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"I want to try something."
Soap looks up from the deck of cards he'd been absentmindedly shuffling on Ghost's desk. His hands freeze mid-shuffle, fingers suspended in the air, an edge of hesitation flickering across his face. There’s curiosity, yes—but it’s tainted by something darker, something he’s not sure he’s ready to confront.
"You want to try something?" Soap repeats, brows furrowing in confusion.
Simon stands a few steps away, arms crossed tight across his chest like a barrier he’s trying to fortify, eyes locked on the floor. "...Yeah," Simon mutters finally, hesitant. "Something... new."
Before Soap can process it, Simon’s hand is on his chest. Johnny doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, letting Simon ask for permission with silence, letting Simon touch him without saying the words out loud.
But Simon’s breath hitches the moment Johnny doesn’t step back. The flicker of tension that runs through his body is unmistakable. His pulse stutters, heart racing as if it’s trying to outrun the wave of panic building inside him. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
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Or, Ghost suffering from ptsd induced bulimia, again.
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- Part 2 of Praying to the Gods of Porcelain
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18 Nov 2025
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Simon "Ghost" Riley is classified as a little his sophmore year of highschool, but when his father catches wind of it and beats him near to death? His mother puts him on suppressants and he never goes off of them.
Simon "Ghost" Riley had never regressed, despite his classification, and falsified his papers to say he wasnt. He claimed he was neutral, till a particularly long, grueling mission where he'd forgotten to take his suppressants in the chaos of it all.
Simon regresses fast and without warning due to an injury while the 141 is headed home, and his bubba and the 141 help him through it.
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Soap feels very stupid, annoying and alone with the memories of people belittling him stuck on repeat in his head.
Price reminds him of how much he loves to hear Johnny talk, that he could never think his little one his stupid.
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- Part 28 of CoD Age Regression
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A Better Fate Than Roadkill by robocryptid for Bluandorange, krebkrebkreb, RedLionPrince, RetrogamingRaccoon
Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)
23 Oct 2018
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When shelter worker Hanzo takes in a rescued armadillo, he doesn't expect it to be quite so much trouble. Or for it to take such a shine to him. Or for it to maybe, possibly, be more than an ordinary armadillo.
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13 Nov 2025
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Am I Beautiful? by Fluorezopone for Tactically_Unsound_Johnny_Boy
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
01 Jul 2025
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"The tenderness with which Soap smoothed over the lines of his palms, fingers gliding over calluses without pause, made his chest ache.
"What if they don't like me?" Simon murmured, eyes not leaving their hands.
Soap hummed, "What if they love you?"
The omega looked at him, "Why would they? It's not like I've given them any reason to." "
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Ghost & Soap are off to meet Johnny's family for the first time, nervous about how they will view him and his less-than typical omega personality. But through the harrowing ordeal of vulnerability is the possibility of acceptance and love, and Simon is willing to do anything for both.
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13 Nov 2025
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And the thing is, Soap doesn't usually have to try so hard to appear like nothing's wrong.
So when he's like this—quiet and withdrawn and plastering on a smile that might look real enough to anyone else—Ghost is worried. So he tries to help—fuck, he tries.
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- Part 8 of Any Time You Need Me
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06 Nov 2025
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Bombs, Babies, and Bullets by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
15 Aug 2025
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For a long time, the 141 has been exclusively birds.
This isn’t by design; a lot of those that choose to go spec ops are birds, or particularly well-suited breeds of dogs and cats, the occasional mustelid and, for one particular mission where they’d had to house a foreign unit, a very inconvenient bull. Usually, though, it’s animals that are good in small groups as well as large ones, groups that can form flocks and packs and colonies, respectively.
They are a flock, mismatched and odd though they are, and Ghost has always assumed that, should they welcome a fourth into their unit, for a trial run or otherwise, their prime candidates would be other birds.
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21 Oct 2025
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“Greedy thing,” Soap sighs, clicking his tongue in fake admonishment.
It’s true, he’s incredibly greedy like this, but Ghost doesn’t say anything, only licks his lips at the addictive pain burning over his nipples. His brain perceives pain the same way it does pleasure, releasing the same chemicals that make his inner thighs grow wet and slick.
Right now, it's sweet in how it stings, a low buzz in his head, and nothing compared to what he knows is coming.
Soap makes sure to mockingly remind him of this fact.
“Yeah, you’re whoring for it now, boy,” he sneers. “We’ll make sure to change that.”
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It's been fifty four days since Ghost shut down, cold and silent as he stormed out of his quarters. Soap fucked up, plain and simple. He said something he shouldn’t have, didn’t give any thought to how it could be taken, and he knew it the moment it left his lips. Some nights he wants to barge inside Ghost’s room and beg him to just end it all, to smother Soap's misery gone. Soap can’t recall how he went through life before Ghost, but he can’t go on after him.
There is no after Simon Riley.
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03 Oct 2025
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you put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek by tonguesofliars
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Sep 2023
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Ghost knows that if Soap could have his way, he would hoard all of Ghost’s attention completely for himself. He’d keep Ghost locked up, with only Soap for company, and to rely on him for everything Ghost could ever need.
The thought never fails to make him incredibly hard.
Ghost would kill him, he thinks, if Soap ever looked at someone else the way he looks at him.
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And that’s how they found themselves here now, hours later, on the bed and left in only underwear, Ghost resting with his back against Soap’s chest.
Soap watches the way Ghost’s thighs twitch minutely. He must be absolutely bursting by now, the swell of his bladder almost obscene, band of his boxers pushed low to take pressure off it.
Soap’s been hard for what feels like hours at this point.or
Soap and Ghost try out something new, and Ghost is barely holding on. But if there's one thing he is, it's determined.
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- Part 2 of Bottom Ghost Week 2025
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"Shit." He's stuck, well and truly trapped in place. He takes a deep, controlled breath, repressing the instinct to panic. He's not in any real danger. He's only a mile from base at most, in woods that are seldom occupied by anything but military personnel and wildlife. And Soap is with him—who will hopefully be able to help free him, but at the very least will definitely prevent any harm from coming to him.
He hears the sound of the wolf padding over, the damp leaves littering the forest floor crunching halfheartedly beneath his feet. Speak of the devil and he shall appear and all that. Soap looks at him curiously for a moment, then barks out what Simon knows to be the closest equivalent to a laugh in this form.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Help me out, would you?" He shoves at the trunk trapping him, indicating what he wants Soap to do. It doesn't budge.
His partner steps in closer, then promptly licks him across the face.
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01 Oct 2025
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Soap’s been running his ranch on his own just fine up until now. Uses the occasional ranch hand when needs must but mostly just puts in the work so he doesn’t have to bother with them. Except now the most beautiful beta he’s ever seen has waltzed into his life and asked for a job, and God help him Soap’s given him one.
Ghost needs somewhere to lie low for a while, somewhere out of town where it’s unlikely anyone will recognise him from the wanted posters springing up all over town. Just his luck that the ranch owner is the kind of alpha dreams are made of, especially when he really can’t afford to be getting tangled up with anyone.
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23 Sep 2025
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But Ghost didn’t seem to mind, quietly filling the kettle before setting it to boil, those dark eyes watching as John paced the kitchen, one arm flailing about in the air, the other locked tight around his half-melted pint of rocky road.
He told Ghost he was stressed. That the entire MacTavish clan was coming into town, which meant awkward hugs, judgmental stares, and nosy questions from people he hadn’t seen in years. John could handle all of that, he really could.
But what he couldn’t handle was the questions. Why he hadn’t settled down yet, why he didn’t have a nice Scottish girl on his arm.
Why he wasn’t married with a child on the way, because Ethel and James weren’t getting younger, and John was already too old. For fuck’s sake.
“Maybe I don’t want to bring home a wee lass,” John had snapped, voice cracking as he dug his spoon in harder than necessary, a brown, congealed clump of freezer-burned rocky road flying onto the floor. “Maybe I don’t even like women, has anyone considered that?”
And there, in less than twenty words, John had completely outed himself.
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22 Sep 2025
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(Never) Look Them in the Eye by HigherMagic for Ivillpunchyouinthethroat
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
14 Sep 2025
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"Soap!" Gaz snaps. "Get the fuck out of there and to the ship! I can't override the take-off, you know that!"
"Ah'm stuck," Soap admits, swallowing harshly. "Coilhead in front of me, bracken behind. Can't move."
"Damn it," Gaz rasps, his voice thick with grief. As their junker pack Alpha, he takes their personnel losses hard, and Soap has been running with Price and Gaz for months now. Enough for them to bond, for them to get used to one another, to feel that close connection all packs share back on the last planets that still support human life the way it used to be. "Soap, I can't… I…"
"Get to the Company, turn in the quota," Soap demands, his voice steadier than he feels. "I'll try to find some power to keep my walkie on. Then…if ye can…"
"We're coming back for you," Gaz says sternly. "We're coming back. Don't die on me, Tav."
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19 Sep 2025
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Simon messed up yesterday and regressed in front of the captain.
He goes to say sorry, only to end up small again. Failing again.
Never once does Price make him feel bad for it.
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- Part 27 of CoD Age Regression
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Classification AU for call of duty characters
1. Simon crashes after hiding his regression. Price can't have his boy feeling bad. (cg!price and little!simon)
2. Kyle has always been a neutral, but maybe that isn't the case. (cg!price and little!kyle and bonus cg!roach) -
Praying to the Gods of Porcelain by dopaminedepriveddoormat
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 May 2025
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Gaz nudges Soap with his elbow, almost spilling his drink. “Mate, I’m telling you — I lost my virginity at seventeen. Summer hols, in Croydon, behind a fucking Aldi.”
Soap barks a laugh. “Christ. Behind an Aldi? That’s tragic, mate.”
Gaz shrugs, grinning. “Romantic, actually. Stars were out.”
“You were probably lookin’ at a flickering streetlamp and a bin fire.”
Simon snorts, nearly choking on his drink.
Soap turns to him, mock-serious. “What about you, Ghost? When’d you lose it?”
Half a joke, but not quite. The kind of thing you say when you’re loose enough to ask, but not drunk enough to forget the answer might come with weight.
Simon freezes for half a second — barely noticeable, but there.
He sets his pint down with quiet precision, eyes locked on the condensation sliding down the glass. His voice, when it comes, is rough. Measured. Almost clinical.
“Seven.”
The table goes dead silent.
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Or, Ghost suffers with ptsd induced bulimia.
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- Part 1 of Praying to the Gods of Porcelain
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"Are you sure about this?" Ghost whines against Soap's mouth. "The sun's coming up."
They've toyed with his curse a couple of times before, you have to find some sort of fun in being a gargoyle after all.
Ghost hadn't hesitated for a moment when Soap first suggested they get him hard before he freezes for the day, so that Ghost can make use of him as often and as thoroughly as he'd like. That's how they find themselves here. Soap fully shifted, skin stone grey and smooth as glass, a little give but less than a human and still blood warm, for now. He'll cool to room temperature once the sun sets in.
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- Part 1 of Low Spirits: Bottom Ghost Weeks Fics
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10 Sep 2025
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"My orgasms are fine." Ghost grunts, kicking out from the couch to catch the toe of his boot viciously against Soap's shin.
"Okay, they're 'fine'" Soap mocks, barely wincing at the new ache in his leg and barrelling on anyway. "but could they be better?"
"This is about Sarajevo." Ghost says and Soap rears back like he's been slapped.
"It is not about Sarajevo-"
"Oh my God this is absolutely about fucking Sarajevo!" Ghost scoffs, and actual smile breaking across his face as he understands. "You're in a snit because I said all of my orgasms have been fine and that includes the one you gave me."
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- Part 3 of Low Spirits: Bottom Ghost Weeks Fics
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10 Sep 2025