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It should worry the hell out of him, the way he could stare at the man’s hands as they tore through muscle, broke bone, and crave to have them running through his body, fingernails digging in and still bloody. It has made him become a part of something bigger in the worst possible way, outside of the carefully built system that saves lives and takes them, never for selfish reasons. Because he would kill for that man without an order, against an order, control slipping through his fingers like a weight tied to a rope, burning the bare skin of his palms.
For a few moments, they just sit there, side by side, the only sounds being the distant buzzing of the generator and the trickle of soft rain against the safehouse’s ventilation system.
“Soap.”
“Simon.”
Ghost looks at him. His eyes lack the usual edge, replaced by something Soap might dare to call doubt, that was directed to him in rare, quiet moments.
“Soaking my shirt up won’t dry up yours.”
Or; their car dies out in the middle of nowhere. They make the most of the time they have while waiting for aid.
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“It’s like… You only get to know half of it.” Her brow is furrowed as she fiddles with the small figurine. “It can’t go that well if you have no clue of what else you’re going to work with.”
“Could show you my half.”
He waits for some kind of comeback, or a half-assed scoff that never comes. Instead, her hands freeze, and her gaze meets his.
“Okay.”
It’s a soft spoken, serious answer that he wasn’t expecting. She was sitting still, observing him in that careful way that always made him want to kiss her on the mouth. Dallas could have sworn time had stopped, if it weren’t for the dust particles dancing in the air like fireflies.
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Estaban de coña. Podría haber jurado que ella estaba de coña. Pero ahora, esperando sentado sobre el taburete con el cuaderno en las manos mientras ella se quita la camisa, no está tan seguro.
Dios, es suave por todas partes.
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Cessanne threw her head back at his words, a shaky “please” leaving her lips as her thighs started to tremble. He felt the hand stimulating her own clit speeding up, chasing release.
“My love, I wanna fuck you for hours. I wanna get you so filled up you can’t stop it from coming out-“ She lets out a cry. “so I have to take it with my fingers,” he removes his digits from inside. “And get it in again, fuck it into you again so no drop is wasted.” With one swift thrust, he pushes them back in.
He wasn't sure how he was going to last. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he was going to survive.
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La voz suave y baja de Jayce se siente como un bien preciado que Viktor desea conservar para siempre, algo que no puede perturbar. Así que mantiene los ojos cerrados. Dedos gruesos y endurecidos por el trabajo en la forja rozan su sien para apartar un mechón de pelo de su cara. Es algo tan tierno, tan íntimo, que casi le dan ganas de llorar.
Jayce nunca lo había tocado así.
O; Viktor descubre que Jayce susurra lo que se le pasa por la cabeza cuando su compañero está dormido. Viktor actúa como si no tuviera ni idea, hasta que deja de fingir.
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A loosely connected series of GhostSoap fics based on my own headcannons, through the course of their relationship. They won't necessarily be posted in order, but they will be ordered chronologically as they are posted. Based on prompts for whumptober, angstober, and flufftober, there will be a lot of whump, hurt/comfort, and some spice later on. Heed the tags!
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20 Dec 2025
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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.)
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13 Dec 2025
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It Took a Long Time (To Get Back Here) by sammyandspice
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
07 Apr 2024
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Soap is frustrated with Ghost's ability to stay cool and collected during sex. Ghost ought to be lost in his sauce by now and he's not even slightly turned around; it's like he's got a map or a GPS or a fucking compass. Johnny has tried everything he can think of to throw Ghost off course and make him scream with no luck.
Until he discovers Ghost's latent praise kink, followed by the knowledge that Ghost has never bottomed before, despite his apparent interest in it.
Well, Soap can certainly do something about all of that. And he fully intends to.
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30 Nov 2025
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Five years after the world was ravaged by a zombie outbreak, what remains of humanity has learned how to survive in their new apocalypse. In their new normal, the dead wander the earth with insatiable appetites, families have been ripped apart, citizens have been abandoned, and the Reds thrive amongst the chaos.
When an unfortunate run-in with some Reds and an inconveniently-timed thunderstorm forces Soap to separate from Price and Gaz during their hunting session, he finds himself washed up on the doorstep of a wooden cabin. Only he's not alone.
Soap should probably be more worried about the masked stranger with a furrowed brow pointing an arrow at his chest, but there's something intriguing about him, secrets hidden deep within his heart and walls impenetrably built up. And even more shocking is the fact that the stranger allows him inside to take refuge.
What starts at that moment which neither realize is the beautiful unfolding of a love story between two people who were meant to find each other. It's about learning to trust again, the power of forgiveness, finding hope in the world that has ripped everything from you already, and falling into the arms of someone who will love you unconditionally.
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05 Nov 2025
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The Many Masks of Simon Riley by slightlysmilingface, yaboytayto
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (Reboot)
19 Jan 2025
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Ghost is not Simon. Ghost is not Simon. Ghost is not Simon.
or, Simon Riley has DID.
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- Part 1 of masks, memories and other impossibilities
- Part 1 of many masks and its au's
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28 Sep 2025