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Soap has a fantasy he can't get his mind off of, and he knows his lieutenant is exactly the right flavor of 'fucked-up' to make it happen.
He just needs to find a way to bring it out of him, and is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
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09 Jul 2026
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“I’m okay,” Ghost had murmured, a skeletal gloved hand coming out to cradle his jaw, thumb swiping away the blood, the sinew, the remainder of the carnage that Soap had caused in his desperation to get to Simon.
And despite the fact that Simon nearly died, the man had leaned forward, pulling John beneath his chin, the skull mask digging against his temple. But John didn’t care, the pain reminded him that this was real. That Simon was alive, that he was breathing.
And the man said nothing when John lifted a hand, when he pulled at the edge of the balaclava, slipping beneath the fabric, hand splayed flat against the column of Simon's throat, crying out when he felt his pulse, strong and steady beneath his fingertips.
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30 Jun 2026
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And in that pulse of light John sees him.
A man wearing a dark hood stands at the end of the hallway, massive and hulking, larger than any human should be. His shoulders rise and fall, slow and steady and John knows whoever this man is — he’s no soldier. There’s an underlying motion to him, a twitch that has John reaching for the pistol that he doesn’t have, warning bells going off in his mind.
The light sputters once more, and the figure is shifting, the slightest incline of his head as if he’s just realized John was behind him. But something is — different, the light seeming to catch on more than one shape at once.
“Identify your —” but words fail him as the figure turns further, John able to get a peek of what lies beneath the hood, the harsh light catching on the edge of a white skull mask. Haunting and familiar and John feels his breath catch sharp in his chest.
“Simon.”
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29 Jun 2026
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Getting shot in the head should have killed Soap. Technically, it did. But Ghost got his heart beating again.
A year of recovery, and he’s finally back where he belongs: with Task Force 141.
Back with Ghost.
He shouldn’t think about Ghost the way he does. Shouldn’t imagine those hands on him. Shouldn’t wonder about the man behind the mask. And he definitely shouldn’t want him with the kind of hunger that has no place between teammates.
But wanting has never cared much for should.
So now he’s back in the middle of chasing Makarov, trying to keep his head straight while everything in him keeps turning toward Ghost.
Duty’s one thing. Desire’s another.
And coming back from the dead has a way of making a man honest about both.
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14 Jun 2026
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Don't feed the wildlife and certainly don't try to make friends with it, the rules say. Yet here MacTavish is, trying to get closer to the gorgeous creature hiding in the sea.
A creature that is staring right back at him, and seems just as curious about MacTavish in turn.
or: big mers with big cocks? no! small mers with proportionally small cunts!
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11 Jun 2026