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Whitaker has a complicated relationship with sex, and comes up with an idea he would be interested in.
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11 Dec 2025
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Ghost would know Soap's scent anywhere, has let the other alpha get closer to him than anyone has been allowed to in a long time.
But none of that explains why he can smell Soap in his room when he's sleeping.
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01 Sep 2025
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Constellations We Make by anxiouscryptidd for starattler
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
30 Oct 2024
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Gaz has been pining after his captain for so long, unsure whether his feelings are returned.
Stuck in a safehouse for forty-eight hours with their comrades on the other side of the bedroom door, tensions are finally going to overflow.
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01 Sep 2025
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I miss the way you say my name (the way you bend, the way you break) by imnotmadeofeyes
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
09 Feb 2025
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War has a way of doing that to a soldier, Soap knows. It’s why he’s shagged so many men and women in his old task forces, it's why he's shagged Ghost and even shagged Price that one time, years ago, before joining the 141. Human touch makes human. And he craves Ghost's touch more than should be humanly possible.
In the chaos of their military life, Ghost and Soap crash into each other.
OR: A self-indulgent Friends With Benefits fic with tons of sex before they start communicating.
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20 Aug 2025
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When Soap opens his eyes, it’s not to the sharp, sterile white of hospital fluorescents like he’s come to expect after a mission gone wrong.
It’s warm. Soft. Dust dancing lazily in the air above him. The mattress beneath him is firm but unfamiliar. The pillow smells faintly of cigarette smoke and old linen.
Where the fuck—
Pain slams into his skull like a brick. A deep, throbbing ache just behind his eyes that makes him groan low in his throat. It comes paired with the dry pull of dehydration and a strange tightness in his chest that flares every time he tries to move.
Then he hears it.
Breathing.
Close.
Too close.
Slow, uneven—like whoever it is can’t decide if they’re relieved or about to fall apart. The rhythm’s just off enough to trigger every survival instinct he’s got.
Something is wrong.
His eyes snap to the side.
And there, sitting far too near on the edge of the bed, is a shape he knows instantly.
Skull mask. Broad shoulders. Black tactical gear, dusty and worn.
Ghost.
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Or; Ghost kidnaps Soap.
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