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Lewis

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he/it | 23 | artist, writer | I don't use AI. I will not be using AI. I do not engage with AI 'creators'.

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Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

It's still Wednesday. I can still post a #ghoap wip.

#ghostsoap. cw for Ghost's horrible terrible themed turns of phrase.

Aside from amused at Soap's expense, Ghost seems genuinely curious. So, Soap generously ignores what might have been a pun.

“He wants to pet the dog.” Soap snorts and makes a beeline through the mess toward an emptying table. With Ghost at his back, he has an advantage over the crowd. “Gaz has been showin' that video around, and I keep gettin' people who think I'm the new authority on stray animals.”

“Aren't you?” Ghost slides into the seat opposite from where Soap sets his tray. “Seemed to have a pretty good handle on the situation.” Ghost's eyes are carefully blank when Soap looks up to catch his expression. Bastard probably knows he's trying to get a read on him.

“Is that what it looked like? Heard Gaz showed you too,” Soap prompts, grinning at the tightening around Ghost's eyes he gets for his effort.

“He did.”

“And?” Soap picks up his fork and makes a 'go on' gesture. “Don't leave me hangin'. I wanna know what 'Ghost the Wolf Hunter' thought of my daring venture.”

Ghost rolls his eyes, jaw working under the mask. It takes him a few seconds to respond, long enough that Soap can shovel in a few bites of his hash.

“Don't think that's a wolf.”

"That's it?"

“You want my professional opinion?” Ghost raises an eyebrow, tone flat. Soap frowns. He's starting to get the feeling that Ghost doesn't like where the conversation has gone but, for the life of him, he has no idea why.

As Soap sees it, his options are to push harder for a reaction (with the possibility that Ghost will ignore him for the rest of the day), ask him about it directly (with the possibility that Ghost will change the subject and _then_ ignore him for the rest of the day), or let it go and assume something crawled up Ghost's ass and died (as things seem prone to doing).

“You wanna give it?” Soap choses to let the topic end naturally. Rest in pieces whatever ruined Ghost's mood today. Godspeed, and all that.

“As your Lieutenant and commanding officer—” Oh for the love of god... Soap rolls his eyes and Ghost shoots him a proper glare. “I think that you should leave it well enough alone. Nothing good comes from fucking around with the unknown, best to stay in your lane when you have the chance.”

“Sir. Yes, Sir.”

The lingering glare tells Soap that his lack of luster has not gone unnoticed. He grimaces and tries to hide the blatant insubordination under another bite of his probably-meatloaf.

“I mean it, Soap. You're barking up the wrong tree.”

His fork stops only inches from his mouth, and his eyes snap up to make contact with Ghost's again. The man is as stoic as he was a few seconds ago.

“Ghost...”

“I don't want you slipping your collar in the middle of the night—“

“Ghost.”

“—to go chasing a cautionary tail and end up with your nose in something that'll put the bite on you.”

“Ghost, please.” Soap gives up on his food and drops his face into his hands. “I'm just tryin' to have lunch.” He knows the plea is useless. Once Ghost gets started, he won't stop until he's interrupted by something important enough, or he runs out of stupid shit to say. (Guess which happens first.)

“Feelin' ill, Johnny?”

“Aye. And who's fault do you think that is? You and your sick fuckin' jokes.” He glares up at Ghost through the cage of his fingers.

“Don't fuss.” Ghost leans in slightly and dips his head, patting the table between them with his palm in a mockery of comfort. “Get some hair of the dog in you, you'll be right as rain.”

“See, you wilnae say that when ye find where it came from,” Soap points out, grasping for some semblance of control in the quickly spiraling conversation. He feels somewhat vindicated when Ghost actually _does_ pause and tilt his head. Might be able to salvage this.

“Hair of the dog that bit you,” Ghost says.

“Aye,” Soap nods, smirking despite himself. “It came from Scotland.”

“The hair or the dog?”

“The—oh you daft fuckin' cunt!” Soap narrowly resists the urge to launch himself over the table, instead glancing around the crowded mess as he leans in toward Ghost and lowers his voice. “Gaun keep talkin' ya glakit bastart, cause ah know yer pure gantin' for a proper battering next time we're oan the mats, just ye wait.”

Ghost squints at him just slightly, corners of his eyes crinkling under the greasepaint.

“Is that any way to address your superior officer, Sergeant?”

“Is when my superior officer is talkin' pure shi—”

“Lover's quarrel?”

Soap jumps and only avoids embarrassment because Ghost startles as well—though much more subtly (with him, it's all in the eyes and breath). He turns to look at the other end of the table where Price stands with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised, mustache slanted in what's probably a smirk. John has to swallow back the urge to spit something equally vitriolic at the Captain; it's one thing to give Ghost grief, but something tells him that Price wouldn't be nearly as forgiving were that behavior directed toward him.

“Naw,” Soap says instead, lowering himself back into his seat and taking up his fork again. “We're gettin' along fine.” He punctuates this with a glare toward Ghost, who's still looking far too smug.

“That so?”

“Nothin' to worry about,” Ghost assures—though since it's coming from him, it sounds less reassuring and more like he's trying to get the Captain off his ass. Case in point, Ghost is standing the next moment, easing away from the table with the sort of nonchalance he only affects when he's trying to make a quick get-away, but can't pull his usual stunt of disappearing into the ether.

“See you at the briefing, Captain. Sergeant.” He tips his head incrementally toward them both, but his gaze lingers on Soap. “I've gotta go see a man about a dog.”

December 4, 2025 at 2:04 AM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

Artists! Please show:

✨️ the first piece you did in 2025
✨️ your favorite piece of the year
✨️ your most popular piece
✨️ your most recent piece

... chose most popular w/ friends and family because I did NOT post a lot this year lol.

Illustration of a horse in tactical gear, looking down at a crushed fairy mushroom house. Fairies are swarming around his hooves.

Drawing of a brown-haired man with cat ears laying on a table, his expression is peaceful. Above him stands a red-haired man with cat ears and wearing a labcoat, he is focused on a tablet he's holding. Text beside the red-haired man says 'My mad scientist husband', text over the brunette says 'me doing whatever the hell he wants'

Traditional drawing of a landscape depicting a grassy field with poppies in the foreground and a red cabin in the background. It has a decorative, leafy boarder, and an overlapping square in the upper left corner that shows a bowl of strawberries.

Digital, stylized portrait of a brown-skinned man with gold eyes. He has a prominent scar on the right side of his face and is holding a shining, golden knife. His expression makes him seem disinterested.

November 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

Take the fictional character quiz and post the first four you know:
openpsychometrics.org/tests/charac...

Lot of my favorites were on this list above 50% similarity

May 18, 2025 at 10:50 PM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

It's hilarious you say that because this bit literally DIRECTLY follows what I already posted—so glad the vision of Ghost fighting to remember every joke he's heard someone else tell so that he can keep engaging Soap in convo is shared

"Because you said I had jokes," Ghost corrects. "I didn't. Figured I should."

"So you're telling me—in Las Almas?"

Ghost shakes his head. "I was strugglin', if I'm honest," he admits at Soap's incredulous glare. "Pretty sure I got a headache trying to remember what all I'd heard before."

May 8, 2025 at 9:51 AM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

It's still Wednesday I can still post a #ghoap wip.
#ghostsoap, even.

"You made a commend about it and then it turned into a bit. I didn't want to run out of material."

"You—?"

"I bought a joke book."

Soap blinks. "Because I said you were funny?"

"Because you said I had jokes," Ghost corrects. "I didn't. Figured I should."

May 8, 2025 at 12:55 AM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

[Edgelord post about personal thing that's bothering me] anyway here's a cliff.

March 13, 2025 at 4:20 AM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

Sit and talk to God in Venice-Vegas
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#art, #digitalart

January 26, 2025 at 4:19 AM

Lewis

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Bro is clocked out. I should draw him more often.

#codfanart, #Ghost, #Ghostcod

January 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM

Lewis

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To be fair it's good game, but just one could not be me

January 5, 2025 at 1:20 PM

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December 5, 2024 at 3:02 AM

Lewis

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Picture of an artist's workspace. There's a floral sketch on a light table, a page of flowers and color swatches in the upper left corner, masking tape in the lower left, and a circle stencil in the middle of the photo.

December 4, 2024 at 8:12 PM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

Introduce yourself with four video games

Friends who want to play online HATE him.

November 19, 2024 at 7:15 PM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

Bluesky's open, quote one art piece to promote yourself.

... still really like this one, honestly. #ghostsoap

November 18, 2024 at 1:02 AM

Lewis

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I must strike fear into the masses

Picture of an orange popsicle with a bite taken out of it

November 15, 2024 at 4:03 AM

Lewis

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Some #gijinka commissions for people over on #dungeoncoursers
#art #digitalart

November 13, 2024 at 3:07 PM

Lewis

@002405.bsky.social

[Edgy caption about declining mental health] anyway I've been into HORSES recently. Here's a bald one. Her name is Miss Lady. If you even care...

#dungeoncoursers