4 Works by tabiitoby
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Gaz seems very focused, expression pinched together under the halflight - Soap doesn’t make any efforts to make himself quieter, shoes making dull thumps against the floor, and Gaz doesn’t seem surprised when he appears in front of him.
He’s working to pick glass out of his hand.
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soap finds an exhausted gaz in the base kitchen.
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- Part 3 of army dogs | cod4 fics
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His head tilts to the other side, which makes his neck protest in annoyance at being made to work – and he finds Nikolai there, staring down at him with the same blank look he’s always got. It’s not the least bit reassuring, and he groans, turning back the other way – this earns him an almost amused huff of breath from the Russian. His tone is flat, heavily accented – MacTavish can hear the smile in his voice, irritating and grating as it always is.
“Good morning, sergeant. Welcome back to the land of the living.”
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- Part 2 of army dogs | cod4 fics
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Lying on his forearm, cheek flushed where it was stuck to his skin, is John MacTavish. Curled up like a cat and far too comfortable, a touch past warm, lips parted around a breath, he looks awfully content with himself, asleep like he was dead. It makes Gaz’s eyes widen a bit, and he isn’t quite sure how long he sits there, watching the flickering of gold on his skin.
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gaz has nightmares. soap is an idiot.
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- Part 1 of army dogs | cod4 fics
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Price snaps his fingers, directly in front of his face, and it makes him flinch just a little, before blinking blearily up at him, confused. It confuses him even more when the captain doesn’t even say anything, doesn’t provide any context for why he jerked him out of his thoughts so abruptly. “Want a drink?”
MacTavish nods, and Price pushes a glass into his hands, warm against his palms. “Look like you’re miles away, Johnny.” Price sinks back into his chair properly, and MacTavish smiles. “Didn’t hear a word I said, huh?”
“Sorry, sir,” he replies softly, raising his glass to his lips. It’s something he doesn’t quite recognize, but it’s smooth, just the same as those damn cigars he smokes. “Repeat that?”
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john price comes back from the dead, and mactavish finds himself thinking about the 22nd regiment, and the new team he's started calling family ; or, i make john "soap" mactavish sickeningly sentimental, because i can.