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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
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The same fic with two different endings explores the way things may have gone when Soap is reprimanded for his actions in the field.
The pieces each show a side of power imbalance and ways that it may be swayed from one side or the other.
Please mind the tags for each piece as individual works and only read what you are comfortable with and interested in! Each fic is designed with the same first chapter, leaving the second chapter to show different courses of action so that you can choose the content that you prefer.
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03 Feb 2026
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"By the end of the night John and Sophia were to marry in order to “cure” them of their sinful ideas. Neither of them had a choice in the matter, their voices were trampled over at every turn. They had no choice but to grin and accept it."
Young and afraid, Sophia Riley and John MacTavish are brought together under the most extreme of circumstances. Despite their dismay about their unsavory situation, they come to an agreement that will suit them both and allow them to live their lives to the fullest extent. Together they are finally able to explore themselves and discover what makes each other tick.
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02 Feb 2026
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“Aye, I just- fuck, it sounds so stupid-” Soap cut himself off, holding his head in his hands.
“Nothing you have to say is stupid, Johnny.”
The Scot peeked out from behind his fingers, another wave of tears welling against his waterline. “Please don’t say I told you so.”
Ghost blinked and tilted his head. “Never.”
Soap took a deep breath and straightened up. “Found out Mac cheated on me.”
Ghost stiffened.
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Ghost and Soap have been fuck buddies for a while. Soap finds himself a boyfriend. Then a girlfriend. Then a couple more boyfriends after that. Ghost is over it, but he wouldn't dare say anything, not when doing so could take away the time he gets with Johnny between relationships.
AKA- Ghost is devastated that Soap keeps getting into relationships when Ghost is RIGHT THERE for the taking. Cue emotional constipation and the rest of the Task Force being so sick of their shit.
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- Part 5 of Soap/Ghost Oneshots and Shorts <3
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02 Feb 2026
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02 Feb 2026
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𝆕 Soap making tea for Ghost because he’s not gay 𝆕
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The Tale of the Ghost Who Went Forth to Learn What Love Was by Cthulhus_Stepmom
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
21 Mar 2025
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Simon Riley is dying.
He’s not accepted it yet, but it’s a matter of time; every pulse of blood oozing through his fingers is so many precious seconds draining out of his future. It feels almost comical, after all that he’s been through and done at the hands of rich men and cowards, marched hell into lands of people who never knew he existed until he brought ruin and chaos upon their peace. His life authored by depraved gods with only the goal of pain in mind. Simon doesn’t often think much on the deep unfairness of his life, doesn’t have the time between waking up and going back to sleep. The deep gash in his gut doesn’t care much for his ideals of inequity though, indeed it would seem whatever gods still looked over his life had decided that spiting the grave once was all he was allotted.Or: A dying soldier pledges his life to a fae completely by accident and he ends up with more than he bargained his soul for.
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09 Jan 2026
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08 Jan 2026
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It's not like Soap had planned on snooping like that.
It's not his fault that Ghost left his bedside drawer open far enough for the light to catch on the smooth, shiny metal surface of the objects, drawing Soap's attention.
And well, Soap is only human after all.Bookmarked by TypedByNight
05 Jan 2026
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05 Jan 2026
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On the 21st November 2023, Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish was killed in action in the Eurotunnel, 7km off the coast of Folkestone.
Except the heavily redacted report is all a lie and the emotional scattering of his ashes is all an act.
This is the story of how he survives, how the 141 fake his death, and how he recovers - with Ghost right by his side.
A realistic fic about Soap recovering from a traumatic brain injury and discovering which parts of himself are left, and which parts Makarov stole from him. Full of hurt and comfort, angst and humour, this is a slow burn Ghost/Soap getting together fic with a happy ending.
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05 Jan 2026
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Soap and Gaz stared at the white mug, decorated with a Man City logo that wasn’t quite printed on straight and sat on the island countertop that separated their Task Force 141 reck room from their poor excuse for a kitchen.
Soap sighed from beside Gaz. “I’m gonna wash it.”
“Your funeral.” Gaz mumbled, taking a bite of his sandwich but not moving his eyes away from the mug.
OR: Ghost doesn’t wash his tea mug because it ‘adds flavour’ and Soap takes great offence to this. They end up snogging about it.
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04 Jan 2026
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Ghost sighs long and exaggerated, sinking into himself and reaching for the lip of his balaclava to hide the unending spread of his bourbon flush.
Or, he would, if Soap didn’t bury his hand in the coarse, black cloth at the back of Ghost’s head and tug until his chin points towards the ceiling and the long column of his throat is bared.
“Does it go all the way down, Lt?” Soap teases, tracing the edge of splotchy red bleeding down Ghost’s neck.
Ghost decides, in this moment, that neither of them will survive this.
Ghost is ruined and Soap is in his blind line of fire, eyes lidded and content, like there’s no place he’d rather be than staining the barstool next to Simon fucking Riley. Even as Ghost pushes him away, even as he grovels into the varnished, undeserving counter, Soap stays close and unfathomably warm. Because he knows.
You liked that, he oozes, bleeds.
or: soap keeps pulling ghost around by the back of his mask. maybe ghost is a little more telling than he realizes.
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- Part 3 of scout’s anon work
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03 Jan 2026
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“You get caught out there, you’ll be killed slow.”
Soap grimaced, peeking his head around the corner, scanning the seemingly quiet alley. “Mercs or the Narcos?” he asked.
“Me,” the voice growled in his ear. “I suggest you keep moving, Sergeant.”
John MacTavish was never recruited by the 141, but rather The Shadow Company. Now, after uncovering some disastrous information about his Commander, he’s on the run in Las Almas from the same men he’d once worked alongside, a USB in his pocket, and a ghost whispering in his ear.
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29 Dec 2025
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An ongoing series where two touch-starved men figure out how to take care of each other in ways that no military field guide ever covered. Thankfully, when you already trust a person with your life, letting them see you at your most vulnerable isn't nearly as hard as it sounds.
Non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a little angst, and a lot of comfort.
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24 Dec 2025
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So he backs off when Ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until Ghost lets him in close again.
Waits to know if he’ll let him close again.
It’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as Ghost comes out one random night and says, “I can’t fuck.”
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- Part 12 of soft’s twt threads
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23 Dec 2025