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“Fuck—“ there’s a squeeze to his cock, then, a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a lick to his lower lip that makes his jaw go lax. He makes space for Johnny's tongue to explore his mouth, as if he weren’t familiar with every nook and edge of teeth, letting it fill his mouth along with his thumb.
Eventually, Soap draws out his fingers to cup his face, leaving a wet smear of saliva up his jaw. The kiss slows down, the drag of teeth turning occasional and almost tender, a wet glide of lips on lips.
“Simon.” Soap’s knee presses up to nudge his legs open. His mouth is still brushing his, still sharing the same air. “Let me take care of you.”
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Ghost is what the world made of him: an efficient survivor, light on his feet and heavy with his hits, borderline invincible.
Soap wants Simon.
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- Part 3 of The Tangle in the Wire
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Maybe it’s those eyes of his, rich brown and so ridiculously big. They won’t stop staring at him, half lidded even through the kissing. He wanted to see the sad edge they carry disappear, the way it does for a while after every time he and Soap get to fuck.
Maybe he’s had a sip too many, the alcohol making him clumsy and unraveling what little reservations he had left, or the fact that the mask was off because Ghost let him, that makes him drop to his knees.A hand rises up to his neck before he’s even fully on the floor, blindingly fast.
“Johnny.”
And Soap isn’t even surprised.
Because that’s the thing. Ghost is always the one who touches.Series
- Part 2 of The Tangle in the Wire
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It should worry the hell out of him, the way he could stare at the man’s hands as they tore through muscle, broke bone, and crave to have them running through his body, fingernails digging in and still bloody. It has made him become a part of something bigger in the worst possible way, outside of the carefully built system that saves lives and takes them, never for selfish reasons. Because he would kill for that man without an order, against an order, control slipping through his fingers like a weight tied to a rope, burning the bare skin of his palms.
For a few moments, they just sit there, side by side, the only sounds being the distant buzzing of the generator and the trickle of soft rain against the safehouse’s ventilation system.
“Soap.”
“Simon.”
Ghost looks at him. His eyes lack the usual edge, replaced by something Soap might dare to call doubt, that was directed to him in rare, quiet moments.
“Soaking my shirt up won’t dry up yours.”
Or; their car dies out in the middle of nowhere. They make the most of the time they have while waiting for aid.
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- Part 1 of The Tangle in the Wire
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“It’s like… You only get to know half of it.” Her brow is furrowed as she fiddles with the small figurine. “It can’t go that well if you have no clue of what else you’re going to work with.”
“Could show you my half.”
He waits for some kind of comeback, or a half-assed scoff that never comes. Instead, her hands freeze, and her gaze meets his.
“Okay.”
It’s a soft spoken, serious answer that he wasn’t expecting. She was sitting still, observing him in that careful way that always made him want to kiss her on the mouth. Dallas could have sworn time had stopped, if it weren’t for the dust particles dancing in the air like fireflies.
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Estaban de coña. Podría haber jurado que ella estaba de coña. Pero ahora, esperando sentado sobre el taburete con el cuaderno en las manos mientras ella se quita la camisa, no está tan seguro.
Dios, es suave por todas partes.
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Johnny can't tell, his eyes are still squeezed tight, but Ghost stopped looking at the road a sentence or two ago. Instead, he's got his sights set on Soap – Soap who's greener than spring leaves and is much too comfortable taking the piss with his higher-ups. Soap who's stupid yet not, naive but only just, and so headstrong it hurts.
Admittedly, and Simon does not do self-introspection often, he's a little charmed by him.
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Set right after the mission “Alone”. Porn not necessary, but it’s a buy-one-get-one-free deal, so why not.
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- Part 1 of babygirlifying cod men
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29 Jul 2026
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"Oh, so now yer just offerin' to gimme a wank?" Soap's voice is incredulous. Really, he's got every right to be in disbelief; that's exactly what Ghost is offering.
"If you want," Ghost says nonchalantly, as if rather than a handjob from a superior officer, he's just offered Soap the rest of his bag of crisps.
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Ghost and Soap kill some time on a long drive.
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29 Jul 2026
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don't predict your death, 'cause i like you the best by sunshine_patriot
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
14 Jan 2023
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“You’re doing good, Simon,” Soap says idly, switching out the cotton and disinfectant for bandages.
Ghost grunts, shuffling against the hard floor. “By the time you’re done, our exfil will have had time to stop for drinks.”
He raises an exploratory hand to touch the marred skin, but Soap swats it away. He captures the hand in his own offhand, lacing his fingers with his lieutenant’s and squeezing in apology. After a moment, Ghost squeezes back.
“Round of bourbon on you, tonight?” Ghost asks, a sly smile playing at his full lips. His voice is strained from trying to jostle his injury as little as possible, but the familiarity of his deep teasing tone makes Soap’s head cloudy.
“You propositioning me, Ghost?” Soap asks, incredulous laughter bubbling out of his chest.
Ghost gets injured on a mission, so Soap patches him up.
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23 Jul 2026
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Ghost has been hard at work tackling his aversion to touch since the 141 came together. He’d been irate the first time Soap and Gaz tried casually throwing an arm around him. He had felt repulsed, nauseous, scared…
Warm. Comforted.
It took him a few weeks to admit to himself and his therapist that physical touch was a love language he has been severely starved of.
Thankfully it’s a language that his squad is annoyingly fluent in. More often than not he loves being close to his team now.
Only Soap has this strange ability to make him crave more, though.
Featuring Ghost with a PTSD induced temperature regulation issue and Soap, who wants nothing more than to be used as a personal heater.Bookmarked by TwoBranches
13 Jul 2026
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Tomorrow, Soap would force himself to be awake at six. He’d be ready, sitting on the stoop, a cup of coffee in one hand and his rifle in the other.
And when he shot Ghost dead, he’d plant thistle in the viscera he left behind.
Ten years after surviving a gunshot wound to the head, Soap is struggling with the reality of retirement and the abrupt, seemingly unprompted reappearance of his ex-lover and former lieutenant. But healing isn't linear, and sometimes things need to shatter and break before they can be built back up anew.
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09 Jul 2026