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“That’s really smart and intuitive of you. These activities are not meant to be followed exactly because people think through and process things differently. It sounds like you’re a very visual and tactile person, so you found a way to make it work for you. I’m really glad you kept trying and didn’t give up, though that would have been fine as well.”
“Mmthanks” Soap mumbles and moves back to fully sit in his chair. He is definitely not thinking about the ways Simon is visual and tactile as well.
Simon hands Soap his journal and waits for Soap to say anything more. Which he doesn’t because he can’t because Simon has said things to him that no one has ever said. It’s the opposite of his nightmare from last week. He’s sitting in the office of someone who would’ve been his superior if they were still enlisted and he’s being told he’s talented and intuitive like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing. It’s everything.
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Three months after being medically discharged, Soap is feeling aimless and in need of support. He goes to his local Veterans Association and meets with social worker Simon Riley, who helps him find a new way forward
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Growing Accustomed To Sunlight by CaptainStormChaser
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
10 Jan 2026
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John was out too late again. It was all he could do, collecting what little wood there was and peat for burning as the chill began to creep into the long nights. His torch was dull, seeming ineffective against the fog settling over the moors, and the moon was in its dark cycle. He trembled with fatigue, with hunger, but he couldn’t afford to rest. The village needed him. He could scarcely put one foot in front of the other. He could scarcely see a foot in front of him. All he wanted was to lay down, to rest.
I’m here John. The voice tried to comfort him. And I can deliver you.
“Please, God. Help me!”
For a price.
Many generations ago the first Lord MacTavish made a deal with a creature. Now it's come to collect.
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John: So, if you're not here for a relationship, what are you here for? ;)
Simon: I don't think most people on this app are here for relationships.
John: Lmao, you're not wrong
Simon: And I don't assume you're here for something like that either
John: Nope, just looking for some fun
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How long will it take for "fun" to turn into more? Perhaps not as long as you'd think.
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- Part 8 of ✨ COD smut ✨
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Ghost carves the bones of his enemies into sounding rods. Soap shows his interest.
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- Part 1 of hex's twitter threads
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So, Soap’s a big guy. Obviously.
He’s not overly tall, but he’s wide in the shoulders and thick in the thighs. He’s the kind of big that’s naturally built all over: training muscles on top of mission muscles on top of an innate bulk.
He’s the kind of big that makes him immovable to most guys.
The kind of big that’s always been -ger than most everyone else—if not by height, than at least by heft.
So when they’re on mission and Ghost spots a grenade before Soap does, and, with no time to warn him, grabs him by the waist and flings him back behind cover, gear and all, Soap’s really not expecting to think much about it, aside from maybe, ‘Oh, shit.’
What he thinks instead is: ‘Oh-hmm.’
And then, in rapid succession: ‘Big.’
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Or, Soap realizes that Ghost is bigger than him. His dick realizes that’s hot.
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"Close now. Remember the rules?" Ghost talks loud to be heard, but his voice rumbles low and deeper through him than the engines and their repetitive noise, an edge there that Soap can’t put his finger on, reminiscent of how he sounds when Price tightens their leash.
"There are no rules," he echoes their earlier conversation, but relents as Ghost narrows his eyes. "Forty-eight hours. I'm late, I fail. I'm caught, I fail. I die to some random animal attack or 'cause I break my ankle, I fail and ye won't come find me. That about it?"
Soap has some things to work out. Ghost is happy to help.
Neither is prepared for just how far they'll go.Bookmarked by Sharpy
25 Sep 2025
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Spank bank, piss, tension, hot hot hot hot hot hot h
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There's nothing about Ghost to love.
More machine than man, he's a weapon for his country to use as they see fit. Stripped of his humanity, Ghost has come to accept his way of life, going through the motions because he has to.
That is, until Soap slowly breaks down Ghost's walls, and makes him realize that maybe there is still hope for him. That his augments don't define the man who suffers within. That he's worthy of love, just like everyone else.
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Let Me Take You On a Midnight Drive by oshikiri_toru
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Apr 2025
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John's usual route to the gym gets ruined by a set of unruly, catcalling construction workers. He can ignore most of them, but one construction worker just won't leave his mind. When he's stranded without a ride, Simon, the worker, offers him a ride home. But of course, it'll come at a price.
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Ghost loved pearls. They were smooth and round. He liked the sound they made when they clinked together in his palm. And, most importantly, he loved the way they felt sliding down his dick.
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based off of this tweet by softer_sin
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Ever since that shot to his head, Soap hasn't been quite right. No surprise there. After being in a coma for months and having to relearn even the most basic of functions, who would be?
It was a long road to get back his independence, but Soap's trying to do what he can to feel 'normal' again. Now retired, with nothing to keep him busy, he decides to take a summer trip on his own. It's been a while since he's been to the beach. Warm sands, crystal clear waves, a drink in his hand while he toasts in the sun—yeah, sounds like bliss.
And it is, until Soap sees the most gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on. Tall, built like a brick shithouse, with wheat-blond hair, covered in tattoos and scars… Soap is immediately infatuated.
All seems to be going well. The guy—Simon—is perfect. But, there's only one problem.
Simon has a girlfriend—Clair—and she can tell Soap isn't just some vacation buddy that Simon made. Suspicious of Soap, she does her best to keep Simon away from him.
If Clair's gonna block Soap from the man of his dreams, then he won't hesitate to fix a problem.
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Ghost is motionless, staring down at John's outstretched hand like he's trying to recall on which page of How to Behave Like a Real Human in Polite Society he’s previously seen the gesture.
Before things can get awkward, John turns the aborted handshake into a jovial, manly sort of punch to Ghost’s shoulder. It's rather like how he imagines it would be to hit an adult moose, both in the physical sensation and in the frisson of anticipated danger it elicits. Gamely, he says, “Truck’s just about set, sir. Glad to be working with you.”
Ghost’s eyes flick up to John’s face, and then higher, to his hair. He frowns.
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Two idiots are assigned to an ambulance. They fall in love.
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There’s a ghost haunting the 141 common room. At least, Soap is about 80% sure there is, which is, in fairness, realistically about as sure as anyone could reasonably be about spooks haunting their workplace. He’s not stupid, he knows no one else is going to believe him if he brings it up. The scorn if he suddenly starts harping on about ghosties and ghoulies.
None of that negates the fact that there definitely is one though. Probably.
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Eldritch beings feel post-mission adrenaline jitters the same as everyone else.
Figures, then, that a tryst in the woods will smooth the come down. Same as everyone else.
(ghost gets in over his head)
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Soap is a PhD student, doing his research in Antarctica on the behaviors and hunting habits of leopard seals. During his expedition, he becomes obsessed with a leucistic seal, who he's taken to calling Ghost.
His attempts at tagging Ghost for tracking purposes have all failed, leaving Soap frustrated, but determined to try again. He won't stop until he gets the data he needs for his dissertation.
At the same time, Soap is stuck in an escalating, heated flirting match with a hydroponics employee at another base. It's foolish to form romantic relationships with someone he knows will vanish from his life once their expeditions are over, but there's something fascinating about this man that he can't ignore.
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A fun little MerMay twitter fic, adapted for easier reading on ao3!
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You share a group chat with your team and you sometimes wish you didn’t.
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No one knew why people were suddenly and uncontrollably turning into horrendous beasts, but it launched a worldwide panic that had governments and militaries mobilizing and rushing to develop strategies to deal with them.
To deal with such occurrences, special units were formed to ensure that these demiforms were either reintegrated into society with full control… or put down.
Task Force 141 was one such unit.
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Ghost is one of the rarest demiforms, having never shown the other side of him to anyone willingly. When Soap is brought into the folds of their tight knit team, something different about him has Ghost on edge. Nothing could have prepared any of them for what they were about to face.
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Just Soap doin stuff to Trans!Ghost because they're MY brain worms and i get to pick the movie
also Ghost squirts for the first time
Title from "Moment's Silence (Common Tongue)" by Hozier because *gestures at the brain worms*
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After a sudden but well-deserved break from their missions, Soap and Ghost find themselves bored out of their minds in an apartment Soap bartered from a friend.
A week into the arrangement, Soap sucks the very soul out of his lieutenant.
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Professor Simon Riley's only real complaint in life is that his sex life is severely lacking. He's bored of vanilla one-night-stands and wants something more: either a real relationship or better sex. Enter up-and-coming sadist John MacTavish, the proverbial stone to Simon's two birds.
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- Part 7 of Fics for Folks
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“I wasn’t saving you,” Simon said. “I was saving him.”
Johnny’s brow knitted in confusion.
“If I left you to handle that scumbag, you might’ve just torn his throat open right at the kitchen table,” He deadpanned. “Don’t think I don’t see the way you bite a thread loose when you’re sewing. There’s bloodlust in those eyes, love.”
He tensed minutely, not meaning to let the pet name slip out, but the other man didn’t seem phased. Johnny threw his head back and cackled. Simon watched the way those eyes shined with mirth, and thought he might kill the next time someone tried to insult this precious omega. He ached, breathing through his nose shallowly, trying not to smell Johnny’s scent too deeply, lest he forget himself and lean forward to nose along his warm neck.
“What am I going to do with you, Riley?” Johnny asked, fondly. Simon shrugged with the other shoulder, careful not to dislodge Johnny’s grip on his hand.
Keep me, he thought. Let me keep you.
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Ghostsoap Homesteader AU