Call of duty
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Simon and Alexander's tension...remains unresolved by emmaruby7868 for fandom Call of Duty 2015 (fandom_Borgia_2012)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Jan 2026
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This fic is about a self-insert and Simon Ghost Riley. It will filter between the past and the present in their AU and sometimes flashbacks. They both used to like each other, and one still does but with unresolved tension it makes things awkward and tight. Maybe things will ease up, but there'd only be one way to find out.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 277
- Chapters:
- 1/?
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Soap experiences the full package deal of a Ghost-Mental-BreakTM and gets hurt about it.
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You were in your backyard innocently watering the newly sprouting plants. It was early spring so you could finally spend some time outside and not be caged in the house like the little birdie you were during the winter. You gently hummed a soft tune as you sprayed each crop with the equal amount of attention.
Tomatoes, eggplants, and cucumbers.. oh and the peppers. Peppers. You hated peppers with every fiber of your being but your husband Ghost forcefully planted them into “your” garden. There was nothing you could do about it anyway so you gave the little angry sprout some water too. All was going well until you heard the harsh, heavy thuds of thick boots repeatedly hitting the pavement as they inched closer.. and closer towards you. All was suddenly not well anymore… and it won’t be for a while.
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We didn’t have enough time by DirtyRavens
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), keegan - Fandom
06 Jul 2025
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Keegan Russ your partner after several years in the military, a kind and gentle man only to you.
But what happens when you’re chained in a room beaten and tortured.
Will he help you? Will he take your side? Or will he stand there and watch. Will he be the one to save you?
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那一天,渡边弘决定为了你殉情。
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Ghost laid his hand against your throat, fingers curling to rest over the vessels that pulsed on both sides, completely encircling the slender column of your neck. Though he applied no pressure, the threat loomed as heavily as he did over your body. It had been so easy for him to subdue you; he didn’t even break a sweat, his breath still steady and even.
A familiar zing of electricity traveled to your core, smoldering embers sparked to life, begging to be fed kindling and stoked into something more. Heat flickered across your cheeks when you looked up at Ghost, and reached for his hand in a half-hearted attempt to push it off of your throat. He effortlessly resisted, holding the position like a wolf might do to an overeager pup to enforce his place in the pack — and remind you of yours.
You were trapped, completely at his mercy.
And you liked it.
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Every year, someone from your village is picked as an offering to appease the insatiable hunger of the gods.
This year, that sacrifice is you.
Or: Ghoap is some abomination masquerading as a god for the convenience of free food. Until they meet you. They have a hunger of a different kind. -
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“What like you nev-“ he turns to see you in your stoic state and his mouth falls slightly agape. He leans in closer and you’re even more nervous that he can hear how fast your heart is beating with this new proximity. “You have before though right?” He quietly asks, flashing a glance over his shoulder to ghost who’s busy checking cams with his headphones on.
You take another drink hoping it instills some form of liquid courage as you swallow harshly. “Not exactly..”
“bloody hell..” He leans back with a dumbfounded smile on his face.
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- Part 1 of Behind Enemy Lines
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You had a plan, but never could have anticipated... this.
Ghost/Soap/female reader
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pairing: Ghost x reader x Soap
shameless smut
Synopsis: After a long mission you, Soap, and Ghost go to the bar to unwind. As Soap teases you into playing Fuck, Marry, Kill, things get heated from there.
