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Soap has one too many. Ghost takes care of him.
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Scotland is going to the World Cup. God help them all.
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26 Nov 2023
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Soap and Ghost have made it out of Las Almas alive, but Soap is still in the fight. Bleeding and cold, his body is already shutting down. Ghost decides to do something about it and is forced to confront his feelings along the way.
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Soap and Ghost have to share body heat. Simon realizes he might love Johnny.
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26 Nov 2023
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“What do you need?” Ghost asked.
“Just your scent,” Soap said.
That hurt some, the knowledge that Soap only wanted him for this. But if this was the extent of Soap’s need for him, Ghost wouldn’t argue. Would sit there and behave as Soap fucked himself on his knotting toys, would let him break the heat like that.
Because Soap could have gone to any alpha on base. Could have flashed that pretty scent and had any one of them lining up to help.
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He had chosen Ghost. -
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Ghost isn't like most people. He doesn't like most people. Life for him is going about his days as a soldier, a warrior, a killer. A survivor.
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"Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt."
Until John 'Soap' MacTavish. From there...a journey begins.
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18 Sep 2023
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Soaps face feels hot for a moment like a kid who's been caught fist first in a cookie jar and he tries to idly slide his gaze away as if he was in thought. “Aye well. . . You’re a spooky son of a bitch L.t.” His eyes come back to his lieutenant’s face and in the trail upwards he notices something else, a scar that’s different from the rest.
It’s jagged and puffy, skin raised like it healed like shit. That’s nothing new though, what is different though is the fact that it looks like a dog the size of Clifford has taken a chunk out of Ghost’s shoulder. “Steamin' Jesus L.t. How’d ya’ get that one?”
Ghost paused, an ungloved hand reaching to rub at the scar. Soap is just as captivated by Ghost’s hands, how thick the fingers are and the callouses that cover them. How many screams has Ghost ripped from others with those same hands? How many bones broken, throats slit, threats destroyed by the very hands that Soap longs to kiss?
Kiss.
The thought shocks Soap for a moment. He’s thought about the lieutenant in. . . Personal ways but nothing more than a quick flash through his mind while he rubbed one out. He tries to swallow the revelation back when Ghost finally answers.
“Wolf hunting.”
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- Part 1 of WereGhost and his Johnny