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Shitty Knight takes a post-graduation road trip. Four friends, six thousand miles, two tents, several embarrassing photos, a giant rabbit, three cops, and a bear.
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28 Sep 2025
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“What are you thinking about?” Tony asks.
Steve knows that Tony expects him to say something mundane or boring. Propelled by the perpetual urge to throw Tony off-balance, Steve tells him the truth: “I’m thinking about sex.”
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12 Sep 2025
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Tony gets three dates to win over a skeptical Steve. Three, no more and no less.
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09 Sep 2025
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The walk back to the clearing where they’d pitched their tent was quiet. Soap was unsure why; he had done well. Their mark was unconscious in a puddle of his own filth, hexed to forget the night entirely, and a lead had been pried from his now-skinless jaws. It had been a good hunt.
“They teach you that in the King's Guard?”
The non sequitur startled him. He should have obfuscated the truth: that his violence was an instinct he carried since before he could walk. That it was the thing that most starkly othered him amongst his order, even more than his tusks, or his naivete. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. “No,” Soap said. “They tried to beat it out of me.”
Ghost's eyes were warm, after Soap spoke. Warm as tinder on coals, when a fire is young and new. “They would have ruined you.”
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27 Jun 2025
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“Why are you hovering?” Soap snaps at Gaz one particularly bad evening.
Gaz shrugs at him sadly, pityingly, “Because he asked me to.” Soap doesn’t know what the fuck that’s supposed to mean but he knows he doesn’t like it.
On Sunday Price summons them both into his office and delivers the only news he can: Ghost isn't dead yet. Not yet. The words echo around Soap’s head like gunfire. He’s lost men before, lost friends and officers before, it's part of the job. He doesn’t know why this time is affecting him so deeply. 'You do know.' His mind screams at him. 'You know why you can’t bear to lose him.'
Soap takes long pulls from the bourbon bottle that night hoping for a dreamless sleep, instead for the next seven hours he pictures nut brown eyes and white bone.
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05 Jun 2025