Lines of Fire
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Gaz laughed, leaning in closer. “Mate… you really think Ghost wouldn’t be happy to… help you sort yourself out? His favourite sergeant?
Soap blinked at him, mouth half open. “Ghost? Are you daft? He doesn’t show interest in anyone. Man’s practically a machine.”
Gaz gave Soap a smirk he couldn’t quite decipher. “Oh, Christ… You think Ghost’s a closed book. But me? I reckon that man’s a bloody novella of filth. And that book is dedicated to one John MacTavish”
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Soap is curious about some things, Gaz is happy to help him explore and Ghost? He’s not thrilled about it.Series
- Part 1 of Lines of Fire
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Price was the kind of CO men would follow into fire. Soap had looked up to him for years. Still did. But since the locker room…
It had lodged in his brain like shrapnel.
“Didn’t peg you for the type to go for him.”
In one sentence, Price had revealed something, an assumption, a consideration. That he’d thought about it. About him. About who Soap might be looking at.
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- Part 2 of Lines of Fire
- Part 1 of Chain of Command
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“Johnny…” he warned, voice low, “not a good idea.”
Soap gave a lopsided grin. “Why not?”
Price set the bolt carrier aside with deliberate care. “Because there’s still sand in my boots, and blood under my nails, and a certain Lieutenant two rooms away who’d break the door down if he thought I so much as looked at you the wrong way.”
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Three soldiers, one safe house, a whole cache of sexual tension and a distinct lack of air conditioning. What could possibly go wrong?Series
- Part 3 of Lines of Fire
- Part 2 of Chain of Command
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“So what I’m hearing is… I’ll be gone from here soon. You will be likewise.” Kay’s voice was soft but threaded with intent, each word careful. He hummed, like weighing the implications. “And I’m going to take a wild guess that neither of us used our real names.”
Soap gave a soft huff of amusement. “Bold of you to assume I’ve got anythin’ to hide.”
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A one-night stand with a mouthy Londoner was meant to be the perfect distraction before Soap’s next posting, until “Kay” turned out to be Sergeant Kyle Garrick.Series
- Part 4 of Lines of Fire
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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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“Alex Keller,” he offered. “Here for a stretch. Training liaison.”
Soap blinked. The name hit. The grin slipped, reformed, edged with something closer to disbelief. “You’re Alex.”
Alex only lifted a shoulder. “Last I checked.”
The sergeant scrubbed a hand through his damp hair. “Bloody hell. Price’ll have kittens. You’re next door?”
Alex let the corner of his mouth twitch. “Looks that way.”
For the first time, Soap looked faintly unsettled. Not in any real way, but the smile sat too tight, the ease just slightly off. “Well. Hope you’re a sound sleeper, mate. Walls are thin.”
So that was Soap. He was just as the reports and Price suggested. And rattled, maybe, by nothing more than the man next door.
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Alex Keller gets a temporary posting, finds himself neighbour to Soap, and is pulled into the orbit of the 141. A Threshold sequel.Series
- Part 6 of Lines of Fire
- Part 2 of Orbit
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“Christ,” Soap muttered. “Feels like a bloody shoebox.”
Ghost’s shoulders moved in what might’ve been a shrug. “Better than a tent.”
“Aye, well when you put it like that,” Soap conceded with an eye roll. He dumped his gear by the other bed and sat down, the springs creaking loud in the confined space. “Thought they’d at least separate us by rank.”
“They’re short on rooms.” Ghost’s voice was flat, matter-of-fact. “We’ll manage.”
Soap nodded, but the unease lingered. They were used to having space, each with their own private corner of the barracks. Sleeping near Ghost wasn’t new, but that had always been under fire, adrenaline running hot enough to drown out any stray thoughts.
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Soap and Ghost are forced to share a room on a different base, what could possibly go wrong?Series
- Part 7 of Lines of Fire