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This is a collection of partially finished fics or outlines of fics that I have not started writing. The vast majority of of these fics will likely never be fully written, but I wanted a place to post them in case people enjoy these little bits or in case anyone is inspired by the ideas in these fics. If I finish an idea in here I will delete the chapter to post the fic. Because I do not write linearly, there will be breaks in the text where story I have not yet written belongs. If you read this fic beware of that and beware that I may never finish the fic. However if you particularly like an idea or have a suggestion on what to do with a story, please let me know! It might motivate me to finish the story. Also please feel free to steal any of these ideas.
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5 Time Someone Tried to Guess how Soap got his Callsign (and 1 Time Someone Already Knew) by TypedByNight
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Jan 2026
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It started, as most things in the 141 did, with a good natured ribbing and a bet.
“Oh come on mate, come off it, there’s no way the story behind your callsign is classified!” Gaz half shouts. He’s not quite drunk yet, but he is tipsy enough that his control on his volume has become tenuous.
Soap only grins and shrugs. “What can Ah say?”
Alejandro and Rudy groan in frustration. Even Ghost is drawn into the proceedings. “Do you know?” he rumbles at Price.
Their Captain shakes his head. “No, the muppet won’t tell me either.”
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No one in the 141 knows how Soap got the name Soap, but they are determined to find out. AKA. How many stories can I make up about Soap's callsign?
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"D’ye ‘ave a favorite scar?"
“I do.”
Soap grins. “Ye gonnae tell me whit one or do Ah gottae guess?”
Ghost huffs with amusement, weighing his options. The hopeful look on Soap’s face makes the choice easy. Ghost sets down his beer and with a smooth motion pulls his shirt overhead.
Soap’s expression is everything he could have hoped for, wide eyed admiration, lips parted in surprise, the tint of blush spreading over his cheeks.
If Ghost’s forearms are littered with scars, his torso is practically a collage of them. The eye-catching Y shaped vivisection. The starburst on the right side of his ribcage from the meat hook. A constellation of circular cigarette burns spread across his clavicles. His left flank, covered in a burn scar that’s healed into a watercolor of purple and pink stretched skin. An acid splash across his right hip bone that peaks up over the waistband of his joggers. A myriad of other miscellaneous marks.
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Ghost and Soap sit together on the roof watching the sunset and discuss scars.
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What is a Ghost if not Love Persevering? by TypedByNight
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Dec 2025
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Ghost is being haunted.
It’s downright ironic really. A cosmic joke if he’s ever heard one. Evidence that whoever is running the whole thing has a sense of humor. He’d be pissed if he didn’t also have a pretty damn good idea of who is haunting him.
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Ghost loses Soap down in a tunnel under London. Grief stricken and heartbroken, he decides that he'll hunt down Makarov before following his sergeant. Along the way, strange incidents that he cannot explain begin to rack up. What's dead is not always gone.
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- Part 1 of Soap the Friendly Ghost
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He can’t get the thought of death out of his mind, the images blurring together like a painting made from blood in his mind. The picture shifts constantly, and Soap could handle it if it would just stop changing. He can handle death. He can handle dying. He can’t handle a thousand possibilities of how he might die. He does the only thing he can think of.
“If you were going to kill me, would you do it fast or slow?”
A beat passed. Long enough that Soap thinks that Ghost isn't going to reply and that will be the end of it.
“Slowly,” Ghost says eventually, startling Soap.
“How would you do it?”
Ghost looks over him, eyes sweeping over his body, and Soap feels somehow, achingly seen. “I'd cut you up. Make you bleed all pretty for me.”
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After Ghost rescues Soap from being tortured, Soap is unable to get all the ways his captors threatened to kill him out of his mind. Ghost helps him deal with his intrusive thoughts.
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𝆕 Soap making tea for Ghost because he’s not gay 𝆕
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29 Jan 2026
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It was one thing to know monsters existed. It was another thing entirely to grow up as part of the MacTavish clan, one of the oldest werewolf clans that existed. Being a MacTavish came with ‘capital E’ Expectations. They saw it as their duty to protect humanity from the things it couldn’t protect itself from. Things like vampires.
There was only one future for all MacTavish children - to be turned on their seventeenth birthday and join the clan in full, as werewolves themselves, to carry on that duty.
Or, there was supposed to be only one future for them. John had never been all that good at following rules, though. And while he wanted, desperately, to help people, he wanted to do it under his own power. To earn it, through more than just the happenstance of being born to a family of more-than-human creatures. So he did the only thing he could think to do.
He ran away.
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Soap achieves the unthinkable - he gets recruited into the elite Task Force 141: a squad that had, until now, been composed of monsters only. Fate and destiny won't let go of him that easily, though. When a mission goes bad, he has to contend with everything he ran away from to protect his team.- Language:
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24 Jan 2026
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Dicentra spectabilis, now referred to as lamprocapnos spectabilis, comes from Greek for “two spurs” and “spectacular.” In many Asian cultures, these flowers signify a broken heart or love unrequited. The bud is toxic both to the touch and by ingestion, making it useful for mainly ornamental purposes.
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There's someone new joining the 141 and everyone is happy about it. So happy, in fact, that they don't seem to realize one of them is slowly slipping away.
Johnny's only all too aware.
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23 Jan 2026
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The Tale of the Ghost Who Went Forth to Learn What Love Was by Cthulhus_Stepmom
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
21 Mar 2025
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Simon Riley is dying.
He’s not accepted it yet, but it’s a matter of time; every pulse of blood oozing through his fingers is so many precious seconds draining out of his future. It feels almost comical, after all that he’s been through and done at the hands of rich men and cowards, marched hell into lands of people who never knew he existed until he brought ruin and chaos upon their peace. His life authored by depraved gods with only the goal of pain in mind. Simon doesn’t often think much on the deep unfairness of his life, doesn’t have the time between waking up and going back to sleep. The deep gash in his gut doesn’t care much for his ideals of inequity though, indeed it would seem whatever gods still looked over his life had decided that spiting the grave once was all he was allotted.Or: A dying soldier pledges his life to a fae completely by accident and he ends up with more than he bargained his soul for.
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09 Jan 2026
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