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Medic Soap gets roped into TF141. He just wants to survive that tall, skull-faced gadgie whom he is sure has a grudge against him.
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03 Jun 2026
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but no one sees it follows me (i always end up underneath) by zashizawa
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
25 Apr 2026
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He was used to pretending he was fine even when he wasn't — especially when he wasn't. And Soap used to think that that was just the way things would always be, because he never could figure out how to change.
And then he joined the 141, and for the first time ever, he realized that he'd found somewhere he belonged. Somewhere he felt at home. Somewhere that he didn't have to try to stifle himself, somewhere that people laughed at his jokes and paid attention to him long after most others would've tuned out of his distracted rambling.
(Or, Soap gets told to shut up and has a very bad time.)
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02 Jun 2026
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The Ocean in Your Arms by Sgt_Kiran for tamaranianprincess
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
20 May 2026
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10 days. Soap had been MIA for 10 days before Ghost was made aware of anything at all.
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Selkie Soap gets captured by poachers who take his seal skin to try sell him off, Wraith Ghost comes in to save him and massacres everyone to get back what's his.
You know, the usual.
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27 May 2026
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“Look at you…” Price rasps, running a reverent hand over the bindings, feeling the way Ghost shudders beneath them. His fingers trace the knots, testing their strength, watching the way Ghost’s breath hitches with every slow drag of his touch.
Ghost blinks up at him, open-mouthed and dazed, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. His body aches, but it’s a delicious kind of ache—the kind that makes him feel kept, wanted.
Price smirks, dragging his thumb over the tear-streaked flush of Ghost’s cheek, tracing the heat there. His eyes are dark with possession, admiration, something almost tender beneath the hunger.
"Ready for me, sweet thing?"
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Or, Ghost can't stop fantasising about the one man that makes him feel safe. Price provides an outlet for his perverted desires.
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13 May 2026
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Of course, that’s exactly when Soap walks in.
Soaked from the rain, chest rising and falling fast from the run, his shirt clinging to him in all the right places. He pauses in the doorway, eyes flicking from Price to Ghost, and then narrowing with suspicion.
“Why d’you look like that?” he asks, tone accusatory.
Ghost stares back, completely mute. He cannot—cannot—get his mouth to work.
Price chuckles, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder at Soap. “His brain’s just catching up with his dick.”
With a casual nod toward the couch, he adds, “Sit down, would you?”
Soap just stares—mouth slightly open, chest still heaving, frozen in place.
Price sighs, amused, and steps closer. The shift in his tone is unmistakable—low, commanding, almost coaxing. The way you’d speak to a dog you know will obey, eventually.
“Sit.”
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Or; Ghost and Soap share a longing for Price, and Price teaches them how to share.
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13 May 2026