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Looking Leads to Touching (and Touching Leads to Sex) by bailish, chzva
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
19 Aug 2023
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Dirty old man!Price and brat!Soap but from Price's POV where he's been watching Soap for a long time but being subtle about it, and it's only when he wants Soap to know he's watching that Soap starts doing things to attract Price's attention.
Maybe at some point Soap admits he likes knowing that Price is watching him, and Price chuckles, low and dark and tells him he's always looking, even if Soap can't tell, and Soap just does a full body shiver at the idea that Price is looking at him secretly.
Maybe it becomes a game. Soap always trying to determine when Price is watching him and when Price is watching him.
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Just a freeform back-and-forth between authors expanding on an idea bailish had about brat!Soap and dirty old man!Price. This is a combination of prose and just word vomit.
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- Part 1 of Collaborations
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The words echo in Soap’s mind, Price’s sympathetic eyes carrying his own burden of pain doing nothing to help ease the deep ache that feels like it’s cracking his chest clean open.
Comms have gone dark.
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A little injured-on-a-mission type of thing with some angsty, achey SoapGhost
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He can’t even cry, just sits with a tight, aching chest feeling hollow, like everything that made him him has been scooped right out, like when he used to carve pumpkins as a kid - all the insides get scooped out and thrown away to make that scary facade, a tealight lit inside to make it look like there’s something there, but really it’s just a shell left to rot.
Or, Ghost hits breaking point, exhausted feeling disassociated and disconnected from life.
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“Oi, Gaz! Mind grabbing me a drink while you’re up?” Soap barely glanced in his direction, eyes glued to the screen.
“I wouldn’t mind a tea, if you’re going that way?” Price chimed in, sprawled out on the plush cushions.
“Oh, and some popcorn!”
Gaz’s chest shuddered as he sucked a breath in, murmuring an acknowledgment before turning back the way he came, chin tucked to his chest.
And it hurt. Much more than if these casual demands had happened to himself. The casual dismissal of the kind, caring, intelligent man that poured so much of himself into the team burned, as if acid was bubbling in Ghost’s chest.Or, Ghost sees Gaz hurting himself in his need to always provide to others, and forces him to take a break
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“You solid, sergeant? You seem a little out of sorts.”
“I’m fine. Just can’t get this stupid grease paint on right. Dunno why, used it plenty before but it’s just not working today.”
Ghost hummed, taking in Soap’s scowl and sore looking skin, clearly having scrubbed the paint off time and time again. Before he could really think about what he was saying, the words were out of his mouth.
“Want me to do it for you?”
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