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The biology of a Hobbit was a finely tuned instrument of comfort, designed by generations of peace and the steady rhythm of the Four Farthings. Among their many quirks, the leathered soles of their feet, the ability to move with supernatural silence, and the requirement of seven meals a day,was an instinct rarely seen by outsiders: the Nesting.
In the Shire, Nesting was a seasonal affair. When the first frost kissed the pumpkins in the fields, every Hobbit hole from Michel Delving to Buckland became a flurry of activity. Rugs were layered, wool was carded, and pillows were stacked until a Hobbit could dive into their bed and not be seen for three days.
But Nesting wasn't just for the cold. It was for the hurt. It was for the frightened.
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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish has been medically discharged following a mission gone wrong, which left him with severe agoraphobia and PTSD.
At the suggestion of his therapist, he joins a programme which connects both active service members and veterans through the act of writing letters.
Although things get off to a bad start, the connection he forms with his letter mate slowly becomes unbreakable. That is until he gets too close and strikes a nerve.
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30 Jul 2023
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I AM DYINGGGNJCCJNVN
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“Oi. Don’t I know you? Yeah—yeah I do! You sold me wings. Two-piece, extra ketchup!”
The row turned with him. Soap just grinned. “Best wings in South London, pal. Repeat customer discount next time.”
Beat. Silence. Everyone was looking at us now.
“Wait. Wait—nah, fuck this. You’re the chicken shop boys. You blew up that warehouse!”
And just like that, our cover lasted about as long as a kebab on a Friday night.
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Task Force 141 go undercover in London. MI6 call it an operation. Gaz calls it the biggest balls-up since… well, since the last one. (AKA the totally self indulgent crack fic) -
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Umm. Just some tasteful erotic soapghost art for your viewing pleasure 🚬
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If we don't fuck this whole thing up (Guaranteed, I can blow your mind) by lkst
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
14 Jan 2023
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It probably speaks to the magnitude of the shit wrong with him, but for the first time Soap is genuinely upset that he’s about to die. It would be the best sex of his life, if it wasn’t about to end.
“Damn shame,” Ghost sighs eventually.
“Aye. I never even got to see you naked.”
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24 Apr 2026
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OMG lmao poor gaz
also ghost's special mask made me scream laugh from the unexpectedness