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    Ghost knows he's destined to spend the rest of his life going through the motions of being the sharp, shadowy knife those in power use to backstab one another. He's made peace with it. He's a professional. His newest contract, at least, seems promising. Taking down the head of the Royal Guard? A welcome challenge.

    Sir John "Soap" MacTavish is far too busy to be fucking around in the frozen arse-end of Anfēowern. He's got an entire team of knights to direct, a king and a prince who are hell bent on making his life as difficult as possible, and an incoming visit from the king of a neighbouring country that will surely plunge his next few months into complete chaos. He’d love a day off. Fuck, he’d love five minutes off.

    Fate must have a dark sense of humour, because Ghost and Soap are about to collide.

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    21 Aug 2025

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    Cannot wait for the rest of this, OMG.

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    Ghost, under threat of another psychological evaluation from both his CO and therapist, has been forced to partake in a penpal programme with another soldier in order to "practise empathy" and "re-establish human connection." He hates it until he doesn't.

    MacTavish willingly volunteers for the SAS's new penpal programme because what the hell, it could be fun. And when his penpal ends up being adorably emotionally constipated, well, that certainly doesn't hurt.

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    29 Jun 2025

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    Ghost lets himself be pulled up slightly, his hand just as steady on Soap's thigh. "That what you need, Johnny?" he asks, licking his lips behind the balaclava. Soap’s eyes drop to his mouth, flick back up. "You wanna draw blood? Be in control?"

    "Lt–" Soap starts, lips parted on a rough exhale. A plea or a warning, Ghost can't tell. He's too focused on the way Soap's pupils dilate, and the way the edge of the knife digs into the fabric at his throat.

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    When Graves rears his head not ten days after Las Almas Ghost starts questioning Soap's loyalty, and with it whatever's left of his own sanity.

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    18 Apr 2025

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    Oh. My. God.

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    “Aye sir, but ye’ll have to buy me dinner first.” Gaz groans and covers his eyes, edging closer to Price, no doubt to inform him about the impending murder of their demolitions expert. Soap pumps his eyebrows for added effect while simultaneously trying to catalogue the best escape routes from the vicinity.

    Ghost though. Ghost stills, blinks once, twice, always so thoughtful and says “Just the one dinner, Johnny? Had no idea you were so easy.”

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    04 Apr 2025

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    Yearning, Ghost realizes, aches even deeper than a bullet wound.

    He’s trained himself not to desire, the same way he’s trained his body to sprint while in full tactical gear, the same way he’s trained his eyes to focus through a sniper scope for hours on end.

    But he’s never wanted someone—anything—like he wants Soap.

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    08 Mar 2025

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    These boys are so stupid