The_M6
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It was probably ridiculous how much MacTavish enjoyed this little routine of theirs. Out of every way he had found to handle Ghost’s temper, only second to throwing each other around on the mats, this was his favourite; Ghost would slink into his office, always under the guise of paperwork, or getting his book, or just to discuss non-existent mission details— always with two hot cups of tea, and always devolving into this, Ghost furiously blowing off steam.
a small storm hits credenhill, and it’s just them in mactavish’s office
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- Part 41 of yours to keep
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lazy mornings (words can't describe the ache i have for you) by coconutsudz
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
09 Jan 2026
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simon enjoys his mornings with his pack. he never thought he was allowed to have this.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard this Virgin Express train to— Edinburgh Waverley,” the announcer read out, bright for so late into the night it was and surprisingly quiet. He felt Ghost rouse against his shoulder, just as he had done for the train slowing down and the doors opening before— unconsciously, his hand drifted over to Ghost to keep his head against his shoulder, heavy as it pressed the side of his head gently back.
The train to Edinburgh, the last train of the night and the one that will take them both home, has tiny seats. MacTavish doesn’t mind this as much as he should
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- Part 37 of yours to keep
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“Beg your fucking pardon, lieutenant?” Anderson replied immediately, grey eyebrows shooting up at the egregious insubordination.
“Fucking stupid,” Ghost repeated louder, like he had misheard him, “sir.”
Well, no one had ever accused Ghost of mincing his words.
ghost and soap disagree with captain anderson on how to run an op. Only they all lose their patience <3
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- Part 36 of yours to keep
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“Where is everyone?”
“When,” MacTavish began, and he dropped the cup on the bedside table, an old chipping thing, “were you planning to tell me the bite got infected?”
Ghost stiffened, hands curling tighter into fists.
Keeping things from each other never ends well. It all comes to a head in an empty safehouse.
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- Part 35 of yours to keep