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Takes place right after the end of ‘Alone’.
Soap is hurt, Ghost helps patch him up, and neither of them knows how to deal with whatever it is they feel for each other.
Until they figure it out together.
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16 Dec 2024
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Someone hung mistletoe in the rec room. Now Soap has to watch as Ghost gets caught with everyone but him
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- Part 2 of COD Christmas 2024
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16 Dec 2024
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Ghost had never been one to laze about in bed, luxuriating in sleep warmed sheets and the soft breathing of his partner next to him, but Simon sure enjoys indulging. The new aches in his joints, days with no plans but to take their motley pack of rescue dogs out to explore, and all the damn fine time in the world, has led him to become rather lazy.
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Some soft, morning sex for the soul.
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14 Dec 2024
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"MacTavish! Care to share with the rest of the class?" Murphy's voice boomed across the room, freezing Soap in place. Within a second, all eyes in the room focused on him, leaving shame to burn through his entire body.
"Just—tryin' to keep it light," Soap managed a weak laugh at his words, though it ended in a wince as he realized how thick his accent became. His smile faltered as his brain scrambled to find a better reply, or a way out without making a fool of himself, or something—
"Shut up, Soap." Murphy's growl cut through the air like a whip, low and sharp as he bared his alpha fangs. "We're about to go on a mission, now's not the time for your bloody stand-up routine. Keep it professional for once."
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or: an omegaverse spin on the ‘shut up, soap’ trope, where soap has a very, very bad time.
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Poly141 Week Day 6 — Miscommunication
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- Part 6 of Poly141 Week 2024
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13 Dec 2024
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Ghost enters to find the bull already in position, on his elbows and knees, feet spread and shoulders braced for prolonged stillness. He lets out a short, quiet, pleased sound, enough to get the bull’s head tilting towards him, a little bluster of greeting he’s grown used to with this particular animal.
He does a slow circle of the room, inspecting his set out equipment, the restraints, and the positions of the pads beneath the bull’s shins and forearms, as well as the thick black leather collar around his neck. He gives it a quick tug, making sure it’s not too tight, and gets another soft huff in answer.
He tugs on the collar again, checks the nametag hanging in a silver oval from the center. On the back is the farmer’s name, the bull’s farm of origin, and his age and breed. The other side just has the word “Soap” in big letters.
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11 Dec 2024