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    For a long time, the 141 has been exclusively birds.

    This isn’t by design; a lot of those that choose to go spec ops are birds, or particularly well-suited breeds of dogs and cats, the occasional mustelid and, for one particular mission where they’d had to house a foreign unit, a very inconvenient bull. Usually, though, it’s animals that are good in small groups as well as large ones, groups that can form flocks and packs and colonies, respectively.

    They are a flock, mismatched and odd though they are, and Ghost has always assumed that, should they welcome a fourth into their unit, for a trial run or otherwise, their prime candidates would be other birds. 

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    08 Feb 2026

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    Soap knew what Ghost was trying to do, but he was slipping past the point of no return. Burying his face in Ghost’s bulge and licking the sweat off of him sounded like the best God-forsaken idea he’d ever had. He thinks of hot skin and firm flesh and the tender burst of ripe fruit between his teeth, juice dribbling down his chin to pool over his collarbones.

    “Behave,” Ghost growls, and Soap groans, eyes fluttering. His voice softens when he instructs, “Just breathe, Soap. Be patient until we get back and I can take care of you properly, alright?”

     

    The gears in his mind settle with a damning, thunderous grind. The strange urgency from Simon, the newest level of heat to their flirting. The fucking offer that Simon had mentioned. John had shoved his slick-wet pants in Simon’s bag and Simon had found them and understood them as the only reason an omega would do such a thing.

    If only the omega in question weren’t a daft fucking prick who put his things where they weren’t meant to go.

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    step 1: wake up in pre-heat; step 2: accidentally put your slick-soaked briefs into your superior’s bag; step 3: ???; step 4: profit

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    30 Dec 2025

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    Ghost is motionless, staring down at John's outstretched hand like he's trying to recall on which page of How to Behave Like a Real Human in Polite Society he’s previously seen the gesture.

    Before things can get awkward, John turns the aborted handshake into a jovial, manly sort of punch to Ghost’s shoulder. It's rather like how he imagines it would be to hit an adult moose, both in the physical sensation and in the frisson of anticipated danger it elicits. Gamely, he says, “Truck’s just about set, sir. Glad to be working with you.”

    Ghost’s eyes flick up to John’s face, and then higher, to his hair. He frowns.

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    Two idiots are assigned to an ambulance. They fall in love.

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    20 Nov 2025

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    Ghost, under threat of another psychological evaluation from both his CO and therapist, has been forced to partake in a penpal programme with another soldier in order to "practise empathy" and "re-establish human connection." He hates it until he doesn't.

    MacTavish willingly volunteers for the SAS's new penpal programme because what the hell, it could be fun. And when his penpal ends up being adorably emotionally constipated, well, that certainly doesn't hurt.

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    16 Nov 2025

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    For a moment, Soap let the silence sink in. Let himself shift his gaze slightly to the side and rest on Ghost’s thick thigh, fat with the softness of his relaxed muscle, lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. He wanted to sweep the tips of his fingers delicately over those hairs, see if they were as downy as they looked. Wanted to see the way Ghost’s muscles would twitch at the sensation, wanted to see if he’d shy away or press into the touch. Wanted to know if he’d like it.

    Would probably end up with a knife in his gut, but at this point, Soap thought it was probably worth it. For one touch, it might be worth it.

    It's 3:30 in the morning, and Soap and Ghost can't sleep. How will they pass the time.

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