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Recaída: A relapse into something like sickness, addiction, or temptation.
Ghost turns around and Soap barely waits for the door to click shut before he’s dumping his weapon and helmet and falling to his knees before Ghost.
The armory is deserted — they’d arrived back at base at that special liminal time where late night blended into too early morning — but while it might have been empty, it was by no means private, and this was being bloody stupid about it.
“Johnny,” Ghost hisses, “fuck, get up.”
“Just this once, Lt,” Soap murmurs as he nuzzles into Ghost’s crotch, breathes in deep, and moans. He fumbles at Ghost’s belt. "Just one more time."
Ghost knows he should stop him, should pull Soap up and remind him of all he has to lose if they get caught, remind him that just one more time is exactly what he’d said last time as well—
He doesn’t stop him.
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21 May 2026
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Jack squints at the guy’s pre-printed name tag, the edges of the sticker starting to peel away from his shirt, and adds, “Want some shitty conference wine too, Michael?” and proffers the bottle.
The guy takes the cigarette with practiced ease. He pulls a face, almost pouting around it, lips where Jack’s were a few moments ago, then says in a deeply relieved voice around a stream of smoke, “It's Robby, please, they just don’t let you change the name once you’ve signed up, and hell yeah.”
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17 Apr 2026
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Whenever Ghost has a particularly bad day, he tends to make it everyone else's problem. Good thing Captain MacTavish is here to help get him out of his own head and remind him of his place.
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“You’re goin’ down fast.”
“No shit,” Soap starts working his vest off, the weight of it too much on his overstimulated skin. “Reactionary heat’s are a bitch. Gonna be droolin’ and beggin’ for cock in about an hour, I reckon.”
“Christ, Johnny.” The truck doesn’t swerve but there’s a definite jerk and Ghost glares over at him. “Kiss your mum with that mouth?”
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“The smell,” Ghost clarifies through clenched teeth. “It’s not the car. It’s me.”
Soap is silent. Ghost flicks a quick look his way. It’s mostly confusion on Soap’s face, though what looks like a smile threatens to crack through, like this could possibly be one of Ghost’s stupid jokes.
“But it smells like omega,” Soap says, “and you’re—”
“Not a fucking alpha, MacTavish,” Ghost spits.
Another look Soap’s way. His eyes are wide, mouth slack in surprise.
“Oh.”
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- Part 1 of Death of Peace of Mind
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