Ghost fucking an egg into Soap who, once he lays, starts sleeping curled around the baby-sized egg to keep his child warm and safe until they hatch

Maternal Soap <3

Just bought a master sword replica, be so prepared for me to become a Zelda page when I get my hands on it 😼

Just got to Glasgow and I'm already morphing into Soap MacTavish (hand on tummy cos he's got one just like me you know how it is)

oh you're so right, big man's a softie at heart and adores the chance to care for the child-spirit the way he wasn't cared for as a lad

Reversed 🔀
#ghostsoap #soapghost

Unreasonably feral about this one

Now I have to figure out what partner they'd all have 🫠 is giving Ghost a duskclops too on the nose?

Do NOT know what to do now that fave has seen my fic 😵‍💫 I'm happy it was up to standard boss

I've been playing Legends Arceus too much the past month, suddenly find myself wanting to write a Pokemon AU CoD fic...

We shall form a club of microdick Ghost lovers 🫡

Big big man + small dick = heaven for real, I might have to just permanently adopt it into my headcanon at this point

Thankyou!! ☺️

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Fin 🤓

"Fucking hell, Si, you needed it that badly huh?"

Soap grinned up at his Lieutenant and kissed his flushed-red cheek.

"You have no idea, Johnny."

Soap kept sucking until every last drop had been savoured, reaching up and knuckling the sweet spot below Ghost's root just to make sure. Overstimulation quickly set in and had Ghost dragging Soap off by the mohawk, doubling over and panting into their shared air.

Soap's lips had barely made it to the root of Ghost's cock before salty-sweet cum was flooding his mouth, the torrent quickly overwhelming his throat despite Ghost's tip barely reaching his back molars.

He swallowed expertly, listening to the whorish moans produced by the hulking man above him.

"Soap, fuck, 'm close."

"That's it Simon, be a good lad, cum for me. You deserve it."

"Not much is gonna put a man as talented as me off, Si."

Soap pulled off with a pop to drawl the filth towards Ghost's burning ears, before he buried his face into his Lieutenant's balls, sucking and kissing at them while smearing precum and spit all over his own face.

Meanwhile Soap's tongue was twisting and slurping obscenely around the head of his cock, drawing it back between his lips before letting the sensitive underside scrape over his bottom teeth. Every point of contact was like an ember sizzling on Ghost's skin.

sight, going around the day after to tell everyone she could about 'Simon Riley and his tiny excuse for a dick.'

Safe to say that any contact other than his own hand was enough to send his mind into a hazy frenzy.

"Johnny!"

Ghost's hands flew down and grasped at Soap's shirt as his hips bucked against the wet heat, rutting himself involuntarily on his tongue, keening high in his throat.

He'd never exposed himself like this to someone, past the highschool girlfriend who laughed at him on-

(Pt. 2)

Ghost shuddered as Soap's breath dusted over his aching prick, a fresh bead of precum leaking out just to be lapped up by the tip of the Sergeant's hot tongue.

"Fuck." Soap whispered.

Wide eyes and a drooling mouth landed at level with Ghost's dick.

It was no bigger than Soap's thumb, hard yet barely protruding above the thicket of blonde hair that surrounded it. The tip was thick, deep red and shiny with precum, a single vein ran off-center down the shaft.

Soap worked at breakneck pace to unclasp Ghost's belt and the button on his jeans. He tore down the zipper, fingernails scratching down the man's stomach in his rush to pull down his boxers.

Ghost didn't even have time to react before cool air hit his crotch.

"Down there. You wont, fuck, John, I'm small."

"Nothin' about you is small, Riley."

"Johnny." Soap's name fell in a whine from Ghost's lips, and the Scot's head tilted in confusion, before his eyes lit up with understanding.

"Elaborate."

The Lieutenant's gaze was going everywhere but Soap's face, and he was shifting awkwardly on his feet, his hips retracted as far back from Soap's thigh as they could be, avoiding contact. He finally looked up to search Soap's eyes, before blinking slowly.

Ghost shifted and tightened his grip on Soap's wrist, pulling upward. Soap resisted.

"Ghost. Answer me."

"John, I'm... it's not what you're expecting."