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They call them lows.
He guesses it’s supposed to be polite, less clinical. It doesn’t carry the same bite as “episode”; doesn’t sound so recursive. So inevitable. It’s not a state he necessarily has to find himself in again. It’s just a rough patch. A temporary setback.
Ghost’s been in a low for so long, he doesn’t remember what it’s like to feel alive.
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- Part 1 of You Found Me
- Part 17 of soft’s twt threads
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18 Jul 2026
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“Missed me,” Ghost crackles in his ear. Warm, teasing. A tone that Soap is almost certain is reserved for him.
Soap scoffs. "Prove it."
“Aw,” Ghost tuts. “Don’t trust me?”
No one I trust more, Sir. He doesn’t say it. Not that he isn’t sure Ghost already knows; if he’s even half as inhumanly perceptive as everyone gives him credit for, then he has to know, has to feel that tangible presence orbiting between them. (The direct acknowledgement of this entity feels too unshakably taboo. A point of no return that takes the shape of something gnarly; a feral elephant in the room that threatens to maul one or both of them down if addressed.)
“Bastard,” he grumbles instead. Wonders if his voice is as thick with affection over the com as it sounds spoken aloud. Would it matter, if it was?
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[smut all the way down with a healthy dose of yearning]
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19 Jun 2026
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley was fine.
At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Besides, the long sleeves were nothing new—Johnny liked to tease him for having the body temperature of a corpse, and he'd always preferred the extra layer anyway. If anyone noticed he'd added his usual skeleton gloves to his off-duty rotation, well… at least they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut.
Nothing had really changed. He still wore the mask, still kept to himself, still preferred to watch versus talk—
—and he checked his arm every morning the second he woke up, and every night right before he went to sleep.
— 🌻 —
or: what if hanahaki bloomed on your skin instead of in your lungs?
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10 May 2026
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They flirt, they drink together, they sit in the mess with their thighs and elbows touching. They joke and check in on each other when one of them (Ghost) is too stubborn to go to medical.
They're…friends.
Ghost hates that they're just friends.
But friendship is more than he ever expected and he won't compromise that for anything. He'll pine and suffer in silence and shove his forefinger into the lip of the bottle and wonder how the stiff, cool glass would compare to Soap's soft, inviting mouth.
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17 Mar 2026
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“Don’t… touch me, Cap,” John wheezes, his fingers curling into claws as he tries to pull at his own vest. The friction of the Kevlar like sandpaper on raw nerves. “I’ll… burn ye.”
“Jesus,” Price murmurs under his breath, but there is no hesitation from Simon, the man stripping off his gloves, tendrils of frost curled around his fingertips.
“Simon,” John grits. “Don’t.”
“You can’t hurt me, Johnny,” Simon murmurs, hands moving to John’s vest, careful movements as helps him rip it off.
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12 Mar 2026