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The grass thins as he comes upon a path, drier due to the proud heads of the tall, stern trees, which bow across the path to shield it from the rain. They rustle at him in greeting and Ghost pets his hand across their bark-lined faces as he passes, smiling when they shiver under his touch. Everything is so alive here, vibrant and gorgeous, utterly peaceful.
A family of critters - raccoons and foxes and a solitary doe - crosses the path in front of him. Ghost pauses to let them pass, lifts his hand in greeting when they chitter and bow their heads to him, aware and respectful of his status in this wild, beautiful land.
All things under their King's dominion recognize and adore him, for since he arrived, the forest has flourished.
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10 Feb 2026
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So, Soap’s a big guy. Obviously.
He’s not overly tall, but he’s wide in the shoulders and thick in the thighs. He’s the kind of big that’s naturally built all over: training muscles on top of mission muscles on top of an innate bulk.
He’s the kind of big that makes him immovable to most guys.
The kind of big that’s always been -ger than most everyone else—if not by height, than at least by heft.
So when they’re on mission and Ghost spots a grenade before Soap does, and, with no time to warn him, grabs him by the waist and flings him back behind cover, gear and all, Soap’s really not expecting to think much about it, aside from maybe, ‘Oh, shit.’
What he thinks instead is: ‘Oh-hmm.’
And then, in rapid succession: ‘Big.’
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Or, Soap realizes that Ghost is bigger than him. His dick realizes that’s hot.
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07 Nov 2025
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LochAndLoaded — Read your profile and I think you might be exactly what I’m looking for. Never done this before, have no idea what I’m doing. I’m used to being in control, but I think I’d like to see what it’s like to give it up.
John’s stomach flips as he reads it over, fingers tightening around the phone, breath hitching tightly in his chest. He doesn’t regret what he said, because it’s true. He does want to know what it would be like. And yet, he can’t help how raw it makes him feel, how exposed. Like something has been peeled open inside of him, and John is helpless to stop it.
He doesn’t even know when these thoughts started, only that he’s been thinking them for a while. This wanting turning into a need, sharp and relentless, plaguing John’s every waking thoughts. He knows he could go to the bar, knows he could find a pretty lad or lass and settle the ache in his belly.
But that ache always comes back.
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07 Nov 2025
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And in that pulse of light John sees him.
A man wearing a dark hood stands at the end of the hallway, massive and hulking, larger than any human should be. His shoulders rise and fall, slow and steady and John knows whoever this man is — he’s no soldier. There’s an underlying motion to him, a twitch that has John reaching for the pistol that he doesn’t have, warning bells going off in his mind.
The light sputters once more, and the figure is shifting, the slightest incline of his head as if he’s just realized John was behind him. But something is — different, the light seeming to catch on more than one shape at once.
“Identify your —” but words fail him as the figure turns further, John able to get a peek of what lies beneath the hood, the harsh light catching on the edge of a white skull mask. Haunting and familiar and John feels his breath catch sharp in his chest.
“Simon.”
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07 Nov 2025
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It was a dream, John flying out to London to meet with the team, Price explaining that he would get his in-house editors working on the project, that revisions and such usually took a few months. But everything was handled for him, the cover artist, the designs for the physical book itself, social media promotions. Everything.
And John didn’t even have words for how excited he was.
He glances at the name of the editor one more time, brows furrowed as he tries to remember who the fuck Ghost is. He met a ton of people at the office the other day, John Price welcoming him with open arms before introducing him to his team, a small group, and yet John knows he would remember the name of this person.
Seeing as it really wasn’t a name at all.
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07 Nov 2025