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In the silent moments after battle, a lone knight dies in the snow.
A cursed arrow.
A winged deity awakens; an angel of death granting life.
In a quiet forest, Jayce and Viktor meet.
And so it goes.
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Jayce finds his place in the commune.
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“Don’t fall for a man, bairn. They’ll steal your pelt and your soul.”
On the storm-bitten coast of Eilead, Scotland, a selkie watches a man who does not belong to the sea and Soap can’t help but be drawn to him. Ghost walks the cliffs like he carries the weight of a life he never chose. And Soap, wild and salt-born, should know better.
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08 Jan 2026
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Simon and Ghost are two separate entities, one human and the other symbiote. Together they are also The Ghost, a well respected but feared soldier known to have zero attachments and body count that Death could only dream of.
Ghost’s content with the life they live, the bloodshed, the loneliness… well, that’s they think until a certain Scotsman comes along and reminds Simon how to be human.
(Or a venom ghoap au that loosely follows the main plot in which Simon deals with Johnny making him feel things(tm))
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25 Dec 2025
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"I know how I play!" Soap shouted, stepping into Ghost's space with his fists clenched and jaw tight. "And I know how to read a fuckin' game, Riley, even if you don't think I'm worth shit beyond blockin' a puck with my fuckin' face—"
"That what tonight was?" Ghost snarled, cutting him off as he loomed over Soap, eyes blazing. "You weren't blockin' shite. You were frozen, fuckin' useless in the third—you let Graves rattle you—"
"Don't you fucking say his name—"
"You let him get in your head, MacTavish! We all saw it—"
"He was in my fuckin' scent!" Soap spat back before he could stop himself, voice cracking like ice underfoot. "What the fuck did you want me to do?!"
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Being the starting goalie for the Hereford Hornets was a dream come fucking true for John "Soap" MacTavish... at least, until it came to the EIHL Challenge Cup Playoffs.
No one could know he was an omega. Not the opposing Belfast Blades, not the league... and certainly not the Hornets' alternate captain, Simon "Ghost" Riley—the scariest enforcer in the league.
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14 Dec 2025
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The 141's mission to eliminate the head of the Zaragoza cartel goes horribly wrong, and ends with Soap and Price captured. They’ve got no weapons and no allies, and Roba’s second-in-command, The Ghost, is keeping them under constant watch.
The Ghost is an enigma. Roba’s right hand, his executioner. A faceless, stone-cold soldier with deadly accuracy. No name, no photos. Only one single, terrified survivor’s testimony describing him as la muerte encarnada; death incarnate.
But as the weeks of captivity go by, Soap begins to think there’s more to the man beneath the mask, and Price finds himself recalling old memories of a past subordinate. Soon, they find that their most dangerous enemy may just be their only hope for survival.
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Snow whipped around them both in a frenzy. It was all Soap could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other, dragging them both forward as frost nipped at his bones. Wind slammed them from all sides, roaring through the bare trees and covering Soap's footsteps as quickly as he made them. Claw-like branches grabbed at him and Ghost, but he didn't dare stop, no matter how hard they tried to force him back.
Stopping meant death.
And Soap wasn't about to let the man he loved freeze and be left forgotten in no-man's-land.
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Trapped in a collapsing blind and battered by days of snow and silence, Soap is fraying at the seams—cold, half-mad, and absolutely convinced his lieutenant is some cocked-up apparition of a man. But when the mission turns, everything spirals, leaving Soap to drag an injured, hypothermic Ghost through blizzard and blood to the last safehouse still standing.
(Or: A storm. A sniper’s nest. A confession years in the making. And the quiet moment where Soap finally gets to hold the man he never stopped falling for.)