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autisticturtle.bsky.social
While ao3 is down, I'm going to be writing and gaming so much. I have MW2 (2009) and started the campaign. So excited to play as Roach! And then I'm going to get so many writing ideas of ghostroach/ghoap+roach
October 30, 2026 at 3:03 AM
l0v3bvg.bsky.social
🪳🫶💀
#ghostroach #roachghost
September 27, 2026 at 9:01 AM
jackalopc.bsky.social
🔹From Field to Vase
COD:MW (reboot) - GhostRoach - Tattoo/Forest AU

Roach works at a flower shop, trying to move on from his military career and new disabilities. Ghost is a tattoo artist, and a fellow vet, who needs flowers for reference.

archiveofourown.org/works/46022782
From Field to Vase - Chapter 1 - jackalopc - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
September 19, 2026 at 2:29 AM
satsumalord.bsky.social
Well, either that, or maybe it was actually a vengeful spirit of the many roaches that I've slain; a "ghostroach", if you will.

Or maybe actually a "cockghost"? :?

.........wait, no, pretty sure a "cockghost" is something completely different. ^_^;
September 2, 2026 at 4:54 AM
senmeepvon.bsky.social
#BottomGhostWeek2026 #GhostRoach #SimonGhostRiley #GaryRoachSanderson
Gary is not just FtM, but also OtA. Simon is cis, but AtO. Gary has volunteered to help him with his bitching process, and Simon accepted eagerly (This one may get a ficlet at some point soon because Si is planning on writing one)
August 29, 2026 at 3:34 AM
silverm0th.bsky.social
I’ve finished it yippeeeee
#09ghost #cod #ghostroach
Idk I think in monochrome i actually draw better … full and the process on Patreon :>
August 25, 2026 at 5:53 PM
ixamph.bsky.social
#BottomGhostWeek2026 @bottomghostweek.bsky.social @sultrysunset.bsky.social I hope I’m doing this right lmao

#RoachGhost #GhostRoach #CoD #GhostCOD #RoachCOD #NSFW

TW: Tattoos, Blindfolds, Sensory Play, Improper Use of a Condom, Vulnerability, Bondage (imaginary), Pain Kink, mild teasing
August 25, 2026 at 1:19 AM
nkealspen.bsky.social
Chapter Three is live!
#Ao3 #GhostSoap #Ghoap #GhostRoach #GhostSoapRoach
archiveofourown.org/works/891834...
archiveofourown.org
August 23, 2026 at 5:41 PM
mivved.bsky.social
cute little guys <3

#ghostroach #simonriley #garyroachsanderson #codfanart
August 10, 2026 at 11:42 AM
nkealspen.bsky.social
#ghoap
#PriceGaz
#SoapGaz
#GhostRoach
#GhostGaz
#PriceGhost
#PriceSoap
#SoapRoach
#GazRoach
#PriceRoach
#GhostSoap
#poly141
This concept is for all my fandoms but I’m in a COD Writing stage rn so…
July 26, 2026 at 2:19 PM
nkealspen.bsky.social
(2/66)
💰is here ] | [📝, 🥀, 🪖ish, 🫂] | [Implied #CoDRoast #GhostRoach #Rhost]

~

Moving through the mess of this city, Johnny already dispatched any and all of his targets with ease as always. Ghost went down in building two while Soap was fighting his own battles, and all thoughts
July 4, 2026 at 7:03 PM
nkealspen.bsky.social
[👻🧼][SFW][Part 2]
#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish #mermay
Human!Soap | Mer!Ghost | Creature!Ghost | Freak!Soap
[🧢, 🪳 & 💰] as background characters | Minor #PriceGaz | Minor #Roast #GhostRoach
[📝 🔱 ↕️]

~

The carnage of
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nkealspen.bsky.social Call me Noe :) @nkealspen.bsky.social · May 10
[👻🧼] [SFW]
#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish #mermay
Human!Soap | Mer!Ghost | Creature!Ghost | Freak!Soap
[🧢 and 💰] as background characters | Minor #PriceGaz
[📝 🔱 ↕️]

~

The soft static of the abyss sparks to life as a pod of whales (1/41)
May 23, 2026 at 8:03 AM
zaphodiop.bsky.social
I know there are some #GhostRoach #RoachGhost fans on here, as well as some #BottomGhost and #SubGhost fans. I've got a little treat for y'all. :)

CW: PTSD, boundaries, self-sabotage, rejection, disassociation, post-flashback, undernegotiated kissing (1/3) #COD #CallofDuty #ficWIP
Sanderson should have been thinking about Vernon. About the parachute. About the fact that someone had tried to kill him. That he was still in immediate danger. That the one person he could trust was having a psychotic episode. He should have been focused on anything other than the way Simon Riley’s body curled into his own, warm and pliant against his chest. “Top n’ Tail?” Riley had asked timidly when they first discussed bedding arrangements. “The fuck is that?” Sanderson blurted out. Articulate as always, Gary, he thought sardonically to himself. To Riley's credit, he didn't seem fazed by Sanderson's confusion over his Britishisms. "Means we lie next t’ each other, but flipped,” Riley had explained. "Me feet by your ‘ead, yours by mine.” He was backpedaling from his earlier request, Sanderson realized. From the fact he all but begged Sanderson to hold him. Perhaps Riley was starting to come to his senses now and realized that request was extremely intimate and personal. Except Sanderson didn't care that it was. “Considering you almost puked, I think it's better if I just make good on my promise to hold you so you don't retch,” Sanderson deadpanned. “You seem to need to avoid pungent smells, and feet aren't exactly known for smelling like Irish Spring.” Simon blushed, the redness running from his neck to the tips of his ears. “Tha's fair,” he had mumbled, then climbed into bed without another word. And that's how Sanderson wound up in his current predicament—his mind and body a fucking war zone. Between the rush of adrenaline still pounding in his veins, the weight of the day crashing down on him, and the way Riley—Simon—felt pressed tight to every inch of his body, Sanderson felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, peering over into something dangerous. Something he was too scared to name. Simon's body was warm—tucked into Sanderson’s chest like it was the only place he belonged. His breath was slow, his muscles had relaxed, but his fingers still curled tightly into the fabric of Sanderson’s shirt. Holding on for dear life. He let out a slow, measured breath, dragging his hand up into Simon’s hair before he could stop himself. It was soft. Softer than he’d expected. Like silk. He gripped it lightly. Simon’s voice made a low, desperate noise at the gentle tug of his hair. Not just any sound either—a submissive, pathetic moan. His arms tightened around Sanderson’s ribs, his face pressed further into Sanderson’s chest, his breath hot against his skin. Something twisted low in Sanderson’s gut and he bit back a groan. This was a mistake. This was already too much. The tension in his chest was pulling tight, wrapping around his ribs like Simon’s strong arms, and yet—he didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t stop Simon from seeking more warmth, more contact. Sanderson swallowed and allowed his hand to slide back down to Simon’s back, rubbing soothing circles into his knotted muscles. Simon's breath hitched before he sighed and relaxed, breath dancing lightly across his skin and rendering Sanderson immobile. He was so deeply and irrevocably, fucked. He should have pulled away, but he also didn't want whatever this was to stop either. Instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around Simon, his fingers pressing further into the ridges of his spine and causing Simon to arch into him. Too close. Riley’s breath ghosted over his collarbone, the scent of him—vanilla, wood smoke, Earl Grey, tobacco—wrapping around Sanderson, sinking into his lungs. It should have been calming, grounding. Instead, it was intoxicating. This was supposed to be about keeping his only ally together, Sanderson had told himself. But now, his pants were becoming unbearably tight, and he was struggling to keep this shit tactical. Sanderson forced himself to breathe. Forced himself to ignore the heat coiling tight in his stomach. This was wrong. This shouldn't have been about the fact that Simon smelled like fucking heaven and sighed into his touch like a man starved of affection. Shouldn't have been about the way he had melted into Sanderson like he belonged there. This was about keeping Simon together. Keeping both of them together. And yet— Simon suddenly shifted. A slow, unconscious roll of his hips, an almost imperceptible press of muscle and heat, but Sanderson felt it like a fucking landmine went off beneath his trousers. His breath hitched, sharp and involuntary. Simon must have felt it, because he suddenly froze. Shit. The warmth of his breath stilled against Sanderson’s collarbone. His fingers tightened against the fabric of Sanderson’s shirt, as if realizing—truly realizing—how close they were. Jesus Christ. This was a mistake.
February 23, 2025 at 8:56 PM
zaphodiop.bsky.social
Writing a #COD fic that takes place in 2015-16 is giving me nostalgia I didn't expect from the Mid-2010s. 🤣

#GhostRoach #GhostSoap #CallofDuty
It's been 84 years Titanic Meme
February 22, 2025 at 3:55 PM
zaphodiop.bsky.social
Honestly, I think my favorite descriptor I've ever used for Ghost's eyes is calling them sharp as concertina wire.

Shit's wicked sharp. Pic for reference.

Anywho, more #ghostroach writing WIPs.

#COD #callofduty #simonghostriley #garyroachsanderson #ghost #roach
Screenshot of an excerpt from a fanfic that reads as follows: “I hid it here, sir,” he whispered, prying the damaged parachute free of its coffin. Riley took it without a word. No hesitation. No sign that he’d spent even a moment falling apart. He held the chute up, stretching it between his hands. His fingers moved with practiced precision, inspecting the straps, the seams, the frayed edges. Sanderson swallowed. He hated waiting. Finally, Riley tossed the chute onto the bed. He zeroed in on the reserve cords, burying his fingers into the fabric to fish out the severed ends, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. A slow exhale. “Well,” he said, voice calm as ever as he sat on the bed. “Seems like someone tried to squish you, Bug.” Sanderson’s stomach dropped. His mouth felt dry. He looked at Riley again. This was not the wrecked, vulnerable man from earlier. This was the soldier. The professional. The cold, lethal weapon Vernon had dragged into this mess. Screenshot of an excerpt from a fanfic that reads as follows: He looked at Riley again. This was not the wrecked, vulnerable man from earlier. This was the soldier. The professional. The cold, lethal weapon Vernon had dragged into this mess. And something about that transition between Simon and whatever…this…was—how seamless, how instant it had been—left Sanderson’s skin crawling. Where the fuck did Vernon find this guy? “Yeah,” Sanderson said, voice hollow. He let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand down his face. "Figured as much.” Riley didn’t react, at least not that Sanderson could tell. His fingers kept moving, tracing the severed cords as his face remained a stoic mask of pensiveness. Not a trace of what he was thinking. Not a flicker of anything remotely useful to get a bead on his inner machinations. Gooseflesh prickled on Sanderson's neck. “This wasn’t an accident.” Riley’s voice was low, measured. Sanderson swallowed. “No shit. Tell me something I don't know.” “This,” Riley went on, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes locked onto Sanderson’s, sharp as concertina wire. “This was done with a clean ‘and. Precise. Someone who knew exactly where to cut to ‘ide the sabotage from a routine inspection.” Close-up view of crossed concertina wire with sharp, coiled barbs forming an overlapping pattern against a blurred background.
February 15, 2025 at 8:44 PM
zaphodiop.bsky.social
I'm writing a long haul Ghost backstory fic, and I can be funny sometimes.

Roach has Gaz's luck with aircraft it seems.

#ghostroach #ghostsoap #eventualghostsoap #prizmak #cod #callofduty
Screenshot of a fic that reads: “LZ coming up fast,” Riley murmured in his ear. “Relax your body.” Sanderson swallowed thickly and wrapped his legs around Riley's waist, but kept the rest of his body relatively loose to minimize impact damage. Riley hit the ground hard, causing Sanderson's teeth to rattle, and rolled with their forward momentum, unclipping his chute so they wouldn't tangle. Sanderson felt the air rush from his lungs each time Riley's heavy body landed on top of him as they rolled. They must have done four or five complete revolutions before they finally came to a stop – Riley on his back and Sanderson straddling his lap. The position was compromising to say the least, but at this point Sanderson didn't give a damn. “Holy shit,” Sanderson whispered. “We're alive…we're fucking alive…” Riley chuckled beneath him, resting an exhausted hand on his thigh. “Thought bugs could fly, Sanderson.” “Shut the absolute fuck up.”
February 2, 2025 at 1:46 AM
vandrrian.bsky.social
#callofduty #ghostroach
March 10, 2025 at 9:32 AM
berriusagi.bsky.social
#Ghoap
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/81346416

#PriceGhost
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/81346701

#GhostRoach
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/81346861

#GhostGaz
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/81347126

#MaceGhost
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/81351916
March 17, 2026 at 1:00 PM
berriusagi.bsky.social
Another snippet for my bottom monster ghost fics!!! Here we have the elusive Ghost Ghost with another of our favorite sergeants Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson 🤭

#GhostRoach #Ghost #Roach #CallofDuty
October 25, 2025 at 4:19 PM
itadormouse.bsky.social
pining yearning AND longing ghostroach i NEED YOU IN MY LIFE
July 31, 2024 at 6:30 AM
itadormouse.bsky.social
i need to write some more ghostroach shits been chewin on the bars of its enclosure in my brain
July 26, 2024 at 11:18 PM
itadormouse.bsky.social
gaddamn i know ghostroach isnt a popular ship but i didnt think it was THAT unpopular. people gonna straight up ignore my soaproach piece when that goes up later this summer/possibly this month. yeesh
June 8, 2024 at 9:30 PM
itadormouse.bsky.social
im so desperately dead tired but this ghostroach is like flowing out of me im falling asleep on my keyboard but I GOTTA GET IT OUT BEFORE I FORGET 😭😭😭
June 6, 2024 at 4:43 AM
itadormouse.bsky.social
trying to keep playing ‘09 mw2 post ghostroach death scene
picture of eric andre looking sad and/or disappointed overlaid with text that says “please say sike”
March 13, 2024 at 3:41 AM
hurraaid.bsky.social
Kicking my lil heels because this whole saga is stupid but it has me so happy 🥰🥰
#ghostroach
August 20, 2025 at 9:24 PM