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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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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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"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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For HuckleRobby week day 3: Red string of fate -
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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