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Mommy kink Simon Riley who loves when you grab his face with one hand squishing his cheeks together while you’re riding him, making his lips pout.
“God you’re so fuckin’ cute baby.” You say, hand squishing his cute little face.
Simon whines in response as you roll your hips on him making his eyes go unfocused and half lidded.
“You like when mommy makes you go dumb hm? Tired of bein’ so big and strong all the time aren’t you baby.”
Simon nods his head with a moan. And grips your hips harder.
“Uh uh. Be a good boy and tell me what you want.” You tell him and stop your hips from moving.
“Want- want you to fuck me. Ride me. Please. Please mama.”
“Yeah there you go. See that wasn’t hard.” You praise him, and he throws his head back while you start to ride him again, his cheeks flushing as he cums in you :((
Sorry, had to get that out of my system
ELIZABETH “DOMME” DE DOMANICA
I finally did it!
All of my OC story. Finally!
So I joined a CoD server, or better say, a server of a CoD cosplayer and content creator. Inside said server there is a Ghost cosplayer and he shared some pictures. I will leave the link for his TikTok account cause they deserve the world.
God, the person interacted with me as if we were friends and I had no idea who he was until I checked and he has like 11k followers? I am dead.
Point is, I did art.
This is from a picture they posted inside the server.
You have me in love with sweatshirt ghost, there’s no going back now
Definitely.
Have a sketch of Ghost just waking up.
Had a heart attack drawing this.
I love this art style sm 🫶🫶
i hope nobody has done this yet
The world needs more of these nerds and how soft they are together
You Work too Hard
Alex Keller x Farah Karim
Words: 3k Rating: 18+/Explicit Tags: Slight exhibitionism, canon disabled character, Weaponized use of “yes ma’am”, semi-public sex, condom, Farah is learning a lot about herself, a bit of angst at the end, Price goes dad-mode
Farah is pulling an all-nighter to prepare for her operation with Price tomorrow. Alex thinks she works too hard. She doesn't agree, so he tries to distract her.
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Farah stands before her map on the large table. Captain Price will be here tomorrow for another operation. He called upon her and her men to take down yet another aspiring terrorist that wants her homeland for himself.
Her home is not theirs for the taking. This land is for her people, and she’ll protect it with everything she has.
Everything she has seems like less and less as the years go on.
She owes Price her life, no matter how many times he assures that they are even. Or, that she doesn’t owe him anything. They are in this together. Still, she can’t fail. Every possible path the assailant might run to when he tries to run needs people to guard. Every soldier needs to be adequately armed. She needs to be prepared. She needs to ignore her heavy eyelids.
“Farah,” a disappointed voice calls out.
Alex’s voice startles her. She’s so focused on her map, she didn’t even hear him come in.
“Farah,” he sighs. “Come on.”
“Not now, Alex.” She dismisses him with a wave of her hand.
“Farah, please,” he reiterates. “You need sleep.” She rests her hands on the table and leans forward. He’s right, she knows that, but she can’t fail.
“Alex—” Her words are cut off when she looks at him. He’s wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and drawstring pants that cover most of his prosthetic leg. His puppy dog eyes filled with concern. It's getting harder and harder to say no to him. “Just give me a few more minutes then I’ll go,” she concedes. Alex raises his eyebrows, like he doesn’t believe her.
“Ten minutes,” he says as he crosses his arms.
“Fifteen,” she bargains.
“Deal,” he agrees. Then he slowly steps out and quietly closes the door behind him.
Farah goes back to her map and shuffles around the limited pieces. Price will bring a squad, but there is still so much ground to cover. She focuses on her map and data.
Time passes and hears the door open and close. She doesn’t look up, she knows it’s Alex. His prosthetic gives his steps a unique sound and rhythm.
She knows when he’s walking down the hallway past her room. It’s no surprise when Alex walks up behind her and presses forward until her hips meet the table.
“Alex, I said—”
“It’s been twenty minutes, baby.” She can hear that tone in his voice. He only speaks to her like that in private. He only calls her pet names during intimate moments. She knows exactly what he is doing.
“What about—?”
“Everyone is on watch or fast asleep. You’re the only one burning the midnight oil.” His hands slowly untie her scarf and toss it next to the map. Farah leans back against his chest. He’s never been this bold before and it’s hard to deny she doesn’t enjoy it. “The door is locked too.”
He leans down and starts to kiss the soft skin he just revealed. She leans into it and relishes the feeling of his facial hair. Farah sucks in a breath.
“This is unfair, Alex,” she says softly.
“Oh,” he says with a cheeky grin, “I’m still playing nice. Do you want me to be unfair?” He steps back, grabs her hips to turn her around, and sits her down on the table. “If you like this table so much, we don’t have to leave.”
“Alex,” she sighs softly. She's not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.
“I’m not hearing a ‘no’.” He leans forward and kisses her. Slowly and thoroughly, like he's trying to melt away her concerns. She needs time to adjust to a more relaxed pace and he’s willing to give her everything she needs. She sinks forward, lifts her hands up his back before trying to hold onto him by his shirt.
He has her craving things that she’s never dreamt of. He makes her stomach flip with the mere thought of what he can do. If she goes through with this, how is she supposed to keep a straight face in this room ever again?
Farah grinds against him as he kisses with more ferocity. Teeth nipping at her lips after his tongue swioe across them. He nods his head while kissing her, encouraging her to take what she wants. Her mind was a bit hazy from her lack of sleep, now she’s downright dizzy. She clings to him to feel grounded. He slowly starts rocking himself against her and she shudders.
She groans out of frustration when he steps back, but whines when he cups his hand between her legs. Immediately she bucks up against it. Just a few kisses and she's like putty in his hands.
"Attagirl," he whispers. It sends a shiver down her spine. His fingers poke and tease over her pants. She's wound so tight that the smallest touch is making her whine. She takes initiative and starts undoing her belt. He laughs softly as he unzips her pants and dips his fingers beneath her underwear.
She gasps when his fingers tease her clit. He's barely touched her and she's already this needy. If it was anyone else she'd worry they cast a spell over her.
One of her legs is slotted between his and she feels how hard he is. He rocks against her thigh in time with his nimble fingers.
"So fucking wet for me," he groans. Farah is reduced to whimpers as his fingers just slide inside her. She's almost ashamed at how easy she is with Alex. She has to hide her face against his chest, she’s so embarrassed at his effect on her. One look across the room and her stomach is doing flips when she should be focusing on the mission in front of her.
“Alex,” she whines.
"You want me to fuck you here? On your precious table?" He can't hide the attitude in his voice. He has her hook, line, and sinker.
“Alex, we need—”
He cuts her off with a kiss and holds up a condom between two fingers. She laughs before pulling him back into the kiss. She appreciates that he prepares for everything on and off the battlefield. It also means he planned for this. Has he fantasized about this? Have lustful thoughts whenever she bends over this table to move something.
“Last chance,” he declares. “I can escort you up to your room or—”
She lifts her legs around the back of his thighs and pulls him in closer. He grunts when his hard dick presses against her.
“I don’t want you to play nice.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Without another word, he starts unbuttoning her shirt. He kisses her shoulders as the fabric slides off, hanging off her shoulders. By now, the maps beside her mean nothing.
Farah’s shirt hangs open and Alex slides her pants down to her calves. It's not the most elegant look, but he doesn't care. Every day he gets to touch her is a wonder to him. His plan was just to tease her, coax her into a bed and wear her out so she can get some decent sleep. He's surprised she is willing to go this far.
Alex unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his thighs. His cock is hard and heavy, the thought of doing this here is turning him on more than he'd care to admit.
It's so much better than his fantasies.
Farah looks up at him as she rolls the condom down his shaft. His heart might beat out of his chest. She looks beautiful with her pupils wide with desire and face flush.
Slowly but surely, he becoming a bad influence. Putting all of these terrible, torrid ideas in her head. Even the simple act of teasing her by stroking his cock against her clit is mind blowing. The few men she had been with before just thrust it in.
Most men take. Alex gives. He gives her everything.
She whines and rocks her hips against his dick. Pleading for him to get on with it. She can't wait anymore. When he does thrust inside her it's steady and slow, despite the fact they do not have time. What if someone walked in—?
That thought makes her body tightens around him and he thrusts the rest of his cock inside. Cutting off her thoughts so she doesn't have to reflect on them.
"Fuck, baby," he moans. "So perfect. I could stay like this—"
"Alex," Farah whines, "move." He chuckles.
"Yes, ma'am."
Her face burns hotter every time he says that.
Alex’s hand holds the back of Farah’s head by her hair and presses her face against his chest. It’s an attempt to stifle her sweet sounds.
“One of these days,” he speaks softly, “I’m going to get you all to myself and I’m going to make you beg. Really fucking beg.”
“Alex!” Her voice is sharp, but muffled.
“You want that?” He lets out a laugh. “I would keep you busy for hours, sweet thing.”
Farah moans into his chest. He destroys her when their time is fleeting. What would he be capable of if they really had time? She can barely comprehend it.
“Fuck, you ever been edged?” He asks.
She shakes her head. “What’s that?” He chuckles softly and picks up his rhythm.
“Right when you’re about to cum, I stop,” He lets out a laugh when she whines in response. “Leave you high and dry.” She whines. Why would she want that? “Thing is, the more you do it, the more intense it gets.” His voice gets lower and his thrusts slow down, just to emphasize his point. “Just picture it, me between your legs until you can barely speak.”
Farah's mind races and her stomach flips. Her legs hold him tighter and she clenches around his cock.
“I felt that,” he laughs. “First you’re letting me fuck you on your precious war table. You’re such a filthy girl. Were you always like this?”
She’s never been like this, desperate and depraved. Everything he suggests is more torrid than the last and it all sounds so intoxicating.
“I wasn’t,” she weeps. “Only you do this to me.”
“Only me. I love the sound of that.” He plants his hands on the table either side of her. "My dirty girl. All for me." She reaches around and holds on to his shirt and pulls at his hair. No matter how hard she pulls, it turns him on. He grunts right into her ear and encourages her to pull harder.
What are his limits? How much is he holding back?
"W—what else would you do?" Farah shudders.
"Oh baby," he laughs. He looks down to admire her and is almost predatory. It sends a shiver down her spine. Her shirt is wide open and she knows if she tries to cover herself he’ll stop her. Then he starts to thrust again. "Anything. Everything,” he groans. “I'll make you feel so good. Even if it hurts, it'll feel good in the end."
Her fingers dig into the edge of the table. She can't let go to muffle herself, so she has to bite her lips closed.
"Oh fuck." His thrusts falter as he struggles to breathe. "Pull my hair, mark me up. Do anything. Fuck me if you want."
"W—what?” she's unsure of his misspoke. Instead he pulls her off of him and she gently falls back onto the table. Alex's gaze is practically predatory. She's trapped as he lifts her legs around his hips.
"I can't explain it now." His voice is harsh, it only piqued her curiosity more. "I'll cum if I do." His thrusts are getting harder and messier. She can hear how wet she is. It makes her ears burn.
Could someone hear them from the hall? Why does that idea make her stomach tighten?
“I’m close,” she moans softly. “Please don’t stop—”
“Wouldn’t dream of it," he laughs. "Cum for me, baby."
Farah lets out a moan that's probably a bit too loud, but Alex leans forward and hushes her with a kiss. Eagerly swallowing those sweet cries only he is allowed to hear.
Farah clings to him and he moans against his lips as her body shakes. He whispers confessions against her neck. Taking deep breaths and inhaling the scent of her perfume and whatever oils she uses to give her hair that shine. They are intoxicating.
Sometimes, when he stands next to her in the field, a strong breeze wafts it into his nose. More than once he's swiped the bottle and dabs some on the collar of his shirt. He has to hold himself back. He's in so deep. He wants to be owned by her. He yearns for everyone to know she is his—No. He wants them to know he is hers. He wants to waltz out of her room covered in marks that she made. Have everyone know he's the reason their commander sleeps so well at night.
"Mine," he grunts before he cums so hard he sees stars.
He's utterly foolish. He's in too deep. He can't make himself regret it even if his life depended on it.
********
“Alex, what are you doing?”
“How else are you supposed to get a good night’s rest if I don’t tuck you in?” He smiles.
Farah wakes with a yawn and a good starch. Shes well-rested thanks to Alex. She honestly might still be up if he hadn’t been so persistent.
Blood rushes to her cheeks just thinking about it.
After another long yawn, she looks at the other side of her bed seeing nothing but a slight indent. As per their agreement, Alex went back to his room before morning. It was one of their concessions for this relationship.
That doesn’t make it any easier for her. She can tell Alex feels the same. There is often a sorrowful look in his eyes when he has to leave. Like he’s yearning to stay just a little bit longer.
In fact, he looks more disappointed each time.
She’s dreamed of his half-awake smile and messy hair as light pours through her windows. Fantasized about doting on him or helping him with his prosthetic to get out of bed, even though he insists he can do it himself. She’s wondered if he’d help brush or braid her hair that he’s admitted many times he’s enamored with.
But they can’t.
Their relationship can never be public knowledge. It would put both of them at risk. Alex knows it would be much worse for her than it would be for him. She would be judged for sleeping with an American. Worst, an ex-CIA agent. People in her ranks might even abandon the cause if they think she's just a puppet. Cruel words would be thrown her way and her enemies could use that fact against her.
The most she can get is blurry memories of those tattooed arms wrapped around her as she drifts off to sleep. Those tacky tattoos that she loves to hate.
The world around them is messy and judgmental. It’s so easy for it to all fall away when she looks into those eyes. But, she can’t allow herself to indulge too much. Farah is grateful that Alex understands that. He’s always been supportive, never judging her priorities. He’s accepted he comes second. He will give her everything she needs and take whatever she can part with.
It doesn't make it any easier. He doesn't make it easier when he talks about whisking her away from all of this, even for a brief moment.
She buries her worries deep down as she gets dressed and readies for Captain Price to arrive. Hopefully all of her preparations will impress him.
********
Price figures it out in less than three hours.
He suspected something between them the last time he was here, but it didn’t seem like the case. He thinks he knows Farah well enough, they’ve worked together a bit over the years. But, he knows Alex very well.
Price focuses on how Farah’s hand lingers over Alex’s when he hands her coffee. When Alex hurries to be first one to grab a specific map or move the pieces on the large table. Farah rushing to fix pieces on her map that seemed to have gotten knocked over last night. How Alex insists that Farah takes a seat or gets some water. Then there is that small glint in Farah’s eyes whenever Alex seems to read her mind.
What really gave Alex away was when stood next to Price. A strong breeze made him think Farah was nearby, the air was full of a smell he's always associated with Farah.
Alex reeked of her. Price wasn't sure if it was by mistake or on purpose.
Poor fools are in it deep. Price is amazed that no one else seems to notice. Laswell is going to be upset that she lost the bet. They both knew it was going to happen. She was just wrong about how quickly these two love birds would get it together.
When he gets the chance, Price calls Alex to the side. He slings his arm around the other man’s shoulder and pulls him in close.
Price lowers his voice. “You do anything I wouldn’t approve of and I’ll have your head on a bloody pike.” Alex blinks with confusion as he processes what this threat is even about. Price responded with a grin and an arched brow. Alex's eyes squint with a smile and he tries not to grin too much.
“Never,” he replies. He looks to the side and watches Farah delegate assignments to her people. A commanding presence he is in awe of. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Good lad.” He pats him on the shoulder. Then he squeezes a bit too hard for comfort. “Because, if I had to, they wouldn’t be able to find the rest of your body.”
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My COD roman empire without fail is watches. I feel like I'm the only person who cares so much about everyone's watches but I don't care, I spend too much time thinking about it. It's one of those character design things that I love. Let me explain
Gaz is the only character we see that wears his watch with the face on the inside of his left wrist. The watch on the left means that he is right-handed. Wearing a watch on the inside of the wrist is relatively common for military personnel because it keeps the watch face from hitting the sun so there's no glint, and it allows you to see the time while holding a gun so it's not shocking that he chooses to wear his like this. Gaz is the only character we see do this though, which is particularly interesting in a team such as the 141 who often deals with counterterrorism and places themselves in low-profile situations. In the game we also never see Gaz covering the position of a sniper, he's always the one in the field. Out of the four of them it would make the most sense for Gaz to be someone who wears his watch on the outside since he is able to move his hands relatively freely in the field so he could easily turn his wrist if he wanted the time, but he doesn't. He makes the choice to wear his watch on the inside.
Price and Soap both wear theirs on the outside of their left wrists. Again, right-handed. Soap follows the same logic as my argument about why Gaz could wear his watch on the outside but he also has the added bonus of doing demolitions work. When working on explosives it's more likely that Soap would be looking at the back of his hands than the palms which would place his watch face in his view. Out of everyone, Soap's watch placement actually makes the most sense.
Again, following the same logic as Gaz but opposite this time because Price is more often than not providing cover as a sniper, which would make the most sense for him to wear his watch on the inside, but, again, he doesn't. Also as the team's captain of all people, he should know the time at all times so that he is able to coordinate things with his team but he has to flip his wrist (taking his hand off his gun) to know the time.
Ghost, I think is the most interesting because he actually wears his watch on the outside of his right wrist. Based on just the position of it I would say that he's left-handed but nothing else about him presents that way. His pistol is holstered on his right leg and when we see him holding one he carries it in his right hand. When he has a larger gun he also holds it right-handed (that is right hand on the trigger) he doesn't present as someone who is left-handed. It's possible that he is ambidextrous and simply shoots as a right-handed person would but we don't get any more evidence of that. Ghost's watch placement actually makes the least sense when you consider that he's usually a sniper, because while Price has to rotate his wrist to see the time there's no way that Ghost can tell time as a sniper because there's no way he's taking his right hand off the trigger to turn his wrist to tell the time. So either he's switching his shooting hand which doesn't make any sense or he simply cannot tell time which also doesn't make sense. There is possibly a backstory reason for why he wears his watch like that but if there is I don't know it and I would really like to because it genuinely bothers me so much.
Farah doesn't wear a watch at all which you would think- similar to Price- as a leader, it would be important for her to know the time but it's not a case of inconvenience she literally has no way of telling the time unless she has some sort of pocket watch or something on her person. She would have to ask someone else, likely Alex (who does wear a watch, outside of the left wrist in case you're wondering because of course I had to check) for the time if she wanted to know.
As far as I am aware we don't see Laswell wearing a watch. It could be that she doesn't wear one or just that we don't see it because almost every time we see her we either don't see her wrist because of the camera shot or she's wearing something that covers her wrist. I can't imagine that someone like Laswell wouldn't know the time at any given moment of the day so I'm just going to assume that she has one and we can't see it. I'm also going to assume that she would wear it on the outside of her left wrist as I believe that she's right handed based on the way we see her pick things up and how she carries her gun. I'm saying likely the outside as well because we often see Laswell on a computer or working on some paperwork which would place the back of her hand upward (same argument I made with Soap) so it would make more sense for her watch to face outside. Laswell is also the most civilian of all of them so she is more likely to follow civilian customs like wearing your watch on the outside.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk please ask me to talk about it more because I will
Watching Squid Games: The Challenge with my dad this morning and like what if I wrote a COD Squid Games AU
…I mean angst is my specialty and that has a lot of potential for angst
MW3 Spoilers!
When Soap dies Ghost lifts the dog tags from his body with more care than he's taken to do anything. They're looped around his neck beside his own. There's no need for them to stay with Johnny's body, there are people to identify him. The people who love him are the ones to file the paperwork. Lieutenant Simon Riley is supposed to sign the death certificate. He never does.
The metal of Soap's feels unnaturally colder than his own, the weight heavier. His body knows he wears two pairs. His mind knows the addition of the second ripped something crucial from his already fractured soul.
When Ghost dies he does so alone. His team isn't there to collect his remains, they aren't there to give him a small but never the less sad funeral, they aren't even there to file the paperwork. They didn't abandon him, he ran away. It's not that they don't love him, it's that they knew he needed the space.
When the men come to collect his body, to record the death, to make him just another number sacrificed in the endless war for peace they find two identities wrapped around his neck. Names pressed to his chest like the locket of a lover.
RILEY SIMON, J. 2073357 O POS ATHEIST MACTAVISH JOHN, J. 2073521 O NEG CATHOLIC
They thought there must have been some sort of mistake, a mix-up in the paperwork somewhere because there was an unknown soldier in the field wearing the identities of two men who had died years ago. Simon Riley, from what they could find went MIA after his team was betrayed well over a decade ago and was declared KIA years later when they couldn't recover him. John MacTavish's tag was newer, shinier than the other, but supposedly he'd been shot years ago. That's what they could find anyway.
No one could account for the body rotting away in the morgue unidentified and unnamed. No one knew him apparently, not even the team he was with.
Laswell finds out a month later, she'd been keeping silent tabs on him until he disappeared. She calls Price as soon as she knows, holding back tears the same way she did with Soap. "He has a grave," she says quietly. They visit with Gaz the day after.
Price laughs when he sees the gravestone. Then he cries.
The other two join him.
They stare at the engraving. Something that should have could have been real if only things had worked out differently. If they'd been a little faster, prepared a little bit more, if Price had let Soap pull that trigger all those years ago. But even though it didn't everything still led to this moment, the three of them at this grave the same way they would've been if things had changed back then. The hilarity of it was heartbreaking.
They'd combined them for the records. Created an identity for a soldier that never existed to mark the resting place of one who died carrying two dead men with him.
In death, Ghost is content, for the first time ever, with the identity his name provides him with.
Simon J. MacTavish Soldier, Lover
Price is the last to leave. He does so with a smile and another glace at the stone, "congrats boys," he says to no one in particular, "wish I could've been there to see it."
Just adding to this that I’ve got a few shorter ghoap ones that are just a little (kind of a lot?) heartbreaking that are sitting in there that I might just release here instead of putting them on ao3 cause that feels like less commitment
Also for you podcast bitches I’ve been cooking up a kepcobi one for over a year now that very well may be the most soul shattering thing I’ve ever written and I hope that one day I’m happy enough with the finished product to show it to people
Sometimes I stare at all the drafted fics in my drive and think wow I should really do something with this but then I remember that I have unfinished fics that are released to the public and then I keep working on these drafts and hurting my own feelings anyway
Ghoap but Ghost is one of those 50s housewives who doesn’t want her husband to know that she has to put make up on so he waits until Soap falls asleep every night to take his grease paint off and then wakes up really early to reapply it before Soap wakes up
Redamancy chapter 5 baby! I am literally about to pass out because I am so tired after finishing the editing for this but live laugh love ig. Goodnight homeslizzels <3
Redamancy Summary: When Ghost is placed on medical leave and two months later, one Soap MacTavish shows up at his door. Despite their multiple years of being best friends, Soap doesn't know much about what Ghost is like outside of work and uses this maybe not-so-spontaneous visit to find out more. Ghost finds out more too, about Soap and himself. And Ghost has a dog now. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51840280/chapters/131069419
Oh my god, Mykel can release chapters at a decent rate and not go months between uploading!?
Redamancy 6 is out now - Soap's POV of their conversation from chapter 5 and what he does after
Redamancy Summary: When Ghost is placed on medical leave and two months later, one Soap MacTavish shows up at his door. Despite their multiple years of being best friends, Soap doesn't know much about what Ghost is like outside of work and uses this maybe not-so-spontaneous visit to find out more. Ghost finds out more too, about Soap and himself. And Ghost has a dog now. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51840280/chapters/131069419
Redamancy 7 babes! (I’m editing this because I can’t believe I forgot to mention that this is the one where Ghost like the relatable king he is vents his life’s problems to his dog)
Redamancy Summary: When Ghost is placed on medical leave and two months later, one Soap MacTavish shows up at his door. Despite their multiple years of being best friends, Soap doesn't know much about what Ghost is like outside of work and uses this maybe not-so-spontaneous visit to find out more. Ghost finds out more too, about Soap and himself. And Ghost has a dog now. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51840280/chapters/131069419
***Editing cause I can’t believe I forgot to mention my other Jacobi fic I have running where he keeps waking up in alternate universes but somehow they always revolve around Warren Kepler and I lowkey love it
I wish I was kidding when I say these three have been in my drive for over a year and I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do anything with them yet
Little more about your options:
1. Actually a personal fave because you know I love sad and this one is actually sad af. Jacobi attempts to build a life after the Hephaestus and everything he does keeps coming back to his lost team (particularly Kepler, he’s got a very fucked up messy relationship with Warren Kepler that he still doesn’t understand even after Kepler is dead)
2. The premise of this one was mostly Soap works for Shepherd before Price and is ordered to kill Graves and take his place as Shadow Company’s leader and take out the 141 so that there’s no loose ends. Don’t worry he doesn’t like doing it and I would say this one actually isn’t too bad on my angst scale
3. What can I say, I think about them way too much. I’ve literally created full lore for these funky little guys we saw in the books like twice and essentially it follows them from just before the timeline of The Raven Boys to after The Dream Thieves (I can’t say how far because it’s not done but I have little snippets of things they’re up to up until the fall after the Fourth of July). Anyway I love them and I think my little made up lore is cool
4. Idk bro, make a suggestion I guess, you all know what I do at this point I think or if you don’t you could probably make an educated guess based off the other three - I’ve been thinking of starting something either AFTG (again..) or maybe doing a marauders fic
Last chapter! Last chapter! Last chapter!
Metanoia (yes I do know the name of my own fic ...now and I definitely did not put the wrong name when I first made this post and also in my ao3 chapter) chapter 1 should be up later tonight so you get to look forward to that too
Redamancy Summary: When Ghost is placed on medical leave and two months later, one Soap MacTavish shows up at his door. Despite their multiple years of being best friends, Soap doesn't know much about what Ghost is like outside of work and uses this maybe not-so-spontaneous visit to find out more. Ghost finds out more too, about Soap and himself. And Ghost has a dog now. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51840280/chapters/131069419
My child! The angst I've waited for the entire time I've been writing Redamancy!
Enjoy this while you can because the angst starts in the next chapter
Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given.
Metanoia 2 time! Get ready for the next chapter cause that's when shit starts to get real sad
Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53278909/chapters/134831704
I'm just now realizing I'm releasing this on Valentine's Day so happy Valentine's Day! Here's some sad!
(Technically it's February 15th for me at this point but it's only two am and any time before I go to sleep is still the same day to me so it's still Valentine's Day)
Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53278909/chapters/134831704