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listen to me, butterfly by gh0stspace for septembertrees
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Dec 2025
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Ghost has been acting off all December, and MacTavish is trying to figure him out.
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17 Feb 2026
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the fics are loosely, if at all, connected
there's probably some consistency
time order? i don't even know her!
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10 Feb 2026
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An alternate version of my fic ‘In Someway I Was Sure You Knew’ In which Ghost, Simon’s more possessive, controlling, and protective side, takes the wheel when he finds out his sergeant's secret.
“Ghost’s not gonna stop till he claims Johnny as his own, especially after he finds out his sergeant’s secret: Soap, demolitions expert and youngest member of the 141, is actually an omega, and Simon knows deep down inside that they’re mates. Now his only job is to convince Johnny of that, but when has Ghost ever done anything easily? “
Reading ‘In Someway I Was Sure You Knew’ is not necessary.
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- Part 2 of I Knew
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10 Feb 2026
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Soap has a crush on Ghost,
Ghost has a crush on Soap.
(Gaz wants to bonk their heads)How will they cope with the increasing tension between when rain keeps getting them closer than ever?
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4 times rain became an issue and the 1 time it wasn't.
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30 Jan 2026
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And in that pulse of light John sees him.
A man wearing a dark hood stands at the end of the hallway, massive and hulking, larger than any human should be. His shoulders rise and fall, slow and steady and John knows whoever this man is — he’s no soldier. There’s an underlying motion to him, a twitch that has John reaching for the pistol that he doesn’t have, warning bells going off in his mind.
The light sputters once more, and the figure is shifting, the slightest incline of his head as if he’s just realized John was behind him. But something is — different, the light seeming to catch on more than one shape at once.
“Identify your —” but words fail him as the figure turns further, John able to get a peek of what lies beneath the hood, the harsh light catching on the edge of a white skull mask. Haunting and familiar and John feels his breath catch sharp in his chest.
“Simon.”
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14 Jan 2026