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Military Parades. Everyone hates them. Instead of doing something useful and productive, you need to dress up and march in front of staring crowds. Nobody cares if it’s so hot the road is melting or so cold your eyes are freezing over. However, there might be a silver lining to this one: Johnny fucking MacTavish proudly displaying his Scottish heritage.
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- Part 19 of Ghost/Soap Kinktober 2023
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13 Jul 2026
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Soap knows how to test patience. He knows how to really pick someone apart through every level of frustration, whatever the encounter.
It’s made him extremely useful when it means getting under the enemy’s skin. It’s a skill he’s able to hone in the interrogation room, one he can manage whenever he wants someone to snap, to get downright sloppy.
But Ghost. Ghost had patience.
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09 Jul 2026
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Randy would let Benson do it. He would beg for it if Benson told him to- Beg Benson to shoot him. Fuck. He would beg him for a bullet, if Benson wanted him to.
Randy gets off with Benson's gun in his mouth.
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- Part 3 of The Passenger PWP Fics
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03 Jul 2026
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Soap's wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs—standard issue, thin with too many washes, clinging damp to his hips and thighs. The waistband is twisted slightly, like he'd stripped off the rest of his gear in a half-daze and collapsed into bed without bothering to fix it.
The fabric is soaked through at the front now, stretched tight where his cock presses upwards, twitching as the rhythm of his dream grips him. A shiver runs down his leg, his heel sliding down along the mattress, hips giving another subtle rut into the sheets. The motion pushes the briefs down a fraction, the elastic dragging over his hipbone.
Another grind, slower this time, and the waistband dips lower. Not intentional, not aware, but eager.
Ghost's pulse kicks up.
He shifts closer, crouched now beside the bed, one hand braced on the frame. His other hand hovers above Soap’s thigh, fingers flexing. He tells himself he’s just watching. Just waiting.
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Or; Ghost fucks Soap in his sleep.
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24 May 2026
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There’s a teddy in Soap’s bed; a beaten-up, old brown bear. Well-loved, if the state of the fur is any indication. Ghost lets out a choked laugh, mostly at his own expense. He wishes he was there, suddenly, wishes he was by Johnny’s side as he walked through the doorway and realised that his childhood room was waiting for him like a time capsule. Wishes he got to see the embarrassed scrunch of his face, the way the tips of his ears would flush red.
Soap has a whole second life, outside of the SAS. He’s got a mother, and a poorly-decorated bedroom, and a bear. All Ghost has is a flat that will be the same it is today as it will be the day he dies, like he was never even here at all.
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07 May 2026