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Upper left. Price chugging the pot of tea, mug untouched, he’s a powerful man, his need for caffeine exceeds that of your local overnight lorry driver.
Upper right. Soap and Ghost in some tactical frills. It was the only option…
Bottom. Gary Roach Sanderson failed his call sign to be a bug and skitter his way into a vending machine full of creatures getting stuck. Only to be left a casualty by so called friends of goop who documents the occasion and soup to eulogy

Upper left. Price chugging the pot of tea, mug untouched, he’s a powerful man, his need for caffeine exceeds that of your local overnight lorry driver. Upper right. Soap and Ghost in some tactical frills. It was the only option… Bottom. Gary Roach Sanderson failed his call sign to be a bug and skitter his way into a vending machine full of creatures getting stuck. Only to be left a casualty by so called friends of goop who documents the occasion and soup to eulogy

Upper left. 141 on….. splash mountain but they’re hunting down an associate of shepherd and dude THOUGHT they wouldn’t look for him at a theme park.

Top right: Soap found a tattoo sleeve filled with stereotypical inks and is lovingly mocking his boyfriend in his tiny little shorts and muscle shirt

Bottom right: All the boys in 141 nap pile.

Upper left. 141 on….. splash mountain but they’re hunting down an associate of shepherd and dude THOUGHT they wouldn’t look for him at a theme park. Top right: Soap found a tattoo sleeve filled with stereotypical inks and is lovingly mocking his boyfriend in his tiny little shorts and muscle shirt Bottom right: All the boys in 141 nap pile.

Fun requests from a couple months ago from my loverly patrons but in colourr πŸ˜‹ #141shenanigans #boysbeinboys #ghoap #gaz #price #roach

22.02.2026 05:51 β€” πŸ‘ 443    πŸ” 81    πŸ’¬ 14    πŸ“Œ 0

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I love ghost hole

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22.02.2026 14:50 β€” πŸ‘ 83    πŸ” 8    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Ghoap bunnyπŸ’€πŸ§ΌπŸ‡πŸ‡
#ghoap #GhostSoap #soapghost
#bunny

22.02.2026 14:35 β€” πŸ‘ 398    πŸ” 86    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 1
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first meeting 🐢🐱🦊🐻
getting a sniff of approval from the scary kitty guy to join the squad

#CODHybridWeek26 #ghostsoap #soapghost #tf141

22.02.2026 15:02 β€” πŸ‘ 361    πŸ” 66    πŸ’¬ 9    πŸ“Œ 0
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Reversed πŸ”€
#ghostsoap #soapghost

20.02.2026 13:38 β€” πŸ‘ 573    πŸ” 104    πŸ’¬ 9    πŸ“Œ 1
He comes upon a cesspool of lost time - not just one human's, but many. Lives cut short tethered to this creature, though it clings to what remains of its mortality by the skin of its teeth. Frowning, Soap reaches into the black, inky darkness, and wraps his fingers around a flailing, clawing hand. The hand tightens around his forearm, strong despite how close the creature is to death.

Soap pulls it out. A man, scarred and broken in every way Soap can imagine, bright red blood and yellow-brown dirt coating him like a second skin. Still, his heart beats, and his dark eyes glimmer with the vengeful, stubborn tether to his life. In his shadow creatures move, writhing - a young boy, another man, a woman, another woman. Hundreds of souls wailing and gnashing their teeth in the confines of his silhouette.

This man has taken time from many. But Soap can see, through his fiery vision, that there is another tether. It stretches beyond the horizon, further West, to where the sun is yawning its mouth wide and getting ready to settle.

The man falls to his knees, gasping, lungs shuddering and ribs flinching. His bare face is pale with bloodloss, his hands tremble and his eyes turn dull. He is dying.

Soap kneels down and cups his face, makes the man look at him. He can tell it's difficult, can see the swift-approaching mounted rider that the Earth has called Death, who reaps each soul and snuffs out their light to return to the Earth as all things must.

A strange possessiveness rises in him, and he snarls at Death, warding him away. Death pauses, pulling his skeletal mount up short, the beast whinnying and gnashing its bared teeth as Death stares, unmoving, his face hooded and invisible, no breeze teasing at his cloak.

The man can see Death, too. It makes his eyes roll wildly, showing their whites.

"Don't," he rasps, in an accent that does not belong here, coughing around the dirt in his throat. "Don't, please. I need more time, I just need more time."

He comes upon a cesspool of lost time - not just one human's, but many. Lives cut short tethered to this creature, though it clings to what remains of its mortality by the skin of its teeth. Frowning, Soap reaches into the black, inky darkness, and wraps his fingers around a flailing, clawing hand. The hand tightens around his forearm, strong despite how close the creature is to death. Soap pulls it out. A man, scarred and broken in every way Soap can imagine, bright red blood and yellow-brown dirt coating him like a second skin. Still, his heart beats, and his dark eyes glimmer with the vengeful, stubborn tether to his life. In his shadow creatures move, writhing - a young boy, another man, a woman, another woman. Hundreds of souls wailing and gnashing their teeth in the confines of his silhouette. This man has taken time from many. But Soap can see, through his fiery vision, that there is another tether. It stretches beyond the horizon, further West, to where the sun is yawning its mouth wide and getting ready to settle. The man falls to his knees, gasping, lungs shuddering and ribs flinching. His bare face is pale with bloodloss, his hands tremble and his eyes turn dull. He is dying. Soap kneels down and cups his face, makes the man look at him. He can tell it's difficult, can see the swift-approaching mounted rider that the Earth has called Death, who reaps each soul and snuffs out their light to return to the Earth as all things must. A strange possessiveness rises in him, and he snarls at Death, warding him away. Death pauses, pulling his skeletal mount up short, the beast whinnying and gnashing its bared teeth as Death stares, unmoving, his face hooded and invisible, no breeze teasing at his cloak. The man can see Death, too. It makes his eyes roll wildly, showing their whites. "Don't," he rasps, in an accent that does not belong here, coughing around the dirt in his throat. "Don't, please. I need more time, I just need more time."

I guess I do technically have something to share for #WIPWednesday :3

18.02.2026 21:10 β€” πŸ‘ 54    πŸ” 12    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0

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β€˜09 #SoapGhost #Ghoap

MacTavish who keeps Riley on his cock as often as he can.

A meeting? Downtime? Mission brief?
Whenever and wherever, expect to see Riley with his pants around his ankles and sitting pretty on Tav’s lap.

So willing to be the captain’s perfect sleeve.

18.02.2026 21:29 β€” πŸ‘ 69    πŸ” 11    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
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bsky.app/profile/foxe...

18.02.2026 16:59 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

-- and her Simon's were only there because wee John wore a copy around his neck.

She has to wonder if Simon, where ever he was, had a pair of John's too. Hoped that they were together somewhere; knows they're probably not.

18.02.2026 16:59 β€” πŸ‘ 12    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

#soapghost #captainmactavish #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish

Do you think Ma MacTavish is forever wondering where her little boy is? They bury an empty casket, with a headstone engraved with two names. The only reason she has his tags is because a Captain Price had dropped them off to her door

18.02.2026 16:59 β€” πŸ‘ 22    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 1

bsky.app/profile/foxe...

18.02.2026 16:58 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Riley finally understood MacTavish's awe, like this, through another's adoration he saw himself in a new light.

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

he was staring at his drawn reflection, disbelieving that it was him or at least as close to an approximation of him because he was certain that John had to draw him from memory, unusually coloured compared to MacTavish's other works, and his eyes, the same blues and greens…

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

MacTavish's room while the man showered and saw his journal on the desk, open on the page detailing their latest assignment with little doodles surrounding the words.

Curiosity drove him to flip to the last page spread and he almost choked on the surprised inhale,

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

At first Riley just assumed he was simply fascinatedβ€” it wasn't too unusual to spot people staring when he forewent his glasses, they usually stopped when they sensed Riley's annoyance. He had found out differently while he had been snooping about in

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

It wasn't unusual for Riley to catch the man staring with a far away look, and then their eyes would meet and John would tear his stare, a subtle pink darkening his cheeks as he'd try to pretend that he hadn't been looking for the past ten minutes.

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Simon couldn't fault him, he was only a child at the time, but then again, so was he.

In his adult life, no one really cared other than perhaps a curious glance.

Until he met John MacTavish.

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

that maybe the fact he was the spitting image of his mum was one of the reasons that he seemed to never go after Tommyβ€” not that Simon had wanted that for his brother, but he had to wonder, surely there was a reason behind his dads ire towards him and his brother's seeming adoration for the man.

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Simply another difference that set him aside from his classmates; something that inspired equal amounts of intrigue as it did ridicule.

His mum had it, same colours, same eyes, and Riley had to wonder if his dad ever thought about the similarities when he turned his attentions on him;

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

#soapghost #captainmactavish #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish

Riley has heterochromia.

It wasn't as obvious as it could have been, though his eyes were completely different, one blue, one green, and it had never really been anything note worthy.

18.02.2026 14:31 β€” πŸ‘ 27    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 2

he's devouring a pack of french fancies

18.02.2026 13:38 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I went to a Bill's the other day and woof, some of their stuff is so good

18.02.2026 13:34 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Milf omega ghost <3

✧ #simonghostriley #ghoap

14.02.2026 17:27 β€” πŸ‘ 589    πŸ” 95    πŸ’¬ 21    πŸ“Œ 0

No goodbyes, no pleading, no dragging a dying friend to relative safety.

10.02.2026 15:45 β€” πŸ‘ 3    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

and tells Price to leave him so he doesn't become burdensome.

Compared to 22 Soap who died quick, too quick, no time to process. He was there and then he wasn't. But his team were, price watched it happen, Ghost and Gaz arrived after the fact.

10.02.2026 15:45 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

#johnsoapmactavish #captainmactavish

Haunted by how slow MacTavish died as he was dragged along and losing his footing, fully aware that he wasn't going to make it, the pain whited out by the blood loss and the cold spreading through his fingers as he tries and fails to keep his feet under him

10.02.2026 15:45 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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bsky.app/profile/foxe...

10.02.2026 12:55 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

realising that he's finally found a place for himself.

10.02.2026 12:54 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

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