Soaps little poltergeist

Soaps little poltergeist

  • WpView
    Reads 14
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing12m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 4, 2025
WpInfo
Fanfic
18+!!!! Johnny mactavish. Known in the 141 as soap. He had spent 15 years in the military as a Sargent. After all the missions, tasks, and wars he had fought he decided it was time to call it and get out. He joined the swat team in Miami Florida. He loved anything he could say "ka-fucking-boom baby" that and a big gun was always like a shinny new toy to him. Soap was a very outgoing spirit on top of that he was Scottish so life with him was always a party to him plus that fucker knew how to drink. Scotch was like water to him. All the guys on the swat team knew when working with him they would always catch the bad guys then go out and have a good time to celebrate. Until one night he met his match. A ghost waiting for him.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Rebirth | Simon Ghost Riley
  • Unexpected Lover | S. 'Ghost' Riley
  • My Demons ~ Simon (Ghost ) Riley x Fem!Reader
  • A New Era (task force 141 an teen reader
  • In the Midst of It All
  • The Cries of Gunfire and Bells
  • love letters | soap mactavish ✓
  • Anima Aberatta - A SoapGhost Oneshot
  • COD MW2 - I Ain't Your Bloody Baby Sitter! - {Insert F!reader}
  • The Bullet's Whistle (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Fanfiction)

#1 in Simon Ghost Riley rating 03.02.25 #1 in Price, Soap, COD rating 03.02.25 #11 in "Ghost" rating 17.01.025 She illuminated Task Force 141 with her presence like the bright sun on a hot summer day, but who could have thought that she could be a traitor? Having entrusted her with his past, finding a friend in her, he is forced to beat the information out of her, sparing neither strength nor blows. #20 in #Ghost 15.01.2025 #2 in #Price 15.01.2025 An excerpt: A small ritual she had been repeating for the past few days seemed foolish to many. Sometimes, even to herself. "Lor," a quiet voice behind her made her flinch. "You know the base is already lit up. There's no need to leave him a light on." "I know," she briefly glanced at all the lights around. Her tiny lamp made no physical difference amidst all that brightness. "It's a sign, Keegan. Leaving a light on for those who are supposed to come home." "You're waiting for him despite everything he's done to you? After all the pain you've been through?" he touched the bruise on her arm, fully aware that there were more she kept hidden. "Yes." Slow burn. Strangers to lovers to enemies. Cover : @irodawrites

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines