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“The big one I understand… Massive, spooky fucker still has me on edge even passed out and tied up where I can see him, but what use are horns and a pair of big, blue eyes?”
The members of Price's 141 may have a certain, lofty notoriety but often a pedestal is just a further height from which to fall. Dangerous when there are those who enjoy nothing more than ripping wings off of pretty things. Out of options, Soap makes a sacrifice play. Ghost gets dragged into the game but he's not playing at all.
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12 Jun 2026
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“That’s not bourbon, is it?” John says with half a sneer, earning a small smile from the man in return, eyes full of mirth.
“Only the best,” the man easily responds, taking a sip just to prove a point.
“For a good ol’ boy,” John replies easily enough, watching the man's pink tongue dart out, licking a stray droplet.
“A good boy, hm,” the man echoes, his gaze traveling slowly down John’s frame, a maddening descent. “I don’t know about me,” he adds, a bit softer. “But you, on the other hand —” The man’s mouth curves, the sharp flash of teeth, like a predator lying in wait. “You look like a good boy, yeah?”
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Or, John MacTavish says he isn't gay. That is, until he meets a man named Simon at a gay nightclub and realizes, maybe he is.- Language:
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11 Jun 2026
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“D’ya know who I am?” Ghost asked, and Soap thought it almost arrogant. When he met his eyes, however, he could only see a genuine curiosity.
“I dinnae ken,” Soap mused. “Think I’ve seen that mask on a poster before.” He pointed at the skull with a teasing smile, hoping it came across as an attempt at banter rather than a white lie.
Ghost’s laugh was low, barely perceptible.
“That’s likely, yeah."
Ghost twisted the beer bottle back and forth on the table, dragging water around as the glass scraped against the wood, clearly contemplating something.
“Simon,” he said. Soap nearly choked on his beer.or, John "Soap" MacTavish is a bounty hunter looking for the biggest score of his career: the faceless, nameless Ghost. He finds him in Saint Denis, tucked away in a secret saloon that brings forth feelings Soap has been trying to deny his whole life. Faced with the opportunity, he decides to try his hand at seduction to get Ghost alone. It works far better than expected. It also couldn't have gone more wrong.
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10 Jun 2026
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A look, a drunken decision, an alpha staring at him and Soap, thanks to Gaz and Rudy, decided he needed to let go of himself for at least one night. But then one night turned into a chain of decisions that he was trying his best to not regret.
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Soap and Ghost have a one-night stand on Ghost's truck that changes Soap's life forever.
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you could (have me, touch me, love me) by applepieces
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
31 Jul 2023
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Soap knew what Ghost was trying to do, but he was slipping past the point of no return. Burying his face in Ghost’s bulge and licking the sweat off of him sounded like the best God-forsaken idea he’d ever had. He thinks of hot skin and firm flesh and the tender burst of ripe fruit between his teeth, juice dribbling down his chin to pool over his collarbones.
“Behave,” Ghost growls, and Soap groans, eyes fluttering. His voice softens when he instructs, “Just breathe, Soap. Be patient until we get back and I can take care of you properly, alright?”
The gears in his mind settle with a damning, thunderous grind. The strange urgency from Simon, the newest level of heat to their flirting. The fucking offer that Simon had mentioned. John had shoved his slick-wet pants in Simon’s bag and Simon had found them and understood them as the only reason an omega would do such a thing.
If only the omega in question weren’t a daft fucking prick who put his things where they weren’t meant to go.
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step 1: wake up in pre-heat; step 2: accidentally put your slick-soaked briefs into your superior’s bag; step 3: ???; step 4: profit
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