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Every brush with Johnny kept Ghost coming back for more. He was an addict hunting for his next hit. Sometimes it was a pat on the shoulder to signal they were on the move, a fist bump after a good mission. A brush of hands passing a cup of tea across the counter. Nothing that should linger but somehow Johnny stuck to him like a burr.
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Ghost finds himself warming to Soap, unable to stop himself from falling a little more everyday. What do you do when you find something that feels more important than the job you've shaped your life around?
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01 Mar 2026
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Riley has a problem. A rather pressing problem. One he really can't ignore anymore, no matter how much he'd like to.
A problem the nurse must be wrong about, because Riley cannot be fucking lactating.
or: ghost is going to develop a lactation kink, but he doesn't know it yet
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15 Feb 2026
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Joseph was really worried about his uncle. Simon never had had a relationship that he knew of, he was very closed off and Joseph had just learned at school how bad it was for Omegas to be unmated and without kids when they got older. Uncle Simon clearly needed help. So, during Simon's next leave, Joseph would set him up on a date. And for that, he enlisted the help of his new best friend—Daniel MacTavish.
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05 Feb 2026
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John “Soap” MacTavish is frozen under the weight of a singular glowing golden eye. Its vertical pupil dilates and contracts and Soap swears he can feel the physical weight of a touch skimming over his body as it trails up and down him, assessing. The touch feels as if a singular sharp claw is being dragged over his skin, holding him in place with the silent threat of evisceration should he so much as breathe.
So he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t move, he can’t even bring himself to look away from that eye as he’s studied; as his fate is decided by the sleek, inky black creature standing just a few feet in front of him.
Soap’s skin feels as if it’s burning under the weight of that stare, but he’s finally able to take a breath in. He lets it out through his nose slowly, quietly, and is careful not to move as he tries to convince his body he isn’t in danger.
But he isn’t convinced. . . isn’t even close, and as he’s able to finally tear his gaze away from the one eye that he can see, he becomes almost sure that he is in danger.
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31 Jan 2026
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The shapes of the artwork bend and turn as Ghost moves his arms around while handling his bag and pulling out equipment for the workout. Veins are creeping across his skin like a plant curling along a tree trunk to reach the sun. Thick strands of muscles bunch and strain on his forearms.
Until now, Soap has never seen Ghost's arms. The man has always been covered in at least a hoodie, and except for the occasional, accidental sliver of skin just above the gloves revealing the existence of ink on Ghost's skin, this whole picture is entirely unprecedented to Soap.
Soap feels like a man in the Victorian era seeing a woman's ankle for the first time. He has to forcefully swallow down the saliva gathering up obtrusively in his mouth.
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Soap has a crush on his superior and Ghost decides to give his friend a lesson at the gym.
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25 Jan 2026