SaferSaviour
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Ghost had wings once.
Or, correction—Simon Riley had wings once.
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17 May 2026
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It should have been a no-brainer, really. Ghost should have balked at the thought of spending time in close proximity to any of his colleagues, let alone the one man that he actually had the potential to disappoint. That was his rule — distance meant safety.
It should have been an easy answer.
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When the news of three weeks’ forced leave reaches Ghost, he’s resigned himself to loneliness in an empty base. That is, until a certain Sergeant offers him an invitation he just can’t seem to refuse.
Or: the sheep farming fic nobody asked for
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14 May 2026
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It’s easy enough to keep himself still when Johnny begins to touch him. He drags warm, firm hands across Simon’s back, his palms sliding effortlessly against skin and scars alike with the oil slicking the way. It’s as familiar as it is alien. Johnny’s hands, callused and strong. Reliable and sturdy; clever and quick. They’re the same hands that clap him on the shoulder and pat him on the arm and hand him a mug of tea.
He’s rarely had them on his bare skin. Simon runs hot; knows it because of how he’s had to act as the human furnace on missions with subzero temperatures and snow banks taller than his head. But Johnny’s hands mark their path across the plane of his back with a pleasant warmth, one that lingers even as his touch moves on.
Johnny’s palms dig into the meat at his shoulders, then push down, across his back and his ribs and his waist. By the time his hands catch at his waistband, Simon has arched into the sensation like a cat, muscles trembling. Johnny’s hands lift away and, strings cut, he collapses into the bed, breath shaking.
or: Ghost has been tense lately; Soap helps him with that.
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14 May 2026
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Soap survives a horrific injury but isn’t sure he wants to.
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14 May 2026
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If Not in the Crimson Dawn, Then by Pale Night by CedarDove for toomanybats
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
05 Feb 2025
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But, Simon isn't pulled under. He's pressed against Soap's front, an arm around his waist to hold him close. Fingers tangle into Soap's matted chest hair, clinging to him with both a healthy amount of apprehension, and exhilaration. The softest vibration of a purr tickles through his body when Soap stoops down, and captures Simon's lips in a deep, languid kiss. Eyes a mile wide, Simon can't find it in himself to struggle as his fingers creep up, framing Soap's throat as he melts.
Years… It's been years since he's tasted the touch of another man's lips against his.
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A love story between Ghost, once a lieutenant of the Royal Navy - turned pirate captain, and Soap, a merfolk, who Ghost saves from a fisherman's net.
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13 May 2026