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After four years of total silence, Paddy Mayne has sent Eoin a seven second video of a twelve-inch Christmas tree dancing in a shop window and a message that says, Is this cursed do we think?
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31 Dec 2025
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Read this at random, CANNOT WAIT for the rest!
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The Shield and the Shadow by a_platypus, Martuzzio, TrashBard
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
29 Mar 2026
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Ghost knows he's destined to spend the rest of his life going through the motions of being the sharp, shadowy knife those in power use to backstab one another. He's made peace with it. He's a professional. His newest contract, at least, seems promising. Taking down the head of the Royal Guard? A welcome challenge.
Sir John "Soap" MacTavish is far too busy to be fucking around in the frozen arse-end of Anfēowern. He's got an entire team of knights to direct, a king and a prince who are hell bent on making his life as difficult as possible, and an incoming visit from the king of a neighbouring country that will surely plunge his next few months into complete chaos. He’d love a day off. Fuck, he’d love five minutes off.
Fate must have a dark sense of humour, because Ghost and Soap are about to collide.
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- Part 1 of The Shield and the Shadow
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Ghost, under threat of another psychological evaluation from both his CO and therapist, has been forced to partake in a penpal programme with another soldier in order to "practise empathy" and "re-establish human connection." He hates it until he doesn't.
MacTavish willingly volunteers for the SAS's new penpal programme because what the hell, it could be fun. And when his penpal ends up being adorably emotionally constipated, well, that certainly doesn't hurt.
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29 Jun 2025
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Ghost lets himself be pulled up slightly, his hand just as steady on Soap's thigh. "That what you need, Johnny?" he asks, licking his lips behind the balaclava. Soap’s eyes drop to his mouth, flick back up. "You wanna draw blood? Be in control?"
"Lt–" Soap starts, lips parted on a rough exhale. A plea or a warning, Ghost can't tell. He's too focused on the way Soap's pupils dilate, and the way the edge of the knife digs into the fabric at his throat.
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When Graves rears his head not ten days after Las Almas Ghost starts questioning Soap's loyalty, and with it whatever's left of his own sanity.
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“Aye sir, but ye’ll have to buy me dinner first.” Gaz groans and covers his eyes, edging closer to Price, no doubt to inform him about the impending murder of their demolitions expert. Soap pumps his eyebrows for added effect while simultaneously trying to catalogue the best escape routes from the vicinity.
Ghost though. Ghost stills, blinks once, twice, always so thoughtful and says “Just the one dinner, Johnny? Had no idea you were so easy.”
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- Part 1 of Fingers entwined
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04 Apr 2025