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Soap is doing his best to earn his keep in the 141. It's left him exhausted and his team has noticed. They intend to do something about it.
Or: the fic where Soap gets passed around between the rest of the 141 and is enjoying himself very much.
Filling the "The 141 having a good time." prompt for the Pass That Blorbo 2k25 Challenge
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15 Jul 2026
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Handfuls of Seconds by HigherMagic for Multifanfandomgirl
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
05 Jul 2026
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The last two hours pass strangely. Fifteen minutes feels like nothing, but a single second takes forever. Ghost doesn't watch the clock for the sake of his own sanity, but he can hear its obnoxious ticking. Tick tick tock, like the seconds it took to ice Makarov and then throw himself at Soap's side, try to stem the bleeding, try to hold the pieces of his skull together. Tick tock, the handfuls of seconds it took to disarm the bomb and get medical to them. Tick tock, tick tock - the assembly of all those monitors, tubes and wires like Soap was a machine on the brink of self-destruction, a second bomb waiting to explode. The too-slow rise and fall of his chest, the manic-fast surge of his heartbeat. The long, long hours waiting to see if he'd even be able to be stabilized, rushed to surgery, the endless pacing outside of the ICU doors waiting, waiting, waiting…
Tick tock.
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- Part 3 of Ides of March Giveaways
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05 Jul 2026
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The creature's eyes rake down him, emotion impossible to discern. "Oh, look at you," it says softly. "Hodrian, were you?"
Roach doesn't know. He's certainly never seen a creature like this one before - it must come from a planet much farther away.
"If you say so," he replies, pleased that this language at least can be understood. "And what are you, stranger?"
"Human," the creature replies. "And uninfested. I'd like to remain that way."
"Of course," Roach says, fidgeting with his host's hands. "This host was dead when I found it."
The creature tilts its head. Then, it turns back to stare into the bowels of its ship, raises its voice; "Soap, come out. Found you a friend."
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- Part 2 of Skitter
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03 Jul 2026
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Some Shelter From The Weather by Cheyll for Monsterlice
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
04 Jul 2026
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"I don't want your fucking pity," Ghost spits.
"It's not pity, it's empathy," John growls, straightening up instinctively, his heart hammering in his chest at the familiar surge of anger flaring up. He won't give him the validation of lashing out in his face. He leans to the side and flicks the switch of the lamp next to the couch. Ghost hisses and squints his eyes when the sudden light hits his face unexpectedly.
"What do you want, then?", he continues with a controlled calm to his voice, "Changed your mind? I can help you building your connection with your pelt again, you know that."
Ghost stays silent, his eyes flaring with anger and frustration while he stares John down viciously. He hasn't left the room yet, though. John might still have an angle, then.
"We wouldn't do it too fast. We can stop anytime," John pleads, "You can trust me. It's all under your control, Simon."
OR: Ghost struggles to reconnect with his selkie pelt and Price tries to help him. A deepdive on PostRoba PriceGhost hurt/comfort with a selkie twist!
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