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(don't) bite the hand that feeds by pap3rtigers, vozart
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
21 Jun 2025
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If anyone bothered to ask Ghost who he was, he figured he'd just stare at them for a moment, and say three simple words.
"A stray dog."
He didn't mean to bite. Didn't mean to bare his teeth or snap at every outstretched hand.
It wasn't in his nature—not really.
He didn't want to be like this.
He just didn't know how to be anything else.
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"Jesus fucking Christ, MacTavish," Ghost snapped, his voice cutting through Soap like a bullet through bone, making mincemeat of his heart as it dropped clear to his feet. "Shut the fuck up."
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In the wake of Hassan's death and stolen moments in Las Almas, Soap can't seem to quiet his mind—and Ghost won't let himself rest. Haunted by guilt and convinced he's the problem, Ghost starts doing what he does best: pushing people away before they can see the mess he really is.
If he's alone, maybe Soap will be safe.
But Johnny MacTavish has never been good at backing down.
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12 Jun 2025
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In theory, it’s an easy plan of action: Soap heals with Ghost by his side and life goes back to the way it was before. Effortless and efficient, just like how they’ve always handled tough missions.
But with a newly broken brain, pent-up feelings, and a possible medical discharge looming on the horizon, everything is often easier said than done.
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20 May 2025
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A thousand lives, spiralling out around him, all full of possibilities...but Simon lived in this one.
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Ghost slowly learns how to be in love, and in doing so learns how to stop wishing for a different world and start living in the one he's got.- Language:
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19 May 2025
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There’s a teddy in Soap’s bed; a beaten-up, old brown bear. Well-loved, if the state of the fur is any indication. Ghost lets out a choked laugh, mostly at his own expense. He wishes he was there, suddenly, wishes he was by Johnny’s side as he walked through the doorway and realised that his childhood room was waiting for him like a time capsule. Wishes he got to see the embarrassed scrunch of his face, the way the tips of his ears would flush red.
Soap has a whole second life, outside of the SAS. He’s got a mother, and a poorly-decorated bedroom, and a bear. All Ghost has is a flat that will be the same it is today as it will be the day he dies, like he was never even here at all.
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11 May 2025
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A big, broad-shouldered man came through the door, the look of a long-haul trucker hanging around him like a ratty coat. He was wearing old oil-stained jeans and a frayed flannel shirt thrown over a white t-shirt, his scuffed boots peeling up at the toes with age.
He had the air of a man who’d reached the end of his rope. He had a battered wide-brimmed hat pulled low to cover his long, frazzled hair, half of which was scraped back into a loose tail. He had dark hair and dark skin and dark eyes that were framed by the deep-set bruises Arthur only ever saw on long-haulers and cattlemen, the marks of too many nights at the wheel or in the saddle, the normal rhythms of life stretched out and pulling at the seams.
The feller was handsome. Arthur noticed that as an afterthought, his breath catching in his chest. Under the bruises and the loose strands of hair, the feller was handsome. His eyes were bright and keen.
“Uh,” said Arthur, caught flat-footed by the unanticipated surge of attraction tightening his belly. “Hi.”
The feller looked Arthur dead in the eye. “I need all of the caramel sauce that you have,” he said.
(or, a coffee shop au. yeah. i know.)
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02 May 2025