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    Simon “Ghost” Riley remembers dying
    The bullet from Shepherd. The fire. The agony. The soul deep grief of failing Roach.

    And then… a crib? A onesie?? A rattle???

    What.

    Or, in which ten elite special ops soldiers die, but wind up waking up as babies with the memories of their previous lives intact. And what the hell do you mean magic is real??

    Or, in which:
    - Puberty, Round Two: Electric Boogaloo
    - A generous interpretation of “school rules”
    - The Hogwarts staff reevaluating their careers, their life decisions, and whether mass resignation is a valid magical defense.
    - The author wondering what Harry Potter would look like if it had anyone with an ounce of common sense

    Featuring tactical cuddle piles, wand enhanced violence, emotional damage, weaponized childhood trauma, strategic snacks, and a Divination room that’s been converted into a legally gray war bunker.

    Aka the Call of Duty/Harry Potter crossover crackfic nobody asked for but the author had fun writing anyway.

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    19 Dec 2025

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    Yes. Now I have Call of Duty Chaos ala Bruce Wayne in a POS Ford. Lets go!

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    13 Dec 2025

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    Damnit Scary, just when I think you're not updating any more lol. Mad at myself for only having subscribed on and my email being the one I don't check.

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    "Fuck this," Tony grumbled to himself as he tried not to yank on the car battery cables connected to his chest in frustration. "Fuck Thanos, fuck time travel, fuck the fucking glow stones."

    He paused, glowering up at the security camera blinking away in the corner of the cave.

    "Actually fuck everything," he growled slightly louder. "Imma Mary Sue the shit out of myself, just you fucking watch."

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    22 Nov 2025

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    I am not a Marvel girlie. I'm not. But this is on par with shoving Bruce (Wayne) in a POS Ford Fiesta. Hilarious to boot and I can't stop cackling.

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    Cassandra was never a liar.
    Precognition is not a gift.

    John MacTavish will die. It will be bloody, brutal. A bullet through the skull and a scream that never seems to end.

    You shouldn’t know that.

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    10 Jul 2025

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    So I've been trying to only bookmark stuff that's done and I'm in love with enough to reread over and over. Well this. Fuck it, this got an immediate bookmark. Despite the obvious twist on the boot camp friend, I was hooked from the get go. Can't wait to see where this goes and who all of our favorite CoD characters pop up.

  5. Public Bookmark 65

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    🪴gender neutral reader - not specified afab or amab reader🪴

    “They’re coming. Fall in!” Called the driver. They hurried back to the car before the horde could touch the tailgate of the following truck. And then they were moving through the town. You watched the crowd of wandering zombies follow after, ambling until they’d lost interest. But your interest had peaked.

    You managed to get down from the fire escape before sundown, glancing up and down the road before rounding the storefront and staring at the poster. “Remaining survivors in the city, there is a safe house posted at the joint military base 10 miles northeast from the city exit. There is: food, water, shelter, and community.” You mumbled to yourself, eyeing the road. “So that’s where the helicopters came from.”

    You quickly ripped off your backpack, slipping out your notebook, and turning to the last page. You wrote “ 10 miles northeast, joint military base “ and shoved it haphazardly into your bag as a zombie has cocked its undead head in your direction. “10 miles. I can do 10 miles.”

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    10 Jun 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Heartbreaking ending, but there's some good comfort to be found.