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Whatever Here's Left of me is Yours Just as it Was by TypedByNight
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
21 Feb 2026
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From the way Price pales, Ghost is sure that the poor man is convinced that this is the last time he’ll see his lieutenant alive. He’s not exactly sure how to reassure the man. It’s not like he can say, Oh don’t worry about me, I’m no longer suicidal because Soap is a ghost now and he’s haunting me and the meager time he spends talking to me in morse code is worth living for.
So instead he says, “Going to Scotland. Figured someone should tell Johnny the news. What do you want as a souvenir?”
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Simon visits Scotland to have a picnic with Johnny at the cliff they scattered his ashes at and goes to an occult shop to learn how to better communicate with Soap now that he's a Ghost.
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- Part 2 of Soap the Friendly Ghost
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5 Time Someone Tried to Guess how Soap got his Callsign (and 1 Time Someone Already Knew) by TypedByNight
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
19 Feb 2026
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It started, as most things in the 141 did, with a good natured ribbing and a bet.
“Oh come on mate, come off it, there’s no way the story behind your callsign is classified!” Gaz half shouts. He’s not quite drunk yet, but he is tipsy enough that his control on his volume has become tenuous.
Soap only grins and shrugs. “What can Ah say?”
Alejandro and Rudy groan in frustration. Even Ghost is drawn into the proceedings. “Do you know?” he rumbles at Price.
Their Captain shakes his head. “No, the muppet won’t tell me either.”
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No one in the 141 knows how Soap got the name Soap, but they are determined to find out. AKA. How many stories can I make up about Soap's callsign?
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This is a collection of partially finished fics or outlines of fics that I have not started writing. The vast majority of of these fics will likely never be fully written, but I wanted a place to post them in case people enjoy these little bits or in case anyone is inspired by the ideas in these fics. If I finish an idea in here I will delete the chapter to post the fic. Because I do not write linearly, there will be breaks in the text where story I have not yet written belongs. If you read this fic beware of that and beware that I may never finish the fic. However if you particularly like an idea or have a suggestion on what to do with a story, please let me know! It might motivate me to finish the story. Also please feel free to steal any of these ideas.
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"D’ye ‘ave a favorite scar?"
“I do.”
Soap grins. “Ye gonnae tell me whit one or do Ah gottae guess?”
Ghost huffs with amusement, weighing his options. The hopeful look on Soap’s face makes the choice easy. Ghost sets down his beer and with a smooth motion pulls his shirt overhead.
Soap’s expression is everything he could have hoped for, wide eyed admiration, lips parted in surprise, the tint of blush spreading over his cheeks.
If Ghost’s forearms are littered with scars, his torso is practically a collage of them. The eye-catching Y shaped vivisection. The starburst on the right side of his ribcage from the meat hook. A constellation of circular cigarette burns spread across his clavicles. His left flank, covered in a burn scar that’s healed into a watercolor of purple and pink stretched skin. An acid splash across his right hip bone that peaks up over the waistband of his joggers. A myriad of other miscellaneous marks.
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Ghost and Soap sit together on the roof watching the sunset and discuss scars.
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What is a Ghost if not Love Persevering? by TypedByNight
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Dec 2025
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Ghost is being haunted.
It’s downright ironic really. A cosmic joke if he’s ever heard one. Evidence that whoever is running the whole thing has a sense of humor. He’d be pissed if he didn’t also have a pretty damn good idea of who is haunting him.
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Ghost loses Soap down in a tunnel under London. Grief stricken and heartbroken, he decides that he'll hunt down Makarov before following his sergeant. Along the way, strange incidents that he cannot explain begin to rack up. What's dead is not always gone.
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- Part 1 of Soap the Friendly Ghost
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“Didn’t like him thinkin’ about you like that,” Ghost rasps. “Didn’t want him seein’ you. Not like this.”
Soap’s throat works around nothing.
“Like what?”
Ghost tilts his head — slow, animal — and his eyes roam down, dragging over every inch of Soap’s sweat-slick body. The way the fabric sticks to his chest. The flush in his face. The way his lips part, just a little, like he’s not sure if he’s breathing or panting.
“Open,” Ghost murmurs. “Flushed. Soft. Wet.”
He steps in again, close enough that the tip of the blade taps the hem of Soap’s shirt.
“Mine.”
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18 Feb 2026
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Labracadabrador by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Feb 2026
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What do you call a magic dog? Considering Ghost had been sure the witch was a fraud, he's happy to settle on plain old 'Johnny' like on the Belgian Malinois' tags.
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18 Feb 2026
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Soap takes a break from training recruits and hides out in Price's office, where he finds Gaz sprawled out on the couch and joins him. Later, Ghost finds them there.
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18 Feb 2026
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“Tell ya what, LT. If you win this, I’ll blow you.”
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14 Feb 2026
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So Touch Me Again, I Feel My Shadow Dissolving by softer_sin
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
25 Apr 2024
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“Poor thing,” he croons, patting over his pussy like he’s consoling it, not him and fuck that shouldn’t make him drip; the wet sound echoing in his ears. “Just want attention, don’t ya? Dumb fucks here don’t know what they’ve been given. Should be fuckin’ lined up to put you in your place.”
Johnny’s skin heats and he can only hope it doesn’t spread far enough down for him to see as he shifts restlessly on the bed. “Big talk fer a man behind a wall,” he spits.
“Harsh words for a slag flashin’ ‘is cunt,” he shoots back.
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- Part 8 of PWP Oneshots
- Part 1 of COD Oneshots
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08 Feb 2026