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Noah and the Anglerfish by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Jan 2025
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“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap breathes. “How often does he do this?”
Gaz turns, then, and meets his eye. “Us, and Price… We’re the only ones who’d live to talk about it,” he says. “It’s a last resort.” He reaches out, then, and puts his hand on Soap’s arm. “Being his handler means being the one to call the shots, Soap. We’re the only bloody things he cares about. Everything else is fodder. If you ever have to make this call, you better be damn sure you don’t care about survivors, because there won’t be any.”
Price had been so eager to give the order. Imagine holding the nuke in your hands, knowing that you’ll be the only thing to survive its detonation. Imagine being Noah, but with the power to call the Flood whenever he wished.
Soap shivers, something not altogether kind or good curling around his brainstem at the notion.
Whether Gaz clocks it or not, he can’t say, but he eventually murmurs, “You’ll need a psych eval after this. We all get one after Ghost smokes out. Even him.”
Soap frowns. “Why?”
Gaz shrugs. “You’ll have to ask him. Personally, I think we all like it a bit too much.”
Soap blushes, and doesn’t have the words for why.
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25 Jan 2025
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making a list (checking it twice) by Cypherr for pastelbud
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
26 Nov 2024
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A part two to that one Public Bus thread of ours. Read it here
\\//\\//Soap waited three days. Three days of desperately fisting his cock behind shelves in grocery stores, in hidden away alleys, in the bathroom at work. Three days of that pretty pink cunt on his mind. Of his cum dripping from it. Of that gruff voice, those calloused fingers. The messily scribbled ghost.
On the third day, Soap messaged.
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23 Jan 2025
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Dream started to walk back towards his own apartment, the further he went, the less ‘rich’ everything looked. From pristine new buildings came the old familiar brick walls. Some windows in peoples homes were broken, even using duct tape to cover it. Weeds stuck out along the cracked sidewalks. Graffiti was plastered almost everywhere, lamp posts on the streets were not working yet again, and a bloodied kid who looked about near death in an alleyway. Yep, normal things in the West End.
…Wait.
Whipping his head back and taking a few steps backward, Dream had to give a second take if he actually saw that. The answer was yes, it was a kid bleeding out in the alleyway. When Dream went closer, he found out it wasn’t just any kid but one of the members from the Syndicate, the villains. He had blonde hair, a red mask covering his eyes, and a red and white hoodie which was covered in blood near the stomach area.
“Fuck.”
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Dream is a vigilante who helps civilians get away from the crossfire between the heroes and villains. He has the most powerful ability of psychokinesis but hides it. What happens when he saves an infamous villain as his civilian self? Can he keep his cover hidden?
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When the fates of two people are so strongly entwined that not even death can keep them apart, what does that mean for the man who now travels with a massive, three-headed zombie by his side?
John "Soap" MacTavish is the lone survivor of Task Force 141. He never expected to find his lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley again after being separated years ago in the thick of battle. Even though Ghost is far from what he once knew, nothing can keep him from finding comfort in his presence once again.
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A new corporal, call sign K-9. Why is the call sign a dog?
That’s exactly what they are. Loyal and vicious.