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He saddled upon his steed and set for the Clyde Water, nothing but emptiness in his chest. Even as the icy water, now roaring like a wild beast, reached his thighs, he didn’t fight. He’d made a deal, and it was time to reap what he had sowed.
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A minific I wrote about Ghoap based on my favourite irish folk song.
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They called him Ghost even then, for his silence, his ability to slip through the night like a blade through water. His mask, bone-white and stained with the grime of battle, was a terror to his enemies. But the loch had claimed him, as it claimed all who carried too much death in their hearts.
Heavily inspired by the fic Fill me (Give Me Life) by virtual chaos on AO3.
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Ghost and Soap tiptoe the line between camraderie and something more.
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That night, Ghost was in his quarters, cleaning his sidearm with methodical precision, when his phone buzzed. A text from Soap. The message was a garbled mess: [need u ghost somethings wrong plz] No punctuation, no clarity - just raw urgency. Ghost’s gut twisted. Soap wasn’t the type to cry wolf. He grabbed his balaclava, pulling it on out of habit, and headed for Soap’s quarters, his boots silent on the base’s concrete floors.
The hallway was dim, the hum of fluorescent lights barely audible. Soap’s door was at the end, and as Ghost approached, a scent hit him like a shockwave - sweet, heady, unmistakable. Omega in heat. His steps faltered. Every alpha instinct roared to life, his blood pounding in his ears. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus. Soap was in trouble. That was the mission. Not whatever his body was screaming at him to do.
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The new sergeant, Soap MacTavish, has a flash-heat while on suppressants and needs his Lieutenant's help.
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Ghost reminisces and copes (or tries to) with the grief of losing the only person who's ever truly understood him.
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Kinktober Day 11 - Somnophilia
Soap can't resist.
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22 Feb 2026
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Ghost had been sure, many times in his life, that he had the worst luck in the world. Now, he could make that the worst luck in the fucking universe. Getting captured by aliens wasn't his idea of a nice Sunday, yet here he was.
The 141 knows very little about humans. They're fearsome, dangerous creatures from an even worse planet. The few expeditions foolish enough to get close disappeared entirely. The one report salvaged from a lucky ship, a long time ago, isn't really helping.
They have to figure out what to do with the one in front of them.Or, humans are space orcs but make it COD.
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21 Dec 2025
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141: A Space Oddity by Trashole
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Stellaris (Video Game)
24 Mar 2026
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The 141 is a joint military and research vessel of the utmost caliber within the Union federation. What they had not expected was for them to stumble across an elusive lone human, nor the shenanigans that would follow.
CoD in space/CoD meets Stellaris and my brainrot. (No knowledge of Stellaris is necessary to understand or enjoy this fic)
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18 Dec 2025
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John has spent his entire life drenched in shame and guilt. Like most who grew up catholic, he learned shame sooner than he learned his own name. Shame and cruelty hung over the MacTavish household for years, shrouding it in a heavy cloud of misery. Finally free, he makes a list of everything he wants to do. Then he makes another. A list of experiences he wants to have before he dies, then the following list a layout of hedonistic pleasure that grows slowly more erotic and twisted with each new idea.
His team is happy to indulge him.
--“We’re going to run through every filthy desire on that little list of yours, John. Mark my fucking words, you won’t sit right any day of the goddamn week.”
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13 Nov 2025
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“Don’t fall for a man, bairn. They’ll steal your pelt and your soul.”
On the storm-bitten coast of Eilead, Scotland, a selkie watches a man who does not belong to the sea and Soap can’t help but be drawn to him. Ghost walks the cliffs like he carries the weight of a life he never chose. And Soap, wild and salt-born, should know better.
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10 Nov 2025