toleranza_zero

toleranza_zero



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    "Danny doesn’t know why he hasn’t left, but it’s like his feet have grown roots and he can’t move; he has no idea how long he stares before Cath languidly turns her head and finally sees him. She startles and starts to yell, but cuts it off quickly with a hand to her mouth when she recognizes that it is Danny standing in the doorway. Steve’s head whips to the side as he registers her reaction, and when he spots his partner, his eyes go wide as he moves to sit up and pull the sheet over his visible corruption."

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    05 Jun 2025

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    Затихнув, уткнувшись Джейсу в бок, Виктор шепчет:

    — Расскажи снова. Как раньше.
    — М-м, — сонно тянет Джейс и повторяет заученно: — Мы покинули порт Эдессы, городка на восточном краю Демасии, в начале осени.

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    25 Apr 2025

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    Берлин, 1976 год.

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    22 Feb 2025

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    Был ли он рождён? Носил ли имя? Знал ли это имя хоть кто-то? Звучит ли оно до сих пор или вовсе забыто?

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    02 Feb 2025

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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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    15 Nov 2024