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SCP-141-07
Item #: 141-07
Object Class: Thaumiel
Description: Discovered by SAS Captain [DATA REDACTED], entity 141-07 is a void mass of unknown origin and purpose. The entity is classed 'Thaumiel' due to its ability to destroy, eat, or absorb dangerous objects and entities unable to be otherwise contained with existing Foundation resources.
The entity has accepted the name 'Ghost', and responds favorably to male pronouns, though most appearances of Ghost defy categorical gender designation. Most often a black cat (141-07a), Ghost has formed a companionable relationship with Captain [DATA REDACTED], and his assigned handlers, Sergeants [DATA REDACTED] and [DATA REDACTED].Bookmarked by MM_simp
23 Jun 2026
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ABSOLUTELY*KRAKEN*MYM'FINGHOG by fockenWIMDY, Monsterlice, toomanybats for Soapedghost
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Dec 2025
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Of course there's always the muscle and the beautiful eyes and the every other tiny thing that has kept Ghost strung along in the last year and a half since Soap first walked up and demanded to be allowed to try for the 141. That's a part of it, Ghost knows. The drive, the determination to be the best without even taking into account his natural advantages when shifted into…whatever it is he becomes. Soap has always been cagey about that. But Ghost has always been attracted to competence, and this insolent, insubordinate little shit is also probably the single most competent soldier Ghost has ever had the good luck to work with.
And then there's the fact Soap is a hybrid. A damned powerful one at that.
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The predator in him can't deny the inherent thrill of having prey so close; the satisfaction of remaining undetected is a high he'll never get sick of. Though he's strictly human, Ghost is stealthier by far than any other Soap has met. It's probably why he's so pathetically infatuated with the man. He mentally shakes himself, returning to the mission at hand as he and Ghost both watch the men beneath them until they enter a door and are out of sight.
Then they move.
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23 Jun 2026
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OMEGA
Soap’s eyes zeroed in on the word – God, he felt like a thirsting man who had just seen water. He hadn’t met an omega since he moved to SAS from basic; it was uncommon for an omega to make it to the special forces, not because of some inherent inferiority but because of the prejudices of the alphas in charge at the top levels. Soap watched as Ghost pulled the mag from his rifle and checked it before reloading it, all the while the word that represented all of Soap’s hopes and dreams stretched across his shoulders.
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17 Jun 2026
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“Out,” Ghost snarled – too harsh, he knew, but he didn’t care in the moment.
“I’m- I’m so sorry, fuck-”
“Out, get the fuck out,” he snapped again, jabbing a finger in the direction of the door for emphasis.
John only hesitated for another second, his face turning red and obviously mortified, before he seemed to hunch in on himself and scurry towards the door.
He let himself out without another word, leaving Ghost in blissful silence again – finally.
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Ghost moves into a new space of his own to set up his tattoo parlor, and things... don't go as planned.
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15 Jun 2026
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Don't feed the wildlife and certainly don't try to make friends with it, the rules say. Yet here MacTavish is, trying to get closer to the gorgeous creature hiding in the sea.
A creature that is staring right back at him, and seems just as curious about MacTavish in turn.
or: big mers with big cocks? no! small mers with proportionally small cunts!
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04 Jun 2026