Mr.Fox

that hitman mission
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Pulp 80s movie poster style info sheet for Alone Ghost Week. Prompts included. SFW. Use #aloneweek as the tag.

Pulp 80s movie poster style info sheet for Alone Ghost Week. Prompts included. NSFW. Use #aloneweek as the tag.

I'm so excited to announce Alone Ghost Week, happening from Sunday, October 26th to Saturday, November 1st. Please tag any and all works with #aloneweek!

And please give @tngnts.bsky.social all the love for the gorgeous artwork!! Let's make sure Alone is never alone again 🥰
#ghoap #cod #aloneghost

Happy birthday🥳

Autumn has arrived 😊

#GhostSoap #CallofDuty #soapghost #MWIII #art

Flowers for his hubbyyyy 💐💜
#GhostSoap #soapghost

Congrats🥂

Serval cat cute interaction!

Serval Cat sketch!🥰

#animal #animalart #illustration #digitalart #servalcat #cat

I know this was a violation, and I regret causing you any distress. To everyone who supported me before, I know I’ve let you down, and I can only hope that you’ll see the steps I’m taking to make things right. 4/6

I’ve already taken steps to correct the 5th chapter I posted, and I hope this shows my genuine commitment to learning and improving.

To the creator whose work I wronged, I sincerely apologize. 3/6

I understand that plagiarism is never acceptable, and by doing what I did, I hurt the original creator and betrayed the trust of the community I value so much. I am truly sorry for this. 2/6

HELL YA! I only saw it today 🥲

It's very nice! It's a blast🥹

I feel terrible. But somehow, Ghoap always saves me in the end 😑

with the world falling apart around them, Ghost and Soap find a connection that goes beyond survival.

It’s everything that makes them whole, everything that keeps them going when everything else is lost.

/FIN/

his fingers trembling as they slide through Ghost’s hair, tugging him back in for another kiss.

He knows that this moment is fleeting...

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, but it’s everything to him now.

And in that moment, under the darkening sky,

When Simon pulls away, he’s breathing heavy, eyes dark with desire, but his voice is steady.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, his hand cupping Soap’s face.

“Not while I’m still breathing.”

Johnny nods, his heart pounding in his chest. “I know,” he whispers,

But more than that... there’s trust. The deepest trust he’s ever felt in his life.

Ghost’s breath catches as John pulls him in, his lips meeting Soap’s again, more urgently this time. His hand slides over Soap’s body, marking every inch of him like he needs to make sure he’s real.

Johnny gasps, but it’s not from fear. It’s from the sensation of Ghost’s touch.

“God, Simon…” Soap breathes out, his hand gripping at the sleeve of Ghost’s jacket, pulling him closer. His body responds to the touch, to the intimacy of it all.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥.

“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,” Simon repeats, his lips brushing over Soap’s skin once more. His hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Soap’s pants, his fingers brushing over the soft skin there.

a hint of vulnerability breaking through the hardness in his voice.

Ghost’s gaze softens for a fleeting second. He leans down, brushing his lips across Omega’s neck, feeling the pulse beneath his skin. He can’t help himself. It’s more than just desire now.

his voice rough with an edge of something darker.

“You’re everything. Everything I’m fighting for.”

Soap’s eyes flutter closed at the words.

His chest tightens, a mix of desire and something deeper settling in his heart. “And you’re mine,” he whispers,

Johnny shivers at the contact, his breath hitching as Ghost’s fingers brush across the bare skin of his stomach.

The air between them feels thick, charged with something more than just hunger. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭.

“You’re not just mine, love,” Ghost growls low,

Ghost’s hands are insistent now, moving from Soap’s stomach to his chest, tracing the curve of his ribs.

Every touch is firm, possessive, but there’s still that lingering tenderness in his actions.

His fingers slip under Soap’s shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.

His hands move with more urgency, but there’s still that tenderness, that need to care for Johnny in a way he hasn’t let himself care for anyone in a long time.

Soap sighs, the sound a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.

“Yeah, I know, Si. I know.”

Ghost leans in again, his hand resting lightly on Soap’s belly, his fingers dancing across the skin. His lips ghost over John’s jaw, brushing against his skin as his thumb makes slow, deliberate circles on Soap’s stomach.

“You’re mine now,” Simon murmurs, voice thick with something raw.

“I’ll keep you safe, Johnny. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.”

Soap’s hands tremble slightly as he reaches up, brushing his fingers over Ghost’s face, feeling the stubble on his jaw. He can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips.

“I trust ya, Simon.” The words are quiet, but they carry weight.

The kiss is slow, deep, filled with an intensity Soap can’t quite place. It’s a kiss that says more than words could.

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢.

His hand slides down John’s side, over his swollen belly, and then lower. He presses gently, his palm warm against Johnny’s skin.

Simon leans closer, brushing his lips against Soap’s forehead, leaving a lingering kiss. His touch is gentle, but the need in his chest is primal.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘱.

Soap’s breath catches as Ghost’s lips brush against his.

“You’re safe,” Ghost growls, the words slipping out before he can stop them. His hand presses gently against the swelling curve of Johnny’s stomach, feeling the warmth of life growing within.

John shivers under his touch, but it’s not fear.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳.

He knows what Ghost wants, but it’s not the hunt. It’s… 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

Simon watches John with dark eyes, his lips curling into something almost tender. His hand moves, slow and deliberate, to Soap’s stomach. It brushes over his skin, his fingers tracing the curve of Soap’s pregnant belly.