Shallow_As_Shade
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Displayed in semi unchronological order, a collection of communications written, received, sent, read, or passed through the hands of a member of the Delta Force Squadron C, which was under the command of Sgt Major Isobel and Major Paul Cyprus, until its dissolution and subsequent reformation in Oct 2023.
(With some bonus material from the 141’s private communications)All chapters will be relatively short.
Things I wrote either for fun, inspiration, or LORE, but couldn’t find a good place within the fic main. Some of this won't make sense until after NANA is complete. May contain minor/major spoilers for NANA, so please read at your own risk and confusion. Not essential reading for Part 3 but may help define the origin some events of Part 1 and 3. Any chapters that should be read for part 3 will be marked here and in part 3.
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- Part 2 of Cervidae
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- English
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- 890
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- 2/18
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From the diaries of Phillip Graves:
We've lost countless men to these wretched streets.
But one, I suspect, has defected. Why?
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Delta Force is an elite group within the ranks of the United States military. They get in, they get shit done, and they get the fuck out. However, what happens when the shit to be done is suddenly intersectional with the goals of another, similarly secretive elite task force?
Doe is an operator of the Delta Force, and she is determined not to let anyone get in the way of her mission, even if he's some 5’11” tall wall of muscle with an interesting hair cut.
The fic where people get hurt. Aka, can I write a convincing approximation of Soap?
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- Part 1 of Cervidae
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Three or four-part series following the events of MWII campaign, and eventually MWIII campaign.
Part 1: Sleep Token
Part 2: Motherfolk
Part 3: TBD- Words:
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As the only omega of the 141, Johnny “Soap” McTavish has the extraordinary ‘honor’ of acting as bait in an auction to lure a target into some alone time.
Unfortunately for him, one Simon “Ghost” Riley is making it difficult for everyone involved.
“I saw you bidding for the omega. Couldn’t stand to lose? Just had to try and steal him for yourself?”
Or, Simon and Johnny confess their feelings, make love, and finish the mission - just not in that order.
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But then he sees it.
The unmistakable sight of something staring at him – eyes positioned just above the water level.
Ghost blinks. He blames it on a hallucination – sleep deprivation playing tricks on his taxed mind. He knows this and still he doesn’t move. The water ripples around the thing, disturbed by its presence at the surface. He scrubs a hand over his face, a last minute attempt in waking his sorry arse up. By the time his hand falls away, the eyes are gone.
He doesn't get a minute of sleep that night.
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Stationed at a remote base on the edge of the Norwegian Sea, Ghost assumes the worst he'll face is the bitter cold, isolation, and a shark or two. What he doesn't prepare for is something watching him from the docks, showing up again and again.
It's not human, but doesn't seem hostile and won't leave.
Ghost is starting to wonder if he even wants it to.
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How do you tell a dog from an SAS sergeant?
Soap's been trying to think of a punchline, but so far, all he's got is a dog’s gotta shit in the woods and bury it slightly more often than an SAS Sergeant.
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Sure it's old and the groans and scratches that occasionally come from the walls can be a bit unsettling and the smell coming from the dumbwaiter is... concerning.
But Johnny needs this place to work; he needs something to go right and be his and if that thing is a slightly creepy house then so be it.
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- Part 13 of soft’s twt threads
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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.
Bookmarked by Shallow_As_Shade
14 Jan 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
THE GOODEST SHIT OMG eldritch horror romance was MADE by this work