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It should worry the hell out of him, the way he could stare at the man’s hands as they tore through muscle, broke bone, and crave to have them running through his body, fingernails digging in and still bloody. It has made him become a part of something bigger in the worst possible way, outside of the carefully built system that saves lives and takes them, never for selfish reasons. Because he would kill for that man without an order, against an order, control slipping through his fingers like a weight tied to a rope, burning the bare skin of his palms.
For a few moments, they just sit there, side by side, the only sounds being the distant buzzing of the generator and the trickle of soft rain against the safehouse’s ventilation system.
“Soap.”
“Simon.”
Ghost looks at him. His eyes lack the usual edge, replaced by something Soap might dare to call doubt, that was directed to him in rare, quiet moments.
“Soaking my shirt up won’t dry up yours.”
Or; their car dies out in the middle of nowhere. They make the most of the time they have while waiting for aid.
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“It’s like… You only get to know half of it.” Her brow is furrowed as she fiddles with the small figurine. “It can’t go that well if you have no clue of what else you’re going to work with.”
“Could show you my half.”
He waits for some kind of comeback, or a half-assed scoff that never comes. Instead, her hands freeze, and her gaze meets his.
“Okay.”
It’s a soft spoken, serious answer that he wasn’t expecting. She was sitting still, observing him in that careful way that always made him want to kiss her on the mouth. Dallas could have sworn time had stopped, if it weren’t for the dust particles dancing in the air like fireflies.
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Estaban de coña. Podría haber jurado que ella estaba de coña. Pero ahora, esperando sentado sobre el taburete con el cuaderno en las manos mientras ella se quita la camisa, no está tan seguro.
Dios, es suave por todas partes.
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Cessanne threw her head back at his words, a shaky “please” leaving her lips as her thighs started to tremble. He felt the hand stimulating her own clit speeding up, chasing release.
“My love, I wanna fuck you for hours. I wanna get you so filled up you can’t stop it from coming out-“ She lets out a cry. “so I have to take it with my fingers,” he removes his digits from inside. “And get it in again, fuck it into you again so no drop is wasted.” With one swift thrust, he pushes them back in.
He wasn't sure how he was going to last. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he was going to survive.
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La voz suave y baja de Jayce se siente como un bien preciado que Viktor desea conservar para siempre, algo que no puede perturbar. Así que mantiene los ojos cerrados. Dedos gruesos y endurecidos por el trabajo en la forja rozan su sien para apartar un mechón de pelo de su cara. Es algo tan tierno, tan íntimo, que casi le dan ganas de llorar.
Jayce nunca lo había tocado así.
O; Viktor descubre que Jayce susurra lo que se le pasa por la cabeza cuando su compañero está dormido. Viktor actúa como si no tuviera ni idea, hasta que deja de fingir.
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“Missed me,” Ghost crackles in his ear. Warm, teasing. A tone that Soap is almost certain is reserved for him.
Soap scoffs. "Prove it."
“Aw,” Ghost tuts. “Don’t trust me?”
No one I trust more, Sir. He doesn’t say it. Not that he isn’t sure Ghost already knows; if he’s even half as inhumanly perceptive as everyone gives him credit for, then he has to know, has to feel that tangible presence orbiting between them. (The direct acknowledgement of this entity feels too unshakably taboo. A point of no return that takes the shape of something gnarly; a feral elephant in the room that threatens to maul one or both of them down if addressed.)
“Bastard,” he grumbles instead. Wonders if his voice is as thick with affection over the com as it sounds spoken aloud. Would it matter, if it was?
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smut all the way down with a healthy dose of yearning
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12 Jun 2026
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The Shield and the Shadow by a_platypus, Martuzzio, TrashBard
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
29 Mar 2026
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Ghost knows he's destined to spend the rest of his life going through the motions of being the sharp, shadowy knife those in power use to backstab one another. He's made peace with it. He's a professional. His newest contract, at least, seems promising. Taking down the head of the Royal Guard? A welcome challenge.
Sir John "Soap" MacTavish is far too busy to be fucking around in the frozen arse-end of Anfēowern. He's got an entire team of knights to direct, a king and a prince who are hell bent on making his life as difficult as possible, and an incoming visit from the king of a neighbouring country that will surely plunge his next few months into complete chaos. He’d love a day off. Fuck, he’d love five minutes off.
Fate must have a dark sense of humour, because Ghost and Soap are about to collide.
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07 Jun 2026
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innocent, innocent, innocent again by Soupdepartment
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
10 Mar 2026
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He couldn't remember the last time touch meant love to him. It must've been some time when he was little, when his mother's hands were still tender and he looked less like his father. As he grew taller and bulkier, and his words grew defensive and harsh, she began to stare straight through him. The last gentle touch he'd ever taken without shivering beneath it was her thin fingers dragging over the bruises mottling his arms, never apologizing but always looking sorry.
His body waited for Soap to grab, to pull, to dig his nails in just because he could — but he didn't. He roamed over Ghost's skin like it was fragile, never lingering on the remnants of a past he'd never spoken of. It was too much. Too Johnny. He wished his shoulders would stop trembling just for a moment so he could feel that sweetness without a lingering sense of dread in his bones.
or: A new recruit triggers a flashback by pinning Ghost down during a sparring match and ignoring his tap out. Panicked, Ghost dislocates his own shoulder to free himself, and Soap has to pick up the pieces while Ghost confronts feelings from his past he thought he'd buried.
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07 Apr 2026
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Yearning, Ghost realizes, aches even deeper than a bullet wound.
He’s trained himself not to desire, the same way he’s trained his body to sprint while in full tactical gear, the same way he’s trained his eyes to focus through a sniper scope for hours on end.
But he’s never wanted someone—anything—like he wants Soap.
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02 Apr 2026
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Soap's hand is frantic, out of the gate like a greyhound at the track, his long fingers fisted into a hot, dense tunnel. Ghost hears himself grunt, like the wind's been punched out of him; his knees sag for a fraction of a second before he finds his centre of balance. Soap's mouth is hot and wet against one of the sprawling keloid scars on the underside of his jaw. Ghost doesn't know when, or how, to explain that he's never actually done *this* before, long past the point that he reasonably should have done.
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I just wanted to write virgin!Ghost, honestly
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- Part 1 of Dogs Chasing Cars
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27 Feb 2026