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12 Jan 2026
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A loosely connected series of GhostSoap fics based on my own headcannons, through the course of their relationship. They won't necessarily be posted in order, but they will be ordered chronologically as they are posted. Based on prompts for whumptober, angstober, and flufftober, there will be a lot of whump, hurt/comfort, and some spice later on. Heed the tags!
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05 Jan 2026
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Working on editing and updating the first few chapters in-between posting new ones. Started this years ago so the first ones do not match the ones later on.
… Can reliance ease the madness
When every voice says I'm worthless?
I thought I would find the force from fighting
But if I win alone, I'm losing
… I'm turning horizons into battlegrounds
I cannot walk ahead without your guidance
I'm turning horizon into battlegrounds
And every step I take, without a sound
Can I hold on
Can I hold on to you?
- woodkidSimon resigned from the military to be a father. But how he imagined the transitioning from his Task Force to civilian family life would go, he was dead wrong.
Moving into a new flat trying to save his crumbling relationship things just escalates and he is spiraling.
So when his warm and charming Scottish neighbour enters his life, he is forced to face the conditioning and horros he'd lived through dead in the eye.
Good thing John isn't scared stepping straight into Simon's darkness. And fight it.Bookmarked by BSPPing
15 Aug 2025
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Soap is sold and bred over and over for ten years. Until he frees himself, in turn binding himself to the government for freedom. After two years of living a somewhat free life, he meets 141 where he learns to handle his trauma and finds that he is destined to love a male that terrifies the ever-loving shit out of him. An Alpha: a rank that has forever traumatized him. A male named Ghost.
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12 Jul 2025
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Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.
You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.
In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.
After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.
‘1337.’
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20 Mar 2025