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Soap went still. There, crushed into the floor of their tent, was the yellow-brown body of a scorpion.
Their guide had warned them of all sorts of creatures in the desert. Most had been accompanied with the word muerto. Soap wasn’t exactly a linguist, but in this line of work there were a few words in every language you heard more than the rest. Death was one of them.
Maybe everything was fine. Maybe Ghost had crushed it before anything had happened, and he had only gone out to get a little air.
Or perhaps he had been stung and decided to wander off into the desert to die.
Soap certainly knew which one of those possibilities sounded more like Ghost.
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Soap helps Ghost treat a scorpion sting in the middle of the desert. Along the way they resolve the uncertain status of their attitudes towards each other.
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10 Jan 2026
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Four years after Hassan, Ghost and Soap have become the most effective duo in the 141, completing missions with brutal efficiency and a higher rate of success than any other special ops team (bad jokes and nonregulation banter included). Despite Ghost's insistence on maintaining professional distance, their closeness on the battlefield has gradually led to true friendship, and if Johnny sometimes wishes for more, that's nothing compared to knowing he's Simon's favorite person. Everything is as perfect as it can be when doing the kind of work that leaves them with ragged scars - mental and physical - and blood on their hands.
But nothing lasts forever, and when military politics threaten to break up their team, Simon and Johnny must decide if they want to stick with the comfort of their status quo... or risk losing what they have for the possibility of more.
A series of connected, slice-of-life stories set to the background of the various couches Simon and Johnny encounter in their line of work.
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- Part 1 of COD Fics
- Part 1 of Retiree Vigilante AU
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02 Jan 2026
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The most annoying thing about the weird rumours that go around about Ghost, is that some of them are true. It's almost cliche to admit that he likes violence and pain... likes it a lot more than he should. Enough that sometimes he gets too worked up to wait until the mission's over to sort himself out. It's never been a problem. Not until Soap walks in on him. Then it's a big problem, but maybe not for the reasons either of them were expecting.
OR: Soap learns something about himself.
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12 Dec 2025
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Laswell tilts her head with a bland smile. “You're here for an exercise.”
John glances toward the window, narrowing an eye at the unfamiliar stonework outside it. “In Toulouse.”
“Yes,” Laswell says, digging now into a different pocket and pulling out an evident passport. “You will need to arrive at the target location by sundown without detection.”
“Detection?” John repeats, glancing between Laswell’s face and the passport with a blink.
“Do you recall Las Almas?” Laswell deflects, firmly, voice determinedly neutral and wearing her most unreadable expression.
John suffers a vague thump of unease beneath his sternum. “Aye.”
“It has been decided that urban navigation is a useful skill to hone and improve on,” Laswell says, gesturing upward with a palm in a spinning motion that seems to be intended to encompass the situation around them. “So as an exercise, we’re doing it in a relatively controlled environment.”
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09 Dec 2025
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“Not old.” A scar ran down the side of Ghost’s face, perpendicular to the cut of his jawline, and it shifted as he spoke, “Younger than Price.”
“Really?” Soap’s stool scraped across the floor as he tugged it closer. Far too close for two grown, military sculpted men to be to each other but Soap had had at least two tequila shots even before he’d started on his next drinks, so it felt like nothing at all to be able to smell that Ghost was clean. No blood. No dirt. Clean, washed skin underneath his clothes and mask, “I mean, that wee glance you gave us of your mug back before the raid wasn’t much to go on.”
“Thought you might have gone rifling through my file.”
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Or: Ghost and Soap are the last ones left in the bar after the final MW2 mission, knees touching, and Soap can't help himself. Can't stop the little, needling shit that lives in the back of his head and cajoles him into pushing himself into Ghost's vision. 'Just a snog, sir. We don't have to tell.' Except, it's not really that easy, is it?
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- Part 1 of i think i was meant to keep you warm
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01 Dec 2025