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Мактавиш такой мягкий и податливый сейчас. Он не откажет. А если и попытается — будет слишком поздно. Я просто помогу ему перестать бороться с тем, чего он сам жаждет.
Он допьёт ещё одну. Я прослежу, чтобы допил. Подожду, когда его ноги станут ватными, а воля — мягкой, как воск. Потом отвезу его домой — кто-то же должен о нем позаботиться. Обеспечить безопасность. Большой же мальчик, пьяный в хлам. Что с ним может случиться?
Всё что угодно.
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08 Apr 2026
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After refusing his new sergeant, Soap's, advances, Ghost is forced into group training by Price. In the process, Soap reminds Ghost of his duties, Ghost reminds Soap of his subordination, and Price reminds them both of their places in the machine.
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02 Apr 2026
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«Беспорядочные половые связи до добра не доведут!» — шутливо предупреждал их Прайс, сидя в баре в вечер перед отправкой на эту проклятую миссию. Соуп тогда не предал этому особого значения. А теперь что-то шевелится внутри, тягуче так, вязко. Гладит нежно, почти любовно, словно не пытается выжрать все внутренности разом. Черт, да что же это такое?
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20 Mar 2026
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Growing Accustomed To Sunlight by CaptainStormChaser
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
11 Jan 2026
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John was out too late again. It was all he could do, collecting what little wood there was and peat for burning as the chill began to creep into the long nights. His torch was dull, seeming ineffective against the fog settling over the moors, and the moon was in its dark cycle. He trembled with fatigue, with hunger, but he couldn’t afford to rest. The village needed him. He could scarcely put one foot in front of the other. He could scarcely see a foot in front of him. All he wanted was to lay down, to rest.
I’m here John. The voice tried to comfort him. And I can deliver you.
“Please, God. Help me!”
For a price.
Many generations ago the first Lord MacTavish made a deal with a creature. Now it's come to collect.
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12 Jan 2026
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It's not the first time Soap has visited the pony auctions, but it's the first time he has done so with a specific mission in mind. The rows of stalls and pens are familiar to him as he walks them, taking in each pony with a critical eye. At his side is Gaz, his right-hand man, who has an eye for ponies that rivals Soap's own.
"Soap," a man greets Soap with a warm smile and a familiar clasp of their forearms, shaking his hand. He gives Gaz the same treatment, though their touch lingers a mite longer.
"Price," Soap replies, smiling. "Quite a lot today."
Price sighs and nods. "A recent breeding farm was liquidated, so we got a lot of their ponies."
Soap's head tilts, eyes flashing with intrigue. "What a coincidence," he says. "I'm looking for a surrogate mare for ma girl."
Price presses his lips together, stroking his beard as he considers this, casting a critical eye over the ponies in the nearest pen. "Sorcha, right?" he asks, Soap pleasantly surprised that Price remembers the name of his prize-winning showpony. "Who are you breeding her to, do you know yet?"
"No," he admits, "but Ah'm sure any of her foals will be quite large."
Price nods again. "I might have just the mare."Series
- Part 1 of MacTavish Farm
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04 Jan 2026