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i don’t care how far, just wait (dawn) by thejanuscript
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
26 Jun 2026
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“Would you come with me?” Simon asks quietly.
“Where?”
“Back out to sea.”
A sharp needle of pain zips up Johnny’s earlobe at his words. He winces, features pinching, but he doesn’t wrench himself away like he would have done before. Johnny lets Simon hold him, leans into the familiar chill of his fingers, hoping it’ll chase away the throbbing pain.
Johnny laughs through it. “I doubt yer captain would be all that welcomin’ of a siren aboard his Jolly Roger.”
The crease between Simon’s brows smooths out. “But if he was?”
Johnny smiles sadly, watching the way Simon’s eyes glint with that pirate greed. That hunger.
Simon is a fool. A sweet, kindhearted, gentle fool of a man and a shitty excuse for a pirate. The thought makes Johnny’s heart clench painfully in his chest.
“Aye,” Johnny says, meeting Simon’s eyes. “I would.”
OR: The countless times Johnny unknowingly aids a pirate captain, and one time he saves him.
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29 Jun 2026
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Ghost was a werewolf shifter of Task Force 1-4-1, and Johnny MacTavish was the man brought on board to hold his leash.
There were never any bindings placed on him. Never ropes, nor sedatives needed. No shock collars or cattle prods. It was just Soap.
Just Johnny and the way he had Simon, even as a towering monster with gnashing teeth and flexing claws, wrapped around his little finger.
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10 Apr 2026
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Chasing the Rabbit by HigherMagic
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Outlast (Video Games)
23 Sep 2024
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His rabbit is close, so close, Ghost can hear his fast little heartbeat. Feel the air as it moves around him, soft and sweet as a caress. His rabbit is leading him on a fine chase, darting through hallways and rooms like it’s a dance, like an obstacle course of his own design.
Ghost soaks himself in it. In the pound of his heart and the ache in his chest, the thrum of blood in his veins and coating his teeth, his knife, his hands. He closes his eyes for beats at a time, savoring the heady rush of anticipation, soaking his tongue in saliva, every muscle in him primed for the inevitable lunge.
It happens, as so many miracles do, by happenstance. Ghost sees him, his rabbit, sweating and scared and ready, and the thing inside of Ghost that has made itself so at home howls in recognition.
The wolf has found its prey, and it’s time to hunt.
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28 Feb 2026
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John MacTavish is dead.
And Simon Riley doesn't remember how to live without him.Discharged from the military, he takes a bottle of whiskey, a gun, and a photo of his lover to the edge of the gray Scottish sea.
But the sea does not take him. Instead, he is met by a seal, with dark knowing eyes. And everything Simon thought he understood begins to unravel.
Somewhere between mourning and myth, his lover awaits.
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08 Feb 2026
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Growing Accustomed To Sunlight by CaptainStormChaser
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
11 Jan 2026
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John was out too late again. It was all he could do, collecting what little wood there was and peat for burning as the chill began to creep into the long nights. His torch was dull, seeming ineffective against the fog settling over the moors, and the moon was in its dark cycle. He trembled with fatigue, with hunger, but he couldn’t afford to rest. The village needed him. He could scarcely put one foot in front of the other. He could scarcely see a foot in front of him. All he wanted was to lay down, to rest.
I’m here John. The voice tried to comfort him. And I can deliver you.
“Please, God. Help me!”
For a price.
Many generations ago the first Lord MacTavish made a deal with a creature. Now it's come to collect.
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14 Jan 2026
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Simon without his mask is a sight more morbid than Johnny has ever bargained for. He doesn’t mean to dig it so much.
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20 Dec 2025
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No one knows what Soap is.
It is, in theory, a simple question and answer. Ghost, however, knows how difficult that simple back-and-forth can become when information has the power to kill - his identity is a secret for the men he fights beside, for his own safety, for the country he serves. A simple question, what’s your name, is a game of mystique for every vampire when it inevitably comes calling; but vampiric name traditions are well known. No one knows his name, but they all know he’s beholden to it, that any who whisper it will call him home. They know why they don’t know his name.
No one knows what Soap is. And no one knows why.
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14 Dec 2025
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On Your Knees, Pray Along (If You Wanna Last Until Dawn) by HigherMagic for fockenWIMDY
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Dec 2025
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"Alright everyone, we've got this year's batch coming into the cabin now. Ready the fog machines, make some nice creepy glow here. Look alive, people, I am not losing to the Yanks again. Everyone put in their bets? Entry's closing."
"You betting on mermaids again, Jefferson?"
"Hey, it could happen!"
"Fog machines started, cameras all live, queuing up ambient noise."
"Laura, get some mood lighting going."
"Copy that."
"Let's get this show on the road. Lights, camera…action."--
Or, Final Girl Soap, with a twist.
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13 Dec 2025
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How do you tell a dog from an SAS sergeant?
Soap's been trying to think of a punchline, but so far, all he's got is a dog’s gotta shit in the woods and bury it slightly more often than an SAS Sergeant.
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09 Dec 2025
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“Don’t fall for a man, bairn. They’ll steal your pelt and your soul.”
On the storm-bitten coast of Eilead, Scotland, a selkie watches a man who does not belong to the sea and Soap can’t help but be drawn to him. Ghost walks the cliffs like he carries the weight of a life he never chose. And Soap, wild and salt-born, should know better.
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11 Nov 2025
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"All stories come from some'ere. They hold a fraction o' truth. The Ghost may no' be real. But after hearing all the stories, be'er t' air on the side o' caution, aye? So as no' t' get caught unawares by a giant monster in the middle o' the moor."
That made sense. The stories of monsters in the woods, over the moors, or in the lochs may be just to scare children and give the adults something to pass the time. But his father was right, better to assume it is real, and be respectful of it. After all, if there was such a thing as a giant beast covered in fur, that howls in the night and hunts over the land, capable of tearing animals to pieces and leave gouges in hard wood, John imagined it wouldn't appreciate being told it's just a folktale.
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10 Nov 2025
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Ghost isn’t a fool, he knows what a familiar is (knows where babies come from too, if that’ll earn him a gold star). He understands the concept and the execution of it, even dabbled in the magical theory behind it when he was starting out. What he doesn’t know, frustratingly enough, is for what reason under the sun there is one perched merrily in his garden.
Or Ghost comes to terms with the familiar that he didn't want but definitely wanted him.
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08 Nov 2025
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The scent of fire is fresh and brilliant in Ghost's nose. He breathes deep as they come upon the plateau, his eye drawn immediately to the circle of runes that look far too recent for his liking. There is still dust clustered around the corners of them, and footprints within. "What do these say?" he asks, nudging the closest rune.
Price releases Ghost's hand and peers down at it, kneeling to brush some of the loose rock away. "I believe it's a rune for sanctuary," he says, though he sounds unsure. "Protection of some kind."
Ghost frowns. He supposes it's not impossible that the blues who lived here allowed people to carve their markings on their lair, but it seems very, very unlikely. And they are so fresh.
Another light brush of wind blooms more smoke-smell in his lungs. The mouth of a cave greets them, and even from his place Ghost can see the promising glimmer of jewels inside. He finds himself drawn to them, the scent of ash and burned pitch like coming home.
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19 Oct 2025
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Spring / Sun / Winter / Dread by Gummichii for ChimaeraCrew
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
23 Dec 2022
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The problem was that the forest had fallen eerily silent just as he watched a tree trunk move.
All too late, he realized that it was not a tree, but a spindly leg that stretched high into the canopy. It was built of sinuous muscle that flexed with each heavy step. It shook the very earth as he looked high above the trees - and wished that he hadn’t.
He couldn’t even begin to describe what he was looking at. Its bones constantly popped in and out of place, as though the towering creature that kissed the clouds above hadn’t yet decided on the skin it settled itself within. It had a long, hairless snout with lips that peeled all the way back to reveal horselike teeth. Its lower jaw hung perpetually open, and snapped to and fro with each thunderous step it took. Black eyes the color of a starless sky looked out upon the encampment of arms dealers, and Soap could have prayed right then and there were he not so paralyzed in his seat.
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Simon Riley died.
What crawled its way from his grave was less than human as it donned a man's skin in masquerading attire.
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02 Oct 2025
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little wolf in ivy by gothloser (theflyjar) for jinkies_mate
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
08 May 2023
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They remain like that, in that quiet repose, forehead to forehead, until Soap’s heartbeat goes into its most tranquil state. Slows to a sleepy pace, one that his lungs mimic as his breath deepens.
Simon is everywhere. Taking up all of his sight. Being all he can feel. Submerged in him. In all that’s calm and cold, all that reminds him of Ghost.
He slumbers like that, his whimpers dying as rest overtakes him. Ghost pressed to him, blanketing him, wrapping like vines around him.
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01 Oct 2025
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They say that once the sun sets on the village of Keldbrook Cross, something will whisper your name out in the forest. They say that if you get caught out at sunset, strange shapes will peer out at you from between the trees, stalking closer as the night grows darker. They say that if you walk the village streets at night, a tall black figure only known as the Keldbrook Ghost will walk with you.
Paranormal investigator and content creator Soap MacTavish heads to a small village in the English countryside with nothing but a rumor and a love of adventure to guide him. From the start, there's something different about this ghost hunt, and something different about the skull-faced creature that watches him from the shadows.
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23 Sep 2025
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The introduction feels a little bit like Price is introducing a new cat to the household; first he calls the two of them into his office and broaches the subject, carefully but matter of fact.
A new teammate is one thing, but this one is special. Has to be, not just to be part of the SAS, but for Price to pick him from the very short list of candidates for the 141. It helps that the man has a clear advantage over any other. He’s not a man.
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- Part 1 of the devil has my throat - bonus content
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21 Sep 2025
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Something is wrong with Soap. Perhaps not wrong exactly, but off. It hadn’t taken Ghost long to realize it but it became difficult to ignore after he saw the man pluck an acorn from the ground and crunch it between his molars without so much as a wince. Once he started realizing the things that were off about Johnny it became impossible to stop.
It’s an odd thing, Soap thinks, wanting a human. He’s favored humans in the past, and he’s currently quite fond of his Captain and fellow Sergeant. But he hasn’t, till now, wanted any of them. Though his Ghost is certainly a special case.or Soap is a fae in disguise, Ghost is paranoid but correct.
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- Part 4 of Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard!Ghost
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04 Sep 2025
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Bombs, Babies, and Bullets by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
15 Aug 2025
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For a long time, the 141 has been exclusively birds.
This isn’t by design; a lot of those that choose to go spec ops are birds, or particularly well-suited breeds of dogs and cats, the occasional mustelid and, for one particular mission where they’d had to house a foreign unit, a very inconvenient bull. Usually, though, it’s animals that are good in small groups as well as large ones, groups that can form flocks and packs and colonies, respectively.
They are a flock, mismatched and odd though they are, and Ghost has always assumed that, should they welcome a fourth into their unit, for a trial run or otherwise, their prime candidates would be other birds.
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02 Sep 2025
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"I'll be moving on soon. The problem I was here for is dealt with. As my best customer I figured you should know."
A confusing mix of emotions rises in Soap at that, muddies his thoughts like disturbed silt. His nostrils flare as he snorts, lowering his muzzle so the knight cannot see the unhappy twist of his wide mouth. His ears press back. He'll admit keeping himself fed has been a lot easier with the knight's semi-weekly delivery; he hasn't had to hunt, lure, or trick for his meals in ages. But Soap has lived for many, many long years, and knows he will not go hungry.
He's…sad, he realizes. Upset that he will no longer be able to catch a glimpse of this knight, with his golden hair and masked face. He's grown accustomed to it, dare he say looks forward to their routine, even though the knight has only ever spoken to him the last time he was here.
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27 Aug 2025