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Whatsoever a Man Soweth, That Shall He Also Reap by inlmp
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
16 May 2026
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Ghost's face was wrecked. Soap had seen it before, but this time it was different. He was ghastly pale, not to mention the feverish flush blooming on his scarred cheeks. Sweat beaded on his forehead. And despite the temperature and fatigue, his expression was pretty much offended.
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Ghost catches a cold. Soap catches a cold shortly after. The universe has an odd sense of humor.
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Ghost couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that he had been so naive, so clueless. Couldn't believe that he had forgotten how Tommy's death affected him. Forgotten how he swore that he'd never attach to anyone else. But Soap was just… he looked like a person who could cure Ghost, who could make him let go of all the problems he had carried. His charming smile, his gestures, his fucking face. It all made Ghost's heart scream in joy and hope that maybe, maybe Soap was the one. All of Ghost's hopes were crushed by this new motherfucker.
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He'd most definitely get freaked out by Ghost's attitude more than he would want to. And yet an impalpable urge that resided deep in Soap's heart—the one that craved so hard to make friends, to observe, to get deep into trenches of minds, to fully comprehend others—wouldn't let Ghost live peacefully.
And Ghost would have to tolerate it, whether he liked it or not.
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"Soap held Ghost's gaze. He looked like a beat-up puppy, and Soap hated this. He hated seeing Ghost this way. One moment they were having an intimate moment, and the other one he was crying. It irritated Soap. Not because they didn't finish what they had started, but because seeing Ghost cry felt like a gut punch stronger than any enemy of his had ever landed at him."
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Ghost and Soap have an intercourse. Ghost's long-buried beliefs of himself float to the surface of his mind. Soap is here for him. Always. Things get weepy. -
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"Ghost looked at the man in front of him with an assessing stare. Scruffy mohawk, so full-of-action yet wearied eyes, grayish skin, provocative stubble, freshly shaved enticing 'tache… And a messy lipstick smudge on his cheek.
Ghost wasn't possessive, until it came to Soap."
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Soap gets wasted in a nightclub. Ghost has to put up with his delirious boyfriend. Things get a bit more than just tipsy.
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley was fine.
At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Besides, the long sleeves were nothing new—Johnny liked to tease him for having the body temperature of a corpse, and he'd always preferred the extra layer anyway. If anyone noticed he'd added his usual skeleton gloves to his off-duty rotation, well… at least they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut.
Nothing had really changed. He still wore the mask, still kept to himself, still preferred to watch versus talk—
—and he checked his arm every morning the second he woke up, and every night right before he went to sleep.
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or: what if hanahaki bloomed on your skin instead of in your lungs?
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