Hi! I’m Queenie! I write and publish fics, come up with silly idea threads, and talk a LOT about Ghost/Soap, as well as the other CoD boys and various dormant fandoms. Here is an incomplete list of my work 💖
This is the kind of shit I’ve been looking for…fandom these days is so weak, if it was ten years ago there’d already be three hundred fics on ao3 about Dr Robby fucking the brat out of Langdon in the staff toilets.
Soap messaging Price this after moving into a new block of flats…Price shows up with his toolbox and finds Soap looking stressed and wet and gorgeous and so, so grateful.
“I’m so sorry,” the kid says, taking Price through to the bathroom, “Jesus you’re a lifesaver, though.” +
“Just finished at the gym”
Soap got the text as he was settling into bed, and rolled his eyes. Ghost up at all hours training, as usual, not knowing how to rest until he’d worn his body ragged.
“good workout?”
“Alright.”
The reply came with a picture.
Ghost has always hated public displays of affection - any affection jars on him, but in public? God, no. He doesn’t invite it or initiate it, shutting it down immediately.
Until the first time he sees the look on Soap’s face when Ghost instinctively pulls away from his touch
Ghost rudely shoving his fingers into Soap’s mouth before a mission, pressing at his tongue, rubbing his thumb over sharp canines. “Bet you’re just dying to get these teeth into something, aren’t you mutt?” he asks, letting Soap’s drool drip down his hand. “Been starving, eh?”
Thinking about Soap calling Ghost a rude, toppy, pushy, domineering asshole, and Ghost readily agreeing because Soap is happily bouncing on his dick at the time. “Sure am, sweetheart,” he says, lazily gripping Soap’s waist and stroking his thumb over his hip. “You’re welcome.”