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Soap fears that, someday, if the very worst happens, he’ll have nothing left to remember Ghost.
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27 Jul 2023
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Be Careful of What's In the Woods--Dogs by WarOnCanon
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
09 May 2023
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“Alright, ye little weapon,” he calls out, and the wolf tilts his head just slightly. “No’ a nice night for a stroll.” Objectively it isn’t—the chill and the near-darkness making sure of that—and yet the both of them are out anyway.
The wolf doesn’t respond, even though there’s a detached part of Soap’s brain that thought he might’ve. A bark or a call or something.
Soap just ducks his head and laughs softly to himself—or at himself, he isn’t sure. “Don’t you have a pack to get back to? Why’re you all alone?”
This, at least, seems to get the wolf’s attention. He is ghost-like, an eerie half-presence. Even his feet upon the grass seem inconsequential, as if he had no mass at all. A spectre. He ducks his head too, mirroring Soap, and huffs a sharp breath.
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After Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish leaves the military due to an injury in battle, he retreats to the beautiful Glasgow countryside, keeping no company but his own in his wooded cabin. When a wolf starts showing up, though, he realizes that maybe he was more lonely than he had first thought. And also that he likes dogs.
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27 Jul 2023
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Letters to No One by sandpiper_ymbryne
Fandoms: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - Ransom Riggs
29 Nov 2020
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A collection of letters Millard never sent.
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12 Jun 2023
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Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is declared K.I.A during a failed recon mission in 2017. His commanding officer, Captain John Price, takes the loss personally but has no other choice then to move on. He creates Task Force 141, keeps the bad guys scared of the dark, and hunts Makarov relentlessly - the man who killed his sergeant all those years ago.
Five years later, Price fights an assassin with a familiar face.
Spectre-07 doesn’t remember anything. Maybe he had once, but years of conditioning have stripped his mind bare, save for the instinct to kill. It's all he knows, all he craves; the blood of his target between his fingers, at the end of his scope or along the blade of his knives. He's a cold-blooded, empty headed machine, and he doesn't hesitate.
Until he does.
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30 Apr 2023
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The man, John, from what the nametag with a hand drawn head of a cat provided him, rubbed at the back of his neck with a lopsided grin. “Sorry about that, bit out of it,” he said. Ghost no longer despised the accent he could barely understand. “Welcome to The Scottish Fold! Don’t think I’ve seen ye here before, that right?”
Shit, I have to speak.
“Yeah, first time.” Crushed it.
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Behold, the cat café au no one asked for
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