9 Works in John "Soap" MacTavish is Scared of Dogs
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A shot rang out as Soap snapped his head up, remembering there were more hostiles in the room with him. Relief spread through him as he watched two fall.
Ghost.
“Soap, give me somethingーhow copy?” Ghost pleaded through the mic, torn up with static.
Soap could only cough as he tried to press the button, fingers flicking at it weakly. More men were on him before he could get a word out, grabbing him by his arms and hoisting him to his knees. He felt cold metal hit his head, his vertigo plagued eyes tracing to the pistol that was now pressed against his skin.
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A scouting mission goes wrong, Soap gets ambushed, then gets separated from his team. He has to fight for his survival alone in the wilderness.
NOT ABANDONED - I’m just on summer break I’ll get back to writing when I go back to school dw yall
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When Soap opens his eyes, it’s not to the sharp, sterile white of hospital fluorescents like he’s come to expect after a mission gone wrong.
It’s warm. Soft. Dust dancing lazily in the air above him. The mattress beneath him is firm but unfamiliar. The pillow smells faintly of cigarette smoke and old linen.
Where the fuck—
Pain slams into his skull like a brick. A deep, throbbing ache just behind his eyes that makes him groan low in his throat. It comes paired with the dry pull of dehydration and a strange tightness in his chest that flares every time he tries to move.
Then he hears it.
Breathing.
Close.
Too close.
Slow, uneven—like whoever it is can’t decide if they’re relieved or about to fall apart. The rhythm’s just off enough to trigger every survival instinct he’s got.
Something is wrong.
His eyes snap to the side.
And there, sitting far too near on the edge of the bed, is a shape he knows instantly.
Skull mask. Broad shoulders. Black tactical gear, dusty and worn.
Ghost.
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Or; Ghost kidnaps Soap.
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Her coat was a gentle white, decently long, and so soft to the touch. Her gangly legs and long snout just added to her appeal, she looked so awkward and yet so adorable.
Or, the fic where I give Ghost a silken windhound and let him be soft with her.
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He was aware that, at certain times, things were said and done that did not have to be true; and Simon thought this was one of those times. That, in reality, Johnny had not meant those words because no one in their right mind would consider Simon to be the love of his life.
Mostly narrated from Ghost's point of view, this fanfic is centered on how he gradually accepts that he can have beautiful things in life, be loved, and that not all the good things in his life will be taken out of his hands. That not everything is suffering.
Makarov is not the main villain here ;)
A/N: This is a translation of a fanfic I'm writing in Spanish, so please forgive any spelling mistakes or the misuse of any word.
A/N: Tags updated
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Era consciente de que, en ciertos momentos, se decían y hacían cosas que no tenían por qué ser ciertas; y Simon pensaba que ésta era una de esas veces. Que, en realidad, Johnny no había dicho aquellas palabras en serio porque nadie en su sano juicio consideraría a Simon como el amor de su vida.
Este fanfic, mayormente narrado desde el punto de vista de Ghost, está centrado en cómo va aceptando, poco a poco, que puede tener cosas bonitas en la vida, ser amado y que no todo lo bueno de su vida se le arrancará de las manos. Que no todo es sufrir.
Makarov no es el villano principal ;)
¡Espero que os guste!
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- Part 3 of Walking With A Ghost
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Sleeping Dogs by Angelwingsl3 (Marie_Fanwriter), Cheyll
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Sep 2024
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“Just think about it, alright?”
He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, Simon allowed the silence to return and carded his fingers through his partner’s mohawk like he’d wanted to do earlier. It was soothing, touching him like this. Grounding.
“Alright, Johnny,” he whispered. “I’ll think about it.”
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Ever since Simon retired from the service, his nightmares had been getting the better of him. When Johnny proposes a solution, they both need to overcome their fears to find a way forward, meeting someone new along the way.
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A month before meeting him, Ghost dreams about Johnny. About the bullet in his head. His blood on the floor. And his weight in Ghost’s lap as he tries to find a pulse.
Soap is brash, childish, and mouthy. Ghost has only had him for a day, but if anything happened to him, he would kill everyone in the room and then himself.
Another MW3 fix-it because there can frankly not be too many.
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Warmth filled his chest at the prospect of the future. Once he had thought the job was his life; probably because it actually had been. He had resigned himself to an early, violent death on a battlefield. Recently, he had started accepting the chance at the opposite.
Like the fresh buds on the trees rushing past the car window, Price felt a new start coming with spring.
Soap and Ghost are forced out of retirement when Price goes MIA.
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“That's a dog!” Johnny’s voice was as quiet as a shriek of absolute terror would allow.
“Yes.” Came the answer matter-of-factly, “a puppy. Now keep quiet about this or I will get in trouble.”
The man didn't seem to think that simply telling Johnny to shut up could possibly backfire on him. Usually people were intimidated by his presence, he supposed, but with a couple years of military career, Johnny was not. That didn't mean that he wasn't positively floundering at the dog that had poked its head out of the three quarters unzipped hoodie jacket of the man beside him.“How did you- this-” Soap opened and closed his mouth a few times in a quite passable carp impersonation, “How did ye get this thing through security!”
All that he got in reply was a shrug. And then, after a long pause, finally some words: “Same way I got my guns through security.”
Words that Johnny couldn’t believe got a single second. “Yer fucking what?”
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or: Simon smuggled a puppy on a plane and Johnny is not happy about it
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