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Head Trauma and the Romance That Follows by ingeniivm
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
02 Dec 2022
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Soap had stopped responding five minutes ago.
or: another soap gets hurt and ghost freaks out ab it fic but this time they're both fucked in the head
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- Part 2 of cod ramblings and such
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To Ghost, one night stands weren’t uncommon. Usually just before being deployed on a new job, he would find himself in a bar looking for a hook up, using sex as a form of stress relief before going away for God knows how long. It’s never been an issue before.
That is until now.
He’s stood on the tarmac, a familiar face approaching his with a smart grin on his face, “Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah Lt?” A light punch to his shoulder, “Save you a seat, sir.”
Ghost stares, unmoving as the smug Sergeant turns and moves onto the helicopter that awaits them, “Fuckin’ hell.”
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Ghost had a one night stand with a man he met in the bar. The following day, he finds out the man is his new Sergeant. -
I'll call you many names, but most importantly I'll call you mine by BirbBooper
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Nov 2022
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Who knew that the 141's very own Ghost was weak to pet names?
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Soap uses a pet name on Ghost and realizes the power he has with them, he also loves his partner a lot
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- Part 3 of Ghost/Soap Brainrot
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Sequel to "Good Night"
Soap and Ghost fall into a nightly routine of jerking off together while keeping the illusion of being oblivious to the other's actions. Ghost confronts him.
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“All you had to do was ask, Sergeant,” Ghost murmured in his ear. The hairs on the back of Soap’s neck stood at attention, and Soap’s body wanted to do the same: stand up and salute Ghost for the sheer commanding power the man radiated.
"It was more exciting to tease you, sir," Soap confessed, and he was sure he would suffer from heatstroke from how hot his insides felt. Molten magma instead of blood circulated inside his body, and sweat in the form of lava ran down his temples. He had to look away again, the intense look in Ghost’s eyes too much for his embarrassed self to handle.
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- Part 3 of Bedtime
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Soap and Ghost sleep in the same room. Soap masturbates to the thought of his roommate and wants to fulfill his exhibitionist fantasies. Ghost can't help but do the same.
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- Part 2 of Bedtime
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“Is — Is Ghost running from me?” Soap asked once the glow of Price’s cigar drowned out the flickering fluorescent lamp lights above them.
Price took a long drag before replying, “probably.”
That stung, but Soap appreciated the honesty as he folded his arms across the rusted metal of the piers fencing. He’d suspected as much — no — he knew as much to be true. Ghost was flighty as a feral cat, and no amount of food left out would bring the man home until he felt safe again. It pained him to recognize that he didn’t feel safe with Soap, not anymore. Maybe he never had in the first place, and that brief relinquishment of control between them was a fluke, if not something conjured up by Soap’s own subconscious to chase after a fleeting hope.
Soap wanted to love Ghost in whatever capacity the other would let him, but he could only get so far when he was stonewalled every step of the way.
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After the rubble clears from their night in the cabin, Soap is left with all the broken pieces that Ghost fled without. With bloodied hands, he learns the value of patience as they fight to define themselves.
[A sequel to Cuckoo in the Dove's Nest. Can be read as a standalone.]
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- Part 2 of Brood Parasites
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“You're alive, Johnny,” Ghost corrects, dryly. But Soap knows better. Can see it in the subtle tremble of his fingers. “Let's keep you tha’ way.”
Or: the absolutely required MW3 fix-it.
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- Part 7 of comatose [author's favorites]
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“You got a type?”
The picture of Ghost’s slow blinking is clear in his mind. How he'd maybe reposition himself in the tower, think up a cheeky response, and—
“Why, you want me to describe you?”
Weeell. Maybe. But he’s not tellin' Simon that.
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- Part 6 of comatose [author's favorites]
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Johnny curls into him, the weight—his chest so bare he can see right through that ribcage. Such a lucky bastard, he is. Digs his face right into the crook of Simon’s neck, lets himself be something to mold.
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"Ohh, c’mon,” Soap goads. “I thought this was a date. Be a gentleman.”