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Soap really had the prettiest dick Ghost had ever seen. Thick and long, veins to die for, and flushed a pretty pink at the tip. Many men took all sorts of artificial enhancers just so they could to get a cock like that, but the sergeant just happened to win the genetic lottery.
Too bad that all Soap knew how to do was be a good little hole and take it.
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In The Nick Of Time by Celestial_Shadow for KellsBells12
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
24 May 2026
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The current mission of the 141 was to hunt down a rogue criminal group who were suspected to be hiding on a remote island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. It was just like any other deployment. Go in, do their job, and get out.
Ghost had been sure it would be a regular, standard mission, only to have his world turned upside down when Soap had been badly injured. The fear that shot through him as he watched the rapidly growing pool of blood underneath the omega made him quickly realize that his feelings were not purely platonic.
Soap's condition was incredibly fragile, and if he wasn't careful, he could miss the chance to act on his feelings entirely.
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Soap had a craving.
He longed to be chased, bolting through the forest as a beast ran hot on his heels, driven by the primal instinct of desire.
He wanted to be caught eventually, pinned to the floor and be completely at the mercy of his pursuer. It didn't matter how much he struggled.
It was a difficult fantasy to fulfill. He was a big guy, packed with strong, lean muscle and a fighting capability that would put most alphas to shame. Not many could hold him down the way he wanted.
Thankfully, he knew just the alpha for the job.
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After complaining about how sore his muscles were getting for several weeks, Price recommended John to a specific masseuse to work out the tension in his body. He had been a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, especially considering that this masseuse was apparently a retired veteran. He expected a harsh, cold exterior, rough hands, and a potentially painful experience.
However, one look at the giant, blond brick house of a man that greeted him for the appointment had John smitten. Simon was charming, handsome, and unbelievably hot.
Needless to say, all of his pent up tension was completely gone when he walked out of that massage session.
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As an omega, Soap never thought he would ever be the type to settle down in a domestic family, caring for his pups with a mate by his side.
When he had injured himself on patrol, he had been shifted from patrolling and hunting for the pack to caring for the pups over at the pack nursery.
A temporary placement, he had told himself.
Only, he hadn't expected how much he enjoyed caring for the adorable pups, watching them play and wrestle and chat his ear off as they told him everything they knew.
He certainly hadn't expected to become acquainted with one of the fiercest alphas in the pack. Not in the nursery, of all places.
What had originally been a quiet apprehension toward the alpha quickly morphed into a feeling of sweet affection.
AKA - An omegaverse whirlwind romance.
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Cow hybrid Soap lived happily on a small farm under the care of Nikolai and Gaz. He spent his days grazing sweet grass under the cool shade and sunning himself in the warm rays of the sun.
There was only one problem. When it came to milking time, he could never produce enough milk to meet quota.
He was glad that Gaz, who took care of the cows, was kind enough to give him gentle encouragement and reassurance, but Soap could see that even he was reaching his wits' end.
"C'mon Soap," Gaz murmured as he shut off the machine, "We don't wanna let you go, mate, but we're a small farm. Can't afford to keep cattle that don't produce," he pet Soap's hair gently, "If you don't give us more milk, our last resort will be to breed some calves out of ya."
Within the next week, Soap was met with the arrival of a new bull by the name of Ghost. Tall, blond, and the most gorgeous man Soap had ever seen in his life.
With some of Ghost's help, he would soon have no issue at all producing enough milk.
For COD Hybrid Week 2026!
Chapter 1: First Meeting (Day 1)
Chapter 2: Breeding Kink (Day 7) -
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To many groups of hybrids, mating was a significant event. Most of them were social animals, and therefore held long-standing beliefs and rituals surrounding consummation and bonding.
Soap was an omega rabbit hybrid, and to be honest, their group didn't have that many rituals surrounding mating bonds. It was often just done between the couple, with no big fanfare or celebration until after the bond was cemented.
Ghost, however, was an alpha wolf hybrid. Soap was aware that to them, pack was super important, and along with pack came a whole list of customs and traditions for many milestone events in life.
Mating was one of them.
It turned out that their pack ritual was a public mating, which meant several pack members would be watching Ghost fuck and knot Soap, watching as the alpha sunk his teeth into Soap's mating gland.
Soap was a little nervous, to say the least.
For COD hybrid week day 5: courting ritual/mating, kink discovery/exploration, public sex
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As one of the many dog hybrids in the military, Soap had been smitten ever since he met Ghost. The rabbit hybrid smelled incredibly sweet, making his mouth water every time he took a whiff.
Their constant playful banter and teasing remarks always leaned just a touch on the flirty side, allowing Soap free to imagine all sorts of things they could get up to in the bedroom.
Being a predator hybrid, he had made some... natural assumptions on their positions.
Only, when he got the chance to take things a bit further, he quickly realized just how much he liked being under Ghost.
For COD hybrid week day 2: Teasing/Sparring
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After a mission gone sideways in the snowy mountains, Soap is left as the sole survivor from their helicopter crash. Alone, injured, and in the middle of a blizzard, he desperately needs to find shelter and supplies before the cold takes him out.
As he tries to regain his bearings and think of his next steps, he hears a weird, insistent clicking noise off into the distance. Against his better judgment, he limps toward it, a spark of hope rising in his chest that maybe one of his teammates survived the crash after all.
Only, when he reaches the source of the noise, it's not his teammate at all. It's not even human.
Dark, ridged horns, huge inky black wings, and eyes that blazed gold as the creature stares him in the eye.
What stands before him is a massive, dragon-hybrid.
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"What you got?" Soap asked.
"Tequila. You like it?"
"No. Tastes like dog piss."
"'Course you'd know what dog piss tastes like." Ghost teased, continuing before Soap could reply, "I'll take your word for it."
Soap rolled his eyes at the obvious dog joke, shaking his head before speaking, "Got a tactical use for dog piss?"
There was a beat of silence as Ghost fixed Soap with a hungry gaze, dragging up and down his body before a slow grin appeared on his face. His voice dipped low, "Wolf hunting. They follow the scent."
Soap's eyes shot over to Ghost, heat trickling down his abdomen as he realized that Ghost was hunting him. His heart rate picked up in his chest as he swivelled his body to fully face the other man, excitement coursing through his veins.
Being a werewolf meant he was a natural predator full of sharp teeth and claws, but in this very moment, the way that Ghost stared him down made him feel like prey.
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"Don't think for too long. Got people waiting." Robby spoke, drawing their attention, "Let's see… Santos why don't you take the lady in North 3, took a fall down some stairs. Javadi, head to South 4 for nausea and vomiting."
"Got it."
"Yep."
"And Whitaker—" He glanced over at the man, body freezing as soon as his gaze dragged down to the red line that trailed up from the floor, looping around Whitaker's pinky and tied into a neat little knot.
"Um—" His heart jumped in his chest as he tried to scramble for words to say. He shook his head to clear the sudden cacophony of urgent thoughts that entered his mind, "Whitaker. Join Langdon in trauma one."
The younger man sent him a quick nod, turning to rush off, only to pause as Robby cleared his throat and added, "And come back to find me later."
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Soap gets himself stuck in a hole in the wall. Ghost happens to find him and decides to have some fun with the situation.
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When he looked properly, he couldn't tear his eyes away. His gaze dragged over Soap's tan skin, most of it exposed save for the lacy black panties with skull patterns embedded in the lace, and the harness that cupped his pecs beautifully, making them look plush and full. A headband with devil horns sat atop his head, bright red and pointy.
"You're wearin' this?" Ghost asked, trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice.
"No." Soap huffed in amusement, "I'm gonna be a devil, Simon. I haven't finished with the costume. This," He gestured to his current state of dress, "Was supposed tae be a surprise fer you… later."
Understanding flashed through Ghost's eyes, his gaze darkened as he stalked forward like a predator.
"We can be late for the party."
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John MacTavish thought he was doing decently well in life. Despite giving up his dreams as a professional wrestler due to a knee injury, he was still able to stay close to the sport through his job. He had good coworkers, made enough money to afford a decent place to live, and even got to see his own celebrity crush, Simon "Ghost" Riley, live in the ring.
Ghost was a wrestling legend, with one of the most impressive track records in recent history, but he was hard to catch. Refused interviews and media press, never attended social athlete events, and never stuck around.
So, imagine Soap's surprise when he received a call one day, saying that The Ghost was willing to do an interview if Soap was the one conducting it.
He didn't even do interviews normally!
Nevertheless, he sure as hell wasn't going to pass on an opportunity like this.
Little did he know, this decision would change his life drastically.
AKA - A cute, mostly fluffy story of Soap getting with his celebrity crush <3
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Ghost closed his eyes, taking another sip from his drink before there was a sudden presence to his right. In an instant, the incubus felt his body tingle pleasantly, that undeniable pull making itself known.
Good things come to those who wait, it seemed.
“Haven’t seen someone as handsome as you ‘round here in a long, long time.” A low, Scottish voice purred. Ghost opened his eyes to meet a pair of dazzling blue ones, framed by a low brow and accompanied with a wicked smile.
The man was attractive. Strong jaw adorned with stubble, thin lips, round nose, and that stupid looking mohawk that somehow still worked for him. Ghost couldn’t afford to let this catch slip through his fingers tonight.
“Could say the same for you.” He murmured in response, swirling what remained of his drink in his glass.
“I go by Soap. You are?” The man offered a hand, looking up with a glint in his eye.
“Ghost.” He clasped a firm hand, only touching for a moment before withdrawing.
“Ghost,” Soap echoed, letting the name roll around his tongue, “Well, Ghost, can I buy you another drink?”
“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”
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Robby was all too aware of the frequent discrimination that happened to omegas working in the medical field. He'd seen it time and time again, how omegas got sidelined or abused at the hands of staff and patients.
So, when he laid eyes on Dennis Whitaker, a 4th year medical student at The Pitt, he vowed to himself to keep an extra eye out for the omega, making sure he was fitting in alright and wasn't being treated unfairly by others around him. The younger man was incredibly endearing in his own awkward, baby deer type of way.
He couldn't quite help it if his hands wandered a little, gentle pats on the shoulder or touches resting heavy along the omega's nape. It was nothing scandalous. Just a little friendly touch here and there never hurt anyone, right?
He certainly didn't expect his actions to result in Whitaker suddenly having a flash heat, caused entirely by him.
Well, shit.
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After becoming very intimately familiar with Ghost's cock piercings, Soap decides to get one of his own.
Needless to say, they both have a very good time with their shiny new toy.
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“Mmm, Nik.” He groaned, feeling heat trickle down his groin as the taller man pressed a warm thigh between his legs, “Nik, any further and I won't be able to walk out o’ here.”
The Russian scoffed, pulling back to speak properly, “We continue in the helicopter, then. The front is unlocked.”
“Are you nuts? Anyone can come in here!” Price hissed, looking around. The hangar was currently empty apart from them, but that didn't mean it would stay that way.
“Be quiet, and we will have no issue, John.” Nikolai purred, reaching between them to cup the front of Price's jeans. The Brit swore harshly under his breath, hips bucking into the touch of their own accord.
“Bloody hell. Can't believe I'm about to do this.” Price sighed, allowing himself to be ushered into the open door of the cockpit.
“First time for everything.”
NSFW prompt for NikPriceWeek2025 - Public
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“I’m not gay, Lt.”
Time froze for a long moment. Ghost wasn’t expecting that answer at all.
You meant to tell him that after all those longing stares, the praise seeking, licking his lips, Soap wasn’t into men?
He tilted his head, eyes narrowed as he leaned in even closer, until he could feel the heat of Soap’s body emanating from him, “That right?”
“Yep. Straight as a ruler.”
He knew what he saw. There was no way Soap was completely straight. No straight man ogled another man like that, licking his lips and begging for his praise like an over-eager mutt. Surely, he was in denial. That was the only conclusion Ghost could come to.
Instead of feeling discouraged, a slow grin spread across his face. As a soldier, he was well-versed with the idea that one defeat didn’t mean he lost the war. He would make Soap realize his desires, picking at his soft points until he broke and admitted it himself.
This was going to be fun.
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John felt a rush of heat shoot straight to his groin, eyes wide as his gaze dragged slowly across the man’s body. The unbuttoned shirt showed off strips of pale skin, dotted with a few beauty marks and scars.
“Johnny,” Simon greeted as he swirled his glass slowly, “I wanted some… more personal service this time. Strip and get on the bed for me, would you?”
He sputtered uselessly as the words finally clicked in his brain, his cheeks flaming with heat, “Sir! This- this isn’t a strip club! You can’t just-”
Simon looked him directly in the eye, his dark gaze and wicked grin making John freeze on the spot, “I thought this company prided itself on providing 5-star service?”
AKA - Ghoap join the mile high club