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Ghost knows that the 141 is full of people not strictly human. It's not a big deal. In fact, mostly nobody talks about it. Ghost himself isn't purely human. When Soap told him that he was selkie, Ghost just assumed he meant "part-selkie."
Ghost was wrong. And when he accidentally picks up Soap's coat, he learns the hard way how bad of an assumption that was to make.
A role-reversal blatantly stealing ideas from EvanescentDreamer's "On Your Wavelength" series.
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Nana MacTavish raised all her grandchildren on folktales, regaling John and his sisters with stories of kelpies, wulvers, the bean nighe, and Nessie herself. But John's favorites were about selkies. He's so enamored with the tales that he sees proof of them everywhere. Like the way Ghost is always more at ease near the sea, or how he has a fur coat he keeps in a locked chest. Of course, John knows it's all in his imagination- or is it?
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- Part 1 of On Your Wavelength
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Now that they're married, Simon asks John to come home with him so they can spend leave together.
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- Part 2 of On Your Wavelength
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Johnny sat on the edge of the pier, his legs dangling above the water as he looked down at the seals swimming below, watching as they practically dance around, playing with each other and hunting the occasional crab that dared to pop out from the sand. He scanned the water for one seal in particular, riddled with scars and larger than the others.
Eventually he spotted it, as the seal swam up to him, poking its head out of the water, looking up at him.
"Hello Si," he softly said, extending a hand for Simon to lean into.
Or, the fic about a soft moment between selkie!Ghost and human!Soap
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"Well, if you weren't such a creep staring him down from six tables away, maybe he would have invited you for tea," Kyle said, reaching onto Johnny's plate to take his chocolate biscuit and trade him with the lemon one he'd been given.
"I'm not being a creep," Johnny said, taking the lemon biscuit and ripping open the packaging to bite into the far too dry pastry, his nose crinkling as his mouth went dry from the one bite, "There's just something about him I can't pin down. It's driving me mad trying to figure it out."
"Well, better figure it out before he gets tired of you watching him and fixes the issue," Kyle said, biting into his biscuit, letting the rest of his shepherd's pie sit on his tray untouched.