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Professional Development by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
20 Dec 2025
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Soap and Ghost were left unsupervised with subpar applicants looking to join Task Force 141. Now they've got their No. 2s on at the largest defense conference in the world as punishment for ruining Captain Price's day. It's not Soap's fault Ghost looks damn good in khaki, or that the hotel room Laswell booked only has one bed.
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03 Apr 2026
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Soap thinks about getting his hands on Ghost just about every minute of the day.
He might be a little unprepared for when it finally happens.
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31 Jan 2026
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So, Soap’s a big guy. Obviously.
He’s not overly tall, but he’s wide in the shoulders and thick in the thighs. He’s the kind of big that’s naturally built all over: training muscles on top of mission muscles on top of an innate bulk.
He’s the kind of big that makes him immovable to most guys.
The kind of big that’s always been -ger than most everyone else—if not by height, than at least by heft.
So when they’re on mission and Ghost spots a grenade before Soap does, and, with no time to warn him, grabs him by the waist and flings him back behind cover, gear and all, Soap’s really not expecting to think much about it, aside from maybe, ‘Oh, shit.’
What he thinks instead is: ‘Oh-hmm.’
And then, in rapid succession: ‘Big.’
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Or, Soap realizes that Ghost is bigger than him. His dick realizes that’s hot.
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29 Jan 2026
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I've No More Kept My Warmth Than Blood Upon the Snow by softer_sin
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
04 Aug 2025
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Ghost pulls the damp keffiyeh down and tips his chin back until his glazed eyes meet his. “Clothes, Sergeant,” he presses, tapping a bracing smack to his cheek and even through his glove, he can feel the chill clinging to his skin. “I need you to focus. Copy?”
Johnny’s jaw chatters in his hand and he almost shakes him as his eyes close a long blink. “C-copy,” he slurs out, voice weak and thready.
It locks Ghost in place for a heartbeat, maybe less; this reduction of the brightest man he knows to this meek, shivering thing. A pup wearing his father’s boots and his mother’s rosary; waterlogged and tangled, dragging him down to the bottom of a fucking lake on Ghost’s watch-
His lip kicks up, baring a snarl at himself, and he strangles it; burying it back in the useless dirt where it belongs.
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- Part 1 of You Must Know Life to See Decay
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28 Jan 2026
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Ghost tipped his glass up, relishing the deepening, disgruntled look on Soap’s face as he pushed his balaclava and took a sip of his drink. He was offering a glimpse of himself from afar knowing how much Johnny hungered for one. Like a piece of fresh meat stored behind glass displays, far away from the mouths of salivating strays; existing solely for torment.
He wasn’t sure why the obsession existed, but it served its purpose for the day.
Ghost pulled the mask down again.
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Soap wants what Ghost wants, that's for sure.
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23 Jan 2026