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Snow whipped around them both in a frenzy. It was all Soap could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other, dragging them both forward as frost nipped at his bones. Wind slammed them from all sides, roaring through the bare trees and covering Soap's footsteps as quickly as he made them. Claw-like branches grabbed at him and Ghost, but he didn't dare stop, no matter how hard they tried to force him back.
Stopping meant death.
And Soap wasn't about to let the man he loved freeze and be left forgotten in no-man's-land.
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Trapped in a collapsing blind and battered by days of snow and silence, Soap is fraying at the seams—cold, half-mad, and absolutely convinced his lieutenant is some cocked-up apparition of a man. But when the mission turns, everything spirals, leaving Soap to drag an injured, hypothermic Ghost through blizzard and blood to the last safehouse still standing.
(Or: A storm. A sniper’s nest. A confession years in the making. And the quiet moment where Soap finally gets to hold the man he never stopped falling for.)
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“I wish I had told you…” He grasps at straws haltingly. He gives up with a huff. “Wish I had told you everything.”
“So tell me now.”
And that’s certainly a thought.
_____________________________________Simon processes the loss of his Sergeant in an incredibly healthy, not at all weird way.
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03 Feb 2026
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Soap finds himself at risk of disciplinary action after proving his biggest flaw time and time again: His disrespect towards superior officers. Ghost is the one holding an insubordination report that could break his career. Desperate to stop him, he corners Ghost behind closed doors, where rank and restraint all start to unravel. What begins as a confrontation sharp with authority turns into something neither of them fully controls. Between clipped orders and gasped confessions, control slips, and by the end, the report becomes just an excuse to get too close.
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13 Jun 2025
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move heaven and earth by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
18 Mar 2024
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Humanity was, at its very core, cruel.
Despite all the preaching otherwise, despite whatever bullshit that naive, sheltered philosophers and thinkers expounded upon throughout the ages, humanity was a master in the art of cruelty. It didn’t matter how kind, how selfless, how good someone claimed to be. At their heart of hearts, in their very core, in the essence and fiber and atoms of their being, they could never be rid of that black stain ingrained into the very soul (or lack thereof). A capability to enact a violence most thought unthinkable.
Ghost had known it all his life.
Or: Ghost is, despite all rumors to the contrary, entirely and completely human. And, for better and for worse, so is Simon Riley.
(alternate pov to "hell hath no fury" from ghost's perspective)
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17 Feb 2025
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Dragons were an insular, reclusive species. Hunts of old drove them to the brink of extinction, leaving the few remaining clans with a well earned wariness, if not outright fear, of the world at large. They stayed hidden, either far from prying in the wildest regions of the world or in plain sight. Most of the rest of the world knew very little about them, aside from the sparse rumors and folklore that remain from days of old, and the clans were happy to keep it that way. The less the outside world meddled in their affairs, the happier they were.
That said, one thing was well known and documented about dragons: possessiveness was written in their blood.
Or, John "Soap" MacTavish is a dragon. Task Force 141 is his hoard. This changes everything, and nothing at all.
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