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"Ghost," Soap says, sharper this time, a little edge of order in his voice. Ghost's shoulders tense, roll up. He winces and straightens again, staring up at Soap. The eye contact is settling, a little - seeing Ghost's eyes focus on him is reassuring, tells Soap that Ghost is with him at least. He forces a smile. "What's goin' on in that pretty little head, huh?"
He means it to tease, hopes it'll make Ghost roll his eyes, scoff and shove at him, as he always has when Soap turns flirty and intimate. Ghost's boundaries are well-known and well-respected - he likes the social play of it all, comfortable in platonic submission that lets Gaz and Soap and Price needle at him, seek reassurance that he's their steadfast and constant foundation, but pulls a hard and fast stop when it progresses too far. Soap expects to hit that wall, to get a little snark and be dismissed as a worrying mother hen.
But Ghost just stares up at him, unblinking, his eyes unbearably warm, cheeks flushed along the edges of his mask.
Soap frowns, reaches out to put the back of his hand on Ghost's forehead. Ghost's lashes flutter weakly.
"Think I'm droppin'," Ghost mutters, leaning into the touch.
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16 Dec 2025
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15 Jun 2025
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Soap isn’t really a humble man, he knows he’s hot, he knows he’s damn good at his job, he knows exactly what he has to offer to a partner and he has never been shy about that, even as a beta. So, not a humble man, but even he has absolutely no idea how the hell he managed to pull Ghost, spectre of the SAS, damn impressive service record and the sexiest omega Soap has ever met in his life.
Or, beta Soap gets so lost in the omega Ghost sauce he pops a knot.
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- Part 1 of You're the one that I want
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15 Jun 2025
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Ghost takes one proper look at the detective through his scope and feels his heart jump in his chest. Even with his face twisted in rage he’s the most perfect alpha Ghost has ever seen. His hair is ridiculous, the mohawk completely incongruous with his position with Scotland bloody Yard, yet the way he’s commanding the men tells Ghost he’s clearly in charge of this scene. He’s good then, very good if he’s got this assignment; The Met has been chasing Ghost for years and they’ve never even got close. He’s pretty, so damned pretty and radiates alpha energy so intense that Ghost is certain that’s his designation.
For the first time in a decade Ghost’s omega perks up. A rumble pushes out of his chest and Ghost realises with a start that he’s purring.
Time to fucking go.
He disassembles his rifle with far less care than usual, throws everything into his bag and does one last sweep of the rooftop he’s been lying on. No trace. With a final glance down at the detective, who’s now ordering the scene to be closed off and tented, Ghost shoulders his rifle and vanishes back into the bustling streets of London.
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14 Jun 2025
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There’s a ghost haunting the 141 common room. At least, Soap is about 80% sure there is, which is, in fairness, realistically about as sure as anyone could reasonably be about spooks haunting their workplace. He’s not stupid, he knows no one else is going to believe him if he brings it up. The scorn if he suddenly starts harping on about ghosties and ghoulies.
None of that negates the fact that there definitely is one though. Probably.
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14 Jun 2025