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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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03 Feb 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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18 Jan 2026
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Soap swings the door wide and gestures him through, ushers Ghost to stand in front of the wardrobe. Twin mirrors hang on the doors, full length and in Soap’s opinion, particularly flattering. Ghost’s gaze darts to his nervously, twitching as he starts to get an idea of what Soap intends. He looks terrified, but to his credit he stays standing there, lets his focus land on Soap’s reflection over his shoulder.
“I’m going to prove you wrong, Ghost. Want to show you what a good omega you are.”
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12 Jan 2026
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"Mornin'! Sorry about that. Guess they hadn't added my name to the list yet. Tried to leave this morning and the guy made me double back for ID while he called it in. Pain in the ass."
Ghost's eyes snapped to the man that had jogged up to their side and for a moment, he was thankful for his mask concealing the way his mouth dropped open at the sight. So that's what Price meant by taking a chance. This guy was young. Very young.
And very attractive.
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An older Ghost struggles with his feelings of attraction for his much younger new Sergeant while navigating his impending retirement. He knows better, but when Soap can't help but tempt him, how can he resist?
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25 Dec 2025
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John's on the side of the road with a busted car motor and not a cent to his name. He's about to call it and make the trek back into town on foot, until he hears a rumbling pick-up truck come around the bend. He smooths back his damp, loose mohawk before he moves to the side of the car to lean against the door, pushing out his chest to display his tattoos and plastering on his winning smile.
It works—hook, line and sinker as the truck slows to a crawl. The door slams shut, and when the owner appears from behind, John swallows hard, his throat growing dry from more than just the heat with his heart thumping an unfamiliar swing in his chest.
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13 Nov 2025