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Soap has never backed out of a dare in his whole life. When Gaz dares him to ask Ghost for a kiss will he find the nerve?
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"C'mere" he said, taking hold of Soaps elbow and hauling him easily to his feet. The Scot protested, surprised eyes flicking to Ghosts, worried that perhaps he had overstepped a boundary.
Ghost led him over to the kitchen counter that held the kettle. He dumped the sorry excuse of a cuppa into the sink with relief.
"Gonna teach you the art of making tea" he said, and Soap groaned.***
Just a silly little story I've had in my notes for ages, because I think Ghost is just as particular about his tea as I am.
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“It means I own that shite little flat of yours, and the little shop you go to every morning to buy fags. I own the drugs you sell, and the money you earn, and that dirty little dogging spot you suck cock at once a week.” John’s tears broke free of their defences and fell heavily down his cheeks. A sob escaped him as a hand that told instantly of the death it had wrought stroked up his throat, and tightened. “And I own you, John MacTavish.”
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In search of a fresh start, John has just moved to a new city. This fateful decision leads to his being tangled in a spider’s web of corruption, with Death at its centre.
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02 Jul 2025
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Ghost stares up at Johnny, heart racing in his chest like he’s just run twenty klicks through enemy territory. His ears are ringing, Johnny’s words echoing in his mind. His sergeant is so close to the truth. Ghost is nothing but a beast, a dog on a tight leash. Price points, and Ghost attacks. It’s been that way since he was reborn in the ashes of his old life. He snaps and snarls at anyone who gets too close, wears his mask like a muzzle to keep everyone at bay. But Johnny has never feared him. Not like he should.
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26 Jan 2025
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How about another Fortune? by ramrage (buttcushions)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
05 Jan 2025
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(This is a gay love story)
Enjoy what you have, hope for what you lack.
How about another Fortune?
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Lucky Numbers 19, 54, 37, 40, 47, 21Soap is a heterosexual man in love, and everything is great. Really, it is. Factually speaking, no less.
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05 Jan 2025
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Soap chuckled. “Why, Ghost, d'ye fancy ye’rself t'be the Devil?”
“No,” the response was immediate, and all the humor had fled Ghost's voice. For a moment, he was deadly serious. “I'm much, much worse.”
A chill shivered down Soap's spine, nothing to do with logic and everything to do with raw animal instinct. His fingers twitched around his rifle, his weight dropping into the balls of his feet in preparation to run, to fight.
But then he remembered who he was talking to.
“Ach, ye’r no de'il, just a wee ghostie,” he drawled into his com, settling back down into his easy stance, watching as the rain petered out softly, leaving curling steam rising from the ground.Or,
Soap and Ghost intercept a sex trafficker and Soap sees a gentler side of Ghost than he expected.Bookmarked by Jacq_silver
03 Jan 2025
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It’s easy enough to keep himself still when Johnny begins to touch him. He drags warm, firm hands across Simon’s back, his palms sliding effortlessly against skin and scars alike with the oil slicking the way. It’s as familiar as it is alien. Johnny’s hands, callused and strong. Reliable and sturdy; clever and quick. They’re the same hands that clap him on the shoulder and pat him on the arm and hand him a mug of tea.
He’s rarely had them on his bare skin. Simon runs hot; knows it because of how he’s had to act as the human furnace on missions with subzero temperatures and snow banks taller than his head. But Johnny’s hands mark their path across the plane of his back with a pleasant warmth, one that lingers even as his touch moves on.
Johnny’s palms dig into the meat at his shoulders, then push down, across his back and his ribs and his waist. By the time his hands catch at his waistband, Simon has arched into the sensation like a cat, muscles trembling. Johnny’s hands lift away and, strings cut, he collapses into the bed, breath shaking.
or: Ghost has been tense lately; Soap helps him with that.
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29 Aug 2024