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“Aren’t you gonna tell me all about the Mississippi river?” Eddie asks, his voice thick with warmth, almost tender.
Buck narrows his eyes. “Do you wanna hear facts about the river?”
“Buck, if you have things to say, I want to hear them.”
The sun doesn’t break through the clouds, but it’s like the sky brightens, for just a moment, burnishing highlights in Eddie’s hair and finding new flecks of color in his eyes. Buck feels heat travel down the back of his neck.
or: Two firefighters. Two thousand miles. One realization they probably should’ve had a long time ago.
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“I’m not complaining, I promise. I just think maybe—maybe there are some solutions we haven’t considered yet.”
Robby makes a face, a familiar expression that means he already knows what Dennis is thinking and he’s not a fan. “Really? I’m not that old.”
“I know!” Dennis winces as his voice goes a pitch too high. “I know you’re not, I didn’t mean—it’s not like that. Lots of people need a little pharmacological help, and it’s not like we’d use it all the time. It just might be, like, useful to have around. For times like this.”
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Robby tries Viagra. It works a little too well.
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15 Mar 2026
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Soap isn't used to fantasizing about someone with nearly a foot of height over him and girthier biceps than his own. He finds himself wondering what it would feel like to confront that wire-crossing pit in his stomach that makes him feel both inadequate around his lieutenant—and wholly, undeniably turned the fuck on.
So he channels that energy into SAS-approved homoeroticism-as-a-punchline flirting over comms. And Ghost flirts back, on occasion.
But Soap would never actually try anything.
Not really.
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It’s the PTMC holiday party and something is wrong with Dennis Whitaker.
Abbot and Robby wanted to take care of him anyway, but they didn’t know it was this bad.
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01 Mar 2026
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“It’s not like it was illegal or anything!” Dennis says with a huff. “When I was twenty I had, like, a little sort of fling with one of my professors. He was in his sixties, although you couldn’t tell just by looking at him.”
“Your professor?”
“Cool it with the judgmental tone,” Dennis warns, narrowing his gaze at Robby. “Or did you forget that you’re my boss?”
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In which Robby learns that Dennis has a series of middle-aged exes. He handles it as sanely as you would expect.