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Ghost helps Soap get drunk, then helps himself.
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11 Oct 2025
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Price and Simon have had an arrangement for a long while, one that has turned into stronger feelings. The addition of a certain sergeant intrroduces new feelings and the dynamic is sure to shift.
(This will be a two parter for Price Week. Chapter one is day 4 and chapter two is day 5)
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- Part 4 of Price Appreciation Week 2025
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23 Aug 2025
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Morning coffee with Price. Evening food runs with Gaz. Ghost at night. Like clockwork. Like… they’d planned it.
“You’re takin’ shifts,” Soap said, staring.
Price didn’t look up. “Aye.”
“You—what?”
“Making sure you’re following orders.” He flicked the paper to a new page, as if this was the most mundane admission in the world. “And that you’ve got what you need.”
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Post-mission downtime turns into a slow unravelling of boundaries, as Soap recovers from a busted knee, and fails to keep his mouth shut. Or: the Poly141 fic I've been promising (re: threatening)Series
- Part 5 of Lines of Fire
- Part 1 of Orbit
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20 Aug 2025
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“Nice to meet you, too, sunshine,” he gritted, watching his bared teeth in the window’s reflection. “I’m John.”
“I know,” the radio drawled. “Over and out.”
Soap looked down at the walkie, incredulous. He spurred into movement, pushing up from his chair and circling the room to look out the windows. Sure enough, some odd klicks away from his was another tower, a tall, ominous shadow in the cresting night.
Daft bastard.
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In which Soap finds solace in the expanse of nature in hopes to outrun the looming shadow of his past—the smooth timbre of his supervisor’s voice is an added bonus.
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23 Jul 2025
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Soap was, dully, aware of some other sensation in his throat. Hyper-aware of sudden tension in Ghost's body, how he locked up above him, how his knuckles ground together around his wrist with it, the growl tapering off. Soap was suddenly worried, concerned, about to ask when.. when he realized he was fucking purring.
Purring. At having his ass kicked. By Ghost.
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17 Jul 2025