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Post-MWIII: When Soap is killed by Makarov in the tunnels, the 141 are overrun and forced to leave his body behind with the enemy.
They never anticipate the mad, masked monster wearing Soap's face to come crawling back out, shaped and reborn by Makarov into weapon tailor made to destroy them all.
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“I’m not going to hurt you while you’re under my care,” Ghost said, voice low. “But you’re here to be fucked, is that understood?”
Blue eyes glanced up at him. They looked contemplative, like he was thinking over his options, as if he had a choice to begin with. Slowly, he nodded.
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Ghost is awarded a new toy after their forces overtake the enemy. The man’s a spirited little shit with bright eyes and a smart mouth, but Ghost’s never shied away from a challenge. He’d always loved breaking in new guests, wondered what it was about this one that had his cock stirring the way it did.
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06 Oct 2024
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Ghost is haunted by visions of the fated omega he’d rejected years ago whilst on leave, intent to live his life without ever seeing him again.
When Soap joins the 141, Ghost is hellbent on suppressing his inescapable attraction to his omega, and the unstoppable mating instincts overcoming his senses.
That is, until he very much isn’t.
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06 Oct 2024
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He pants against your mouth, and you can feel the stretch of his grin—a languorous, satiated smile like the sunrise in the winter. All dark, endlessly so, and then suddenly—
Johnny feels like dusk. The first breach of the morning over the lands; a sleepy haze of light eating into the tenebrose that shrouds everything around you. A steak of ochre, gold, in a world of darkness; the varicoloured smear of pastel clouds breaking over the horizon.
Being with him is a little bit like cupping the sun in the palm of your hand.
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11 May 2024