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Not for Naught by Thanatopsiturvy for Celestial_Shadow
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
24 May 2026
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John MacTavish has a bit of a problem.
Sure, he has a good life: an attractive mate, a nice house, a solid job. He's an alpha doing everything alphas are expected to do. Except for one thing...
He only enjoys being with other alphas. He needs it. He craves it.
After a year of using a notorious alpha-for-alpha hookup app, John matches with a man who is about to disrupt everything he thought he knew about himself, the world, and what it means to be different.
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25 May 2026
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“Jealous Johnny?”
“Me? Of Gaz? I fuckin’ think not. I’ll have you know that I am also universally adored, and I know I’m your favourite.”
OR: Johnny pesters Simon during a warm day on base.
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25 May 2026
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My Ao3 fanart hub. Will update with a new chapter when I make a new piece. SFW only, but with mature themes, so please mind the tags.
Plan is to vary between angst, fluff, design work, or me just being a fangirl as I explore various facets and flavors of Simon "Ghost" Riley.
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25 May 2026
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He scrolls some more, ignoring the messages popping up. Then he spots a profile. The picture is a mirror selfie taken at the gym, cropped to exclude the guy’s face just like so many others, but Soap is pulled in by the big arms, one covered in a tattoo, and the black nail polish on his fingers. He’s built as hell, clearly more for functionality than aesthetics, and on closer inspection, his torso is littered with scars. It’s the only picture on his profile and none of the fields are filled out with additional information.
Soap bites at his lip, debating.
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23 May 2026
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“Did you know that more than half the bones in your body are in your hands and feet?” Long, gloved fingers curl around a clenched fist, squeezing until there’s a huff of aggravation, tense jaw clenching, nails forced to bite into palm. “I think about that whenever someone says, “I’m gonna break every bone in your body”.”
The gloved hand releases, the shadow moves. He has little use for the finer tools, usually, but the slow-crawling pleasure of having time laps up his spine like a lover’s tongue, makes him fluid, comfortable in this tiny room, rank with sweat and fear. He grabs a hammer. Small, not something designed for construction. Precise.
“I think, ‘Well, that’s ridiculous. It’d be way too much work’.” He forces the hammer into the grip of the fist, so the fingers have no choice but to uncurl, and grabs the pointer and middle with bruising force. Their eyes meet. “But I could break half the bones in your body.”
A snap. A scream.
“Without even breaking a sweat.”
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18 May 2026