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    “The smell,” Ghost clarifies through clenched teeth. “It’s not the car. It’s me.”

    Soap is silent. Ghost flicks a quick look his way. It’s mostly confusion on Soap’s face, though what looks like a smile threatens to crack through, like this could possibly be one of Ghost’s stupid jokes.

    “But it smells like omega,” Soap says, “and you’re—”

    “Not a fucking alpha, MacTavish,” Ghost spits.

    Another look Soap’s way. His eyes are wide, mouth slack in surprise.

    “Oh.”

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    11 Mar 2026

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    “Not old.” A scar ran down the side of Ghost’s face, perpendicular to the cut of his jawline, and it shifted as he spoke, “Younger than Price.”

    “Really?” Soap’s stool scraped across the floor as he tugged it closer. Far too close for two grown, military sculpted men to be to each other but Soap had had at least two tequila shots even before he’d started on his next drinks, so it felt like nothing at all to be able to smell that Ghost was clean. No blood. No dirt. Clean, washed skin underneath his clothes and mask, “I mean, that wee glance you gave us of your mug back before the raid wasn’t much to go on.”

    “Thought you might have gone rifling through my file.”

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    Or: Ghost and Soap are the last ones left in the bar after the final MW2 mission, knees touching, and Soap can't help himself. Can't stop the little, needling shit that lives in the back of his head and cajoles him into pushing himself into Ghost's vision. 'Just a snog, sir. We don't have to tell.' Except, it's not really that easy, is it?

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    29 Jan 2026

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    “Poor thing,” he croons, patting over his pussy like he’s consoling it, not him and fuck that shouldn’t make him drip; the wet sound echoing in his ears. “Just want attention, don’t ya? Dumb fucks here don’t know what they’ve been given. Should be fuckin’ lined up to put you in your place.”

    Johnny’s skin heats and he can only hope it doesn’t spread far enough down for him to see as he shifts restlessly on the bed. “Big talk fer a man behind a wall,” he spits.

    “Harsh words for a slag flashin’ ‘is cunt,” he shoots back.

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    21 Jan 2026

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    “Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap breathes. “How often does he do this?”

    Gaz turns, then, and meets his eye. “Us, and Price… We’re the only ones who’d live to talk about it,” he says. “It’s a last resort.” He reaches out, then, and puts his hand on Soap’s arm. “Being his handler means being the one to call the shots, Soap. We’re the only bloody things he cares about. Everything else is fodder. If you ever have to make this call, you better be damn sure you don’t care about survivors, because there won’t be any.”

    Price had been so eager to give the order. Imagine holding the nuke in your hands, knowing that you’ll be the only thing to survive its detonation. Imagine being Noah, but with the power to call the Flood whenever he wished.

    Soap shivers, something not altogether kind or good curling around his brainstem at the notion.

    Whether Gaz clocks it or not, he can’t say, but he eventually murmurs, “You’ll need a psych eval after this. We all get one after Ghost smokes out. Even him.”

    Soap frowns. “Why?”

    Gaz shrugs. “You’ll have to ask him. Personally, I think we all like it a bit too much.”

    Soap blushes, and doesn’t have the words for why.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    An audio recording of WhoopsOK’s fic “All Riled Up”

    There’s an ugly voice in the back of Ghost’s mind, his father’s voice, a reminder of every instance in his life that he’s confessed to wanting something only to have it used against him. He wants something, it’s kept away, he wants something, it’s given just so he can watch it be destroyed.

    Soap is not that kind of man, nor is he so easily taken away.

    It still takes Ghost a week—three days of wearing a hole in his floor, two days of travel, two more spent wearing a hole in the floor of a nearby motel room for good measure—before he can make himself approach Soap’s doorstep, honesty clogging his throat.

    Ghost wants to be dismantled.

     

    (Johnny, very lovingly, breaks Simon apart.)

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    19 Jan 2026