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In the tumultuous era of your home country, getting roped into an international feud was not compliant with your plan of getting yourself and your precious cargo out unharmed. Your newfound predicament could go one of two ways:
A) death.
B) trusting the stuff of nightmares with your life.Option A was looking very tempting.
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Human flesh has a striking resemblance to plums. Not the kind you'd buy, but the kind you'd pick up, sniff, squeeze, set down in favor of the softer, sweeter nectarines. It's bitter, firm, stringy between the gaps in your teeth. Tears from the bones like clingfruit to a pit, sinew stubbornly refusing to separate. You hack, cough out eat piece, refusing to let the astringently pungent matter slide down your throat.
If something is forbidden, it shouldn't be so easy.
Snap. Mandible closing over soft tissue.
One down.
Easy.
Hackles raise, dark eyes and the end of a sniper pressed on your forehead.
Snap.
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just some deleted scenes from Teething, as well as drabbles.
(is it obvious i have an oral fixation yes or yes)Series
- Part 2 of Snapper
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Long periods of isolation.
Strong booze.
Double-edged spite.
A month long tour.What could go wrong?
Oh, and there was only one bed.
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You've got a nasty insubordination problem. Luckily, Price has some experience with that.
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- Part 1 of Snapper
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"Ghost," Soap says, sharper this time, a little edge of order in his voice. Ghost's shoulders tense, roll up. He winces and straightens again, staring up at Soap. The eye contact is settling, a little - seeing Ghost's eyes focus on him is reassuring, tells Soap that Ghost is with him at least. He forces a smile. "What's goin' on in that pretty little head, huh?"
He means it to tease, hopes it'll make Ghost roll his eyes, scoff and shove at him, as he always has when Soap turns flirty and intimate. Ghost's boundaries are well-known and well-respected - he likes the social play of it all, comfortable in platonic submission that lets Gaz and Soap and Price needle at him, seek reassurance that he's their steadfast and constant foundation, but pulls a hard and fast stop when it progresses too far. Soap expects to hit that wall, to get a little snark and be dismissed as a worrying mother hen.
But Ghost just stares up at him, unblinking, his eyes unbearably warm, cheeks flushed along the edges of his mask.
Soap frowns, reaches out to put the back of his hand on Ghost's forehead. Ghost's lashes flutter weakly.
"Think I'm droppin'," Ghost mutters, leaning into the touch.
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07 Jan 2026
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A loosely connected series of GhostSoap fics based on my own headcannons, through the course of their relationship. They won't necessarily be posted in order, but they will be ordered chronologically as they are posted. Based on prompts for whumptober, angstober, and flufftober, there will be a lot of whump, hurt/comfort, and some spice later on. Heed the tags!
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04 Jan 2026
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“Almost there, Lt,” he grunts, lurching forward with Ghost’s weight. He’s no help at all in trekking across the snow and ice — his little dip in the river courtesy of a now-dead terrorist has rendered him dangerously hypothermic, and Soap’s panic grows with each ragged, wheezing inhale. At least he’s still breathing, Soap thinks grimly before he shakes his head, shoves everything down to the back of his mind to be dealt with later — his fear, his exhaustion, the ache in his bones, all of it is neatly compartmentalised until there’s only the safehouse.
One step at a time, he marches them onwards.
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Or, four times Ghost and Soap take turns taking care of each other, and one time it's mutual.
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04 Jan 2026
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But Ghost didn’t seem to mind, quietly filling the kettle before setting it to boil, those dark eyes watching as John paced the kitchen, one arm flailing about in the air, the other locked tight around his half-melted pint of rocky road.
He told Ghost he was stressed. That the entire MacTavish clan was coming into town, which meant awkward hugs, judgmental stares, and nosy questions from people he hadn’t seen in years. John could handle all of that, he really could.
But what he couldn’t handle was the questions. Why he hadn’t settled down yet, why he didn’t have a nice Scottish girl on his arm.
Why he wasn’t married with a child on the way, because Ethel and James weren’t getting younger, and John was already too old. For fuck’s sake.
“Maybe I don’t want to bring home a wee lass,” John had snapped, voice cracking as he dug his spoon in harder than necessary, a brown, congealed clump of freezer-burned rocky road flying onto the floor. “Maybe I don’t even like women, has anyone considered that?”
And there, in less than twenty words, John had completely outed himself.
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23 Dec 2025
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Cuddling lambs is better than drinking yourself to death. But at what cost?
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12 Nov 2025