

“feels nice..” he slurs, eyes slipping shut again, but this time he doesn’t bother prying them back open.

“go to sleep, johnny.” ghost sighs, an exasperated little thing, and soap can feel the vibration of his voice all the way down to the tips of his toes.

he listens, if not only because it was raining outside and he couldn’t smoke a cigarette.

Hyperverbal Is Valid!

So we all know the stereotype of autistic people is that we're either nonverbal or really bad at convos, but I wish there were more representation for those of us that are hyperverbal! Don't get me wrong, this isn't all the time, but if you

-can go on for hours and hours about your special interest -the one that makes the most effort in conversations despite being the one seen as "socially awkward" -the comedic relief of the friend group -don't process anything before speaking, always honest, always speaking your mind you r so valid n i love you <3

Anyone else in the cod fandom constantly waiting with baited breathe for any bluegiragi fanart updates and when they come out randomly you just FREAK.

I love those little monster boys

✨Old Vampire!Soap vs New Vampire!Ghost✨

Soap who constantly jokes about “Being too old for this shit.” vs Ghost who's vague about his age on purpose.

Soap who walks through the sun despite “being sensitive” to it vs Ghost hiding in the shadows.

Soap who asks fellow soldiers if he can feed from them and making them forget about it afterwards vs Ghost who only feeds from enemies he plans to kill anyways.

Soap who loves Greek food too much to be abstinent from garlic vs Ghost who tells people he's allergic.

Soap who tells people how turning into bats would be the coolest thing ever vs Ghost who makes it clear it sounds ridiculous.

Soap who almost celebrated when mirrors started to be made different and he could see himself outside of puddles and dirty windows again vs Ghost who never liked to look into a mirror anyway.

Soap who slept in a coffin for a while until he had to admit how uncomfortable it was vs Ghost who'd still do it if Price allowed him just to creep people out.

Soap who enjoys to love the people around him as long as they last vs Ghost who tries to distance himself from relationships at all costs.

Soap who hopes to keep Simon close for however long immortality lasts vs Ghost who's scared Johnny will leave him anyway.

hiii half-assed volleyball au doods