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“Aye sir, but ye’ll have to buy me dinner first.” Gaz groans and covers his eyes, edging closer to Price, no doubt to inform him about the impending murder of their demolitions expert. Soap pumps his eyebrows for added effect while simultaneously trying to catalogue the best escape routes from the vicinity.
Ghost though. Ghost stills, blinks once, twice, always so thoughtful and says “Just the one dinner, Johnny? Had no idea you were so easy.”
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- Part 1 of Fingers entwined
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17 Jan 2026
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john knows he’s making a racket. knows that he’s blessed that simon owns a house in east bumfuck, because if they were in the barracks on some random base as they’re so wont to be, he’d surely have gotten gagged by now.
or maybe not. simon always liked to push the edge of acceptable; liked to see how many people would avoid looking them in the eyes the next day; liked to ensure that everybody else knew exactly who johnny belonged to.
it’s days like those that john wishes simon would just bite him already. he knows he wants to, knows that the urge is there— the obscene necklace of bruises left on his neck nearly daily are enough to prove it, simon apparently physically unable to keep his teeth out of johnny’s skin.
or: johnny belongs to simon; simon belongs to john.
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17 Jan 2026
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Noah and the Anglerfish by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Jan 2025
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“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap breathes. “How often does he do this?”
Gaz turns, then, and meets his eye. “Us, and Price… We’re the only ones who’d live to talk about it,” he says. “It’s a last resort.” He reaches out, then, and puts his hand on Soap’s arm. “Being his handler means being the one to call the shots, Soap. We’re the only bloody things he cares about. Everything else is fodder. If you ever have to make this call, you better be damn sure you don’t care about survivors, because there won’t be any.”
Price had been so eager to give the order. Imagine holding the nuke in your hands, knowing that you’ll be the only thing to survive its detonation. Imagine being Noah, but with the power to call the Flood whenever he wished.
Soap shivers, something not altogether kind or good curling around his brainstem at the notion.
Whether Gaz clocks it or not, he can’t say, but he eventually murmurs, “You’ll need a psych eval after this. We all get one after Ghost smokes out. Even him.”
Soap frowns. “Why?”
Gaz shrugs. “You’ll have to ask him. Personally, I think we all like it a bit too much.”
Soap blushes, and doesn’t have the words for why.
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- Part 9 of A collection of GhostxSoap stand alones
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14 Dec 2025
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That’s when Ghost rolls over, and Soap releases his cock instantly — holds his breath and prays to Christ that he’s just shifting in his sleep.
“Hurry up, Sergeant,” Ghost says, voice low and much too near. Soap shivers.
No use pretending he wasn’t getting off when Ghost clearly knows what he was up to.
“Can’t,” he whispers, “‘m not a lefty.”
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