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They’ve been alone in the woods for a week—no mission, no orders, just so-called survival training, boredom and Price's unspoken rule: don’t touch.
But Soap’s been teasing since day one, goading Ghost with every stretch, every smirk, every shirtless afternoon spent sprawled out like bait.He wants to be chased. He wants to be caught.
Ghost has been holding himself back. Until now.
One sprint through the trees, and it’s all teeth, dirt, and inevitability.
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08 Oct 2025
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"Seriously, mate, Soap? Come on," Simon continued. "Johnny, though…"
Simon spoke the name with such tenderness, how it rolled off his tongue with elegance and care.
"Now that's a good name," he finished with a thin smile.
That was the first time Simon saw Johnny's eyes waver. He blinked furiously before it gave away anything else, then fixed his face to his signature scowl and walked away.
Or, the last hour of Anora but make it Ghoap.
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27 Sep 2025
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There was something liminal about the night. It was in the silence, he was almost sure— in the thick blanket of the night sky, draped over everything, in the way it remained blissfully unbroken by gunfire, in the mist he could see where his blinds were cracked, softening the horizon, as if the land just fell away into nothing.
mactavish takes the opportunity of a late night to practise getting some things off his chest <3
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- Part 66 of yours to keep
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25 Sep 2025
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The second time that he and Ghost hook up, Soap comes away with a trail of bruises down his collarbone, across his throat, and one on the arch of his hip bone. He stares at them in the mirror the next morning, pressing his fingers into each one. It’s like searching out meaning in constellations, remembering the feeling of Ghost biting along his skin.
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- Part 14 of Kinktober '23
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16 Sep 2025
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A soft, mollified sound slipped out of Soap’s mouth when Ghost gripped his jaw firmly with one hand. With his newfound hold, Ghost guided Soap’s head to the side and gritted out, “Look in the mirror,” between clenched teeth.
Happy to please him and already feeling the fog of submission settling in his bones, Soap twisted his neck further and dragged his eyes to the mirror where—
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t his shirt. That was not his fucking shirt, because he didn’t own any shirts that had bold, white, capital letters spelling out “LT. RILEY” across the span of his shoulders.
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15 Sep 2025