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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 Jun 2026

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    Soap has a fantasy he can't get his mind off of, and he knows his lieutenant is exactly the right flavor of 'fucked-up' to make it happen.

    He just needs to find a way to bring it out of him, and is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

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    13 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 65

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    He glances down just as the cabin lights shift, flicking bright white as the pilot flips the switches for disembark. Soap blinks, eyes adjusting to the brightness as the red gloom recedes just enough for him to see it.
    Blood.
    Everywhere.
    There’s a pool of red beneath the jump seat where he’d been sitting, and a trail leading across the floor to where he’s standing right now.
    “What the fuck—” Soap’s hand flies to his back, clumsy, and comes away dripping crimson.
    His head swims. For a second he doesn’t comprehend it. He remembers the hits—two shots to his back, hard enough to knock the wind out of him—but the vest caught them. Didn’t it? His lower back is numb, nothing but strange building pressure, but the blood keeps coming, hot and steady.
    He was shot. And he didn’t even feel it.

    -or- Desperate to prove he's worthy of the 141 (and Ghost), Soap overdoses on stims had has a bad time of it.

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    15 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 56

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    Ghost has some unusual love languages.

     

    (aka, the Call of Duty darkfic that absolutely nobody asked for, because apparently I am losing my fucking mind)

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    06 Mar 2026

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    “Fuck…where are you, Ghost?”

    He gives a small glance over the alley wall, and from what he can see, the immediate area appears to be in the clear. The barest turn of his head gives Soap a spout of vertigo, and another painful flare travels down his arm. When he takes that first step out, Soap collapses down to the pavement, and a shadowed figure floats above his head. It’s large and silent standing over Soap, and he can feel the threatening aura across his limp body. Something reaches towards him, but Soap can only mutter out a measly, “No…” before he’s hit over the head, and everything goes completely dark.

    Soap gets captured right before the alone mission starts.

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    06 Mar 2026