This is Why I Love the Ghost

Western Detective AU

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[Ghost x Soap] | 18+ MDNI | AU

AO3 Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X

TW: Manuel Roba (let's face it, dude's a scumbag), colonialism, US imperialism, caucasity, implied trauma, mentions of abuse, historical accuracies AND inaccuracies, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, Serial Killer Simon "Ghost" Riley, Crimes & Criminals, Organized, Smut in later chapters.

AN: I've been working on my second fic all because the idea came to me while I was listening to "Deadman" by Smash Into Pieces and "Reaper" by Silverberg. So check out both of those songs because they are very Ghost-esque in my humble opinion.

Also, Soap's horse's name is an Easter Egg for my all time favorite fic on here. Can you guess which one?

I also saw some folks on here talking about Cowboy!Ghost so hopefully y'all get a chance to check this story out lol

Enjoy!

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Summary:

"I'm gonna hunt you down to the edge of the world."

The year is 1880, and Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish of the infamous Pinkerton National Detective Agency is a man of many talents. Soap possesses the rare gift of an eididic memory and the ability to render artwork of crime scenes and suspects with a high degree of accuracy after seeing them only once. These talents quickly got him assigned to the Pinkertons' Task Force 141 under the command of Captain John Price.

While Price is in Texas handling a contract on behalf of a disgraced former general named Shepherd, whose life was threatened by a mysterious and monstrous serial killer simply known as "Ghost," Soap is assigned to Las Almas on an emergency sub-contract with Price's friends in the Vaqueros on behalf of Manuel Roba, a gold mining baron in Mexico who received a similar threat days apart from Shepherd.

However, not everything is as it seems, and the killer who can seemingly be in two places at once may have monsters of their own to vanquish.

he carries around pieces of wheat to chew cause he’s trying to quit smoking

Western Detective AU

[Ghost x Soap] | 18+ MDNI | AU

AO3 Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

TW: Manuel Roba (let's face it, dude's a scumbag), colonialism, US imperialism, caucasity, implied trauma, mentions of abuse, historical accuracies AND inaccuracies, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, Serial Killer Simon "Ghost" Riley, Crimes & Criminals, Organized, Smut in later chapters.

AN: I've been working on my second fic all because the idea came to me while I was listening to "Deadman" by Smash Into Pieces and "Reaper" by Silverberg. So check out both of those songs because they are very Ghost-esque in my humble opinion.

Also, Soap's horse's name is an Easter Egg for my all time favorite fic on here. Can you guess which one?

I also saw some folks on here talking about Cowboy!Ghost so hopefully y'all get a chance to check this story out lol

Enjoy!

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Summary:

"I'm gonna hunt you down to the edge of the world."

The year is 1880, and Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish of the infamous Pinkerton National Detective Agency is a man of many talents. Soap possesses the rare gift of an eididic memory and the ability to render artwork of crime scenes and suspects with a high degree of accuracy after seeing them only once. These talents quickly got him assigned to the Pinkertons' Task Force 141 under the command of Captain John Price.

While Price is in Texas handling a contract on behalf of a disgraced former general named Shepherd, whose life was threatened by a mysterious and monstrous serial killer simply known as "Ghost," Soap is assigned to Las Almas on an emergency sub-contract with Price's friends in the Vaqueros on behalf of Manuel Roba, a gold mining baron in Mexico who received a similar threat days apart from Shepherd.

However, not everything is as it seems, and the killer who can seemingly be in two places at once may have monsters of their own to vanquish.

Alone Mission from Ghost's POV

[Ghost x Soap] | 18+ MDNI

AO3 Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII

TW: Canon typical violence, implied trauma, mentions of abuse, author is neurodivergent and writes Ghost the same way, references to Autistic masking and possible trauma-related DID. I did not give Ghost a specific diagnosis because I wanted to leave it open for the reader to decide how they wished to relate to him. LIGHT SMUT POSSIBLE IN LATER CHAPTERS

AN: Hey guys, I went ahead and did some reworking on this story and I also finally got an AO3 account, so this will be the only place you can read this fic. I did not use all of the possible dialogue from the Alone Mission, but I did use what I felt made sense for the setting and for the purpose of telling the story from Ghost's POV.

Enjoy!

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Summary:

"We're teammates... Friendship's not in the field manual, Johnny…"

Those who knew Ghost the best didn't really know him. If they did, they would have detected how every sinew in his body had been tightly wound since arriving in Mexico. They would have realized he was on high alert and had remained on high alert the second he stepped off that damn C-130 at the airfield just outside Las Almas. They would have known about how uneasy being in Mexico made him after his little hiccup in 2016. Even Price, when he asked the young Lieutenant if he would be able to do this mission, never saw the stiffness wrack his body when he said he was fine.

Ghost preferred it that way.

Lemme show you an example through the amazing Marcin: https://youtu.be/QAShTQaMRdg

THIS is what a classically trained guitarist can do with fingerstyle playing and it's absolutely amazing. So thinking about Ghost just casually dooting around on a grand like this has me feelings things.

pining ♡

Each mission Ghost wears different contacts. Soap believe Ghost’s eyes are dark brown, almost black. Then they get back to base and suddenly Ghost has the most beautiful grey eyes he has ever seen.

“What the fuck?” is all Soap managed to say, staring at Ghost’s eyes in shock.

“The fuck are you looking at?”

Soap just points at Ghost’s eyes, unable to say anything else. Ghost blinked before he just sighs, rolling his eyes and walking off.

“Everyone has eyes, MacTavish.”

Since then Soap paid close attention to Ghost’s eyes. Aggressive eye contact, the man’s eyes being the only thing Soap would ever look at. After day three Gaz was starting to get weirded out by Soap’s constant eye contact with Ghost.

“Can you stop that? Weirding me out.”

“What color are Ghost’s eyes?”

“What?”

“During our hunt for Hassan, his eyes were this dark brown but now they’re grey?”

“… Suds he wears contacts.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yea… The pair he was wearing during all that mayhem doubled as sunglasses.”

“Oh… what color are his actual eyes?”

Gaz just shrugs, “Not sure, actually. He’s always wearing these different color contacts so I don’t know.”

- @the141ghost

Western Detective AU

[Ghost x Soap] | 18+ MDNI | AU

AO3 Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

TW: Manuel Roba (let's face it, dude's a scumbag), colonialism, US imperialism, caucasity, implied trauma, mentions of abuse, historical accuracies AND inaccuracies, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, Serial Killer Simon "Ghost" Riley, Crimes & Criminals, Organized, Smut in later chapters.

AN: I've been working on my second fic all because the idea came to me while I was listening to "Deadman" by Smash Into Pieces and "Reaper" by Silverberg. So check out both of those songs because they are very Ghost-esque in my humble opinion.

Also, Soap's horse's name is an Easter Egg for my all time favorite fic on here. Can you guess which one?

I also saw some folks on here talking about Cowboy!Ghost so hopefully y'all get a chance to check this story out lol

Enjoy!

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Summary:

"I'm gonna hunt you down to the edge of the world."

The year is 1880, and Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish of the infamous Pinkerton National Detective Agency is a man of many talents. Soap possesses the rare gift of an eididic memory and the ability to render artwork of crime scenes and suspects with a high degree of accuracy after seeing them only once. These talents quickly got him assigned to the Pinkertons' Task Force 141 under the command of Captain John Price.

While Price is in Texas handling a contract on behalf of a disgraced former general named Shepherd, whose life was threatened by a mysterious and monstrous serial killer simply known as "Ghost," Soap is assigned to Las Almas on an emergency sub-contract with Price's friends in the Vaqueros on behalf of Manuel Roba, a gold mining baron in Mexico who received a similar threat days apart from Shepherd.

However, not everything is as it seems, and the killer who can seemingly be in two places at once may have monsters of their own to vanquish.

Hope it helps! ♥

Alone Mission from Ghost's POV

[Ghost x Soap] | 18+ MDNI

AO3 Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

TW: Canon typical violence, implied trauma, mentions of abuse, author is neurodivergent and writes Ghost the same way, references to Autistic masking and possible trauma-related DID. I did not give Ghost a specific diagnosis because I wanted to leave it open for the reader to decide how they wished to relate to him. LIGHT SMUT POSSIBLE IN LATER CHAPTERS

AN: Hey guys, I went ahead and did some reworking on this story and I also finally got an AO3 account, so this will be the only place you can read this fic. I did not use all of the possible dialogue from the Alone Mission, but I did use what I felt made sense for the setting and for the purpose of telling the story from Ghost's POV.

Enjoy!

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Summary:

"We're teammates... Friendship's not in the field manual, Johnny…"

Those who knew Ghost the best didn't really know him. If they did, they would have detected how every sinew in his body had been tightly wound since arriving in Mexico. They would have realized he was on high alert and had remained on high alert the second he stepped off that damn C-130 at the airfield just outside Las Almas. They would have known about how uneasy being in Mexico made him after his little hiccup in 2016. Even Price, when he asked the young Lieutenant if he would be able to do this mission, never saw the stiffness wrack his body when he said he was fine.

Ghost preferred it that way.