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Ghost is about to start his rut. As a type A alpha, those who have more animal traits, he has to wear a muzzle. Soap, who didn’t know about his type, sees the muzzle. Ghost is embarrassed, but Soap isn’t put off in the slightest.
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once in a blue moon by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Jan 2025
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Werewolves were a social species.
This was a well known fact. The sky was blue, the rain was wet, and werewolves were pack creatures. The myth of the lone wolf was in truth nothing more than a fairy tale, a creation of humanity that was as incurious as they were imaginative. They spoke life into a story of self reliance and resilience, unwilling or unable to comprehend that such a life was nothing but a death sentence to a wolf - mundane or magical by birth. Wolves lived and died by the pack. A packless wolf was a dead one, or as good as. To wander alone, untethered to a community or family, was the greatest shame of all. It painted you as unlovable. It painted you as untouchable.
It painted you as other.
Gary Sanderson had never had a pack.
Or: Gary Sanderson has lost a lot in his life. When he joins the 141, he finds something old, and something new.
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20 May 2026
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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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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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But Ghost didn’t seem to mind, quietly filling the kettle before setting it to boil, those dark eyes watching as John paced the kitchen, one arm flailing about in the air, the other locked tight around his half-melted pint of rocky road.
He told Ghost he was stressed. That the entire MacTavish clan was coming into town, which meant awkward hugs, judgmental stares, and nosy questions from people he hadn’t seen in years. John could handle all of that, he really could.
But what he couldn’t handle was the questions. Why he hadn’t settled down yet, why he didn’t have a nice Scottish girl on his arm.
Why he wasn’t married with a child on the way, because Ethel and James weren’t getting younger, and John was already too old. For fuck’s sake.
“Maybe I don’t want to bring home a wee lass,” John had snapped, voice cracking as he dug his spoon in harder than necessary, a brown, congealed clump of freezer-burned rocky road flying onto the floor. “Maybe I don’t even like women, has anyone considered that?”
And there, in less than twenty words, John had completely outed himself.
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