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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
Bookmarked by alliumfluff
06 Jul 2026
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”Ye'll learn," Soap murmurs, a while after Ghost assumed he'd fallen asleep. He lifts his head to meet Soap's eyes. "We both will, aye? Got some new tricks in ye, old dog?"
Ghost huffs a weak, exhausted laugh. More a sigh than anything else. "For you, Johnny?" He kisses the back of Soap's hand. "Anythin'."
”Simon," he calls, sweet and rough, offering his hand. Ghost goes to him, slides into bed at his side, puts his cheek into Soap's palm like a loving hound. Soap smiles, toothy and off-kilter, lashes low. "Hi."
"Hi," Ghost replies, grinning, stupid, giddy. "How's it feel, bein' home?"
"Been home every minute Ah'm with ye," Soap replies, smiling wider when Ghost blushes.
[weeps] ;w; <3 /pos
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They call them lows.
He guesses it’s supposed to be polite, less clinical. It doesn’t carry the same bite as “episode”; doesn’t sound so recursive. So inevitable. It’s not a state he necessarily has to find himself in again. It’s just a rough patch. A temporary setback.
Ghost’s been in a low for so long, he doesn’t remember what it’s like to feel alive.
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- Part 1 of You Found Me
- Part 17 of soft’s twt threads
Bookmarked by alliumfluff
27 Jun 2026
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John’s eyes dart behind him and for a second, Ghost thinks he’ll ignore him and head for gen pop anyway, that seeing Sanderson with his own eyes matters more than getting clean. He can’t tell him it doesn’t, can’t stack his priorities, but…
Ghost’s missed him.
He didn’t know he knew how to do that anymore.
Even though he’s been at John’s side the whole time, he hadn’t been able to reach him. He was too angry, too righteous, blind and deaf to everything that wasn’t Sanderson’s injustice. It’s not the first time someone’s stared straight through him but… something about being intangible to John made his lungs feel sticky, like breathing through a wet cloth.
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i don’t care how far, just wait (dawn) by thejanuscript
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
26 Jun 2026
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“Would you come with me?” Simon asks quietly.
“Where?”
“Back out to sea.”
A sharp needle of pain zips up Johnny’s earlobe at his words. He winces, features pinching, but he doesn’t wrench himself away like he would have done before. Johnny lets Simon hold him, leans into the familiar chill of his fingers, hoping it’ll chase away the throbbing pain.
Johnny laughs through it. “I doubt yer captain would be all that welcomin’ of a siren aboard his Jolly Roger.”
The crease between Simon’s brows smooths out. “But if he was?”
Johnny smiles sadly, watching the way Simon’s eyes glint with that pirate greed. That hunger.
Simon is a fool. A sweet, kindhearted, gentle fool of a man and a shitty excuse for a pirate. The thought makes Johnny’s heart clench painfully in his chest.
“Aye,” Johnny says, meeting Simon’s eyes. “I would.”
OR: The countless times Johnny unknowingly aids a pirate captain, and one time he saves him.
Bookmarked by alliumfluff
26 Jun 2026
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It’s only once Simon stands before him that Johnny remembers how long it has been since he last saw him.
Johnny stares at him, a little dumbfounded, and says stupidly, “It’s Friday.”
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Simon says, catching his breath. He holds up his hands. “I was a little tied up.”
A million different words stick in Johnny’s throat, but none of them feel suitable.
Despite all the time they’ve been apart—however fucking long it’s been—this feels right. Standing here amidst the chaos, with his eyes focused on Simon and only him, Johnny can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
[loud sobbing] AUUGHH J’s DONE IT AGAIN FOLKS!!! ;w; <3
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This Life Looks Good On You by HigherMagic for Kassiopeia26
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Apr 2026
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"I want to mate with you, Johnny," he confesses. "Properly."
He can feel, beneath his hand, the curl of Soap's smile. "Ye already are," he soothes, nuzzling close.
"No, I mean… Permanently. Properly." Soap tilts his head. "Ordered a proper treatment plan, been seein' a civvy consultant. I want to really settle into it. Change, so I can be yours. If you let me."
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- Part 1 of Ides of March Giveaways
Bookmarked by alliumfluff
22 Jun 2026
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really sweet domestic vibes, full of new beginnings and so much love ;w; <3