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Routine is the basis of life, is it not? A cycle that doesn't revolve in a circle, but an ever-changing ribbon that follows time. Simon Riley had always followed a routine. A quiet peace that comes with the mundanity of a regimen.
Wake up, train, eat, brief, repeat.
Wake up, mission, brief, eat, repeat.
Whatever variation his routine consisted of, it was always the same. Even with the gaps between his order, he was content with his solitude in the quieter moments. He had his brothers in arms, yes, but he never felt the need for more—the need for a warm body in his bed or incessant thoughts clouding his mind of love or desire, or the fickle boundary between the two.
Yet, she threatened to uproot it all.
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02 Jun 2026
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Freshly graduated Dr. Aranell Doll, an Appalachian archaeology PhD candidate, is struck by lightning while testing a gaming rig at a Chicago Gaming convention. She awakens shivering in a Russian airbase in Kazakhstan, bewildered, thrust straight into the 'Cliffhanger' mission from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.
She's in the world of COD:MW, 9 years in the past, just 6 days before the countdown to World War III begins.
Despite some interesting skills, she's just an academic who wrote her dissertation on the very game she's now in. She knows everything: Price rotting in Petropavlovsk gulag. Shepherd plans to betray TF141. Makarov’s massacre at Zakhaev International Airport. And Soap will die.
Yet her arrival has splintered the timeline. The two COD:MW storylines are merging. As the timelines change, bonds form. Soap, the charming Scottish captain, wins her over with humor and passion. Ghost, once Shepherd’s unwavering shadow, questions everything when Aranell tests his loyalty. Price, hollowed by 3 years in the gulag, begins to see her not as a tool but as an anchor. What develops is not a simple romance but a connection between four wounded souls seeking solace as the world teeters on the edge.
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31 May 2026
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Little Luna by TheFireInHerEyes
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Call of Duty, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III
18 May 2026
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*I’m in the process of posting from my Tumblr to AO3, and from my AO3 to my tumblr*
Werewolves are real, and they are out for blood. At least that is the root of the legends and myths, fairytales laced with nothing but warnings to children not to go into the woods at night — or else they’ll disappear and never be seen again.
To appease the creatures that lay within the cursed forest, single human males & female are offered up to the creatures. In a yearly hunt where the men and women are sent into the forest to never be seen again, this festival/sacrifice guarantees that the majority of the villages will remain untouched.
Unbeknownst to the villages, the hunt is where the werewolves find their mate(s) and take humans as their own. These human mates will provide them with heirs, pups to extend their lineage. With the (un)luck of the draw, your name is cast into the yearly hunt as a sacrifice, a victim of the beasts that run wild on the other side of the barrier.
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29 May 2026
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Price smiles, and reaches out to pet though the thick ruff of fur between Ghost's powerful shoulders. "Tomorrow," he promises, "you can feast."
Ghost's reptilian tongue flicks out, once. "And the day after?"
"Soon, Simon, I swear," Price tells him. "Once I have the throne, you will have all the attentive audiences and fresh meat you can stand."
Neither Soap nor Gaz know how Ghost came to be in Price's service. It is one of those things that defies an origin story - where Price was, there was Ghost. Where Price went, Ghost followed. Whatever magic binds them goes deeper than skin, than bone.
And in all the time Price has known him, Ghost's hunger is endless. His devotion, tireless.
Soap and Gaz slumber on, unaware, as Ghost lifts his reptilian head and licks, delicately, over Price's lips. "You'll have your throne," he whispers, rough and ardent, breathless when Price tilts his head and kisses one of his large, exposed fangs.
"Rest, love," Price commands, and Ghost obediently lowers his heads, and closes his eyes.
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24 May 2026
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Soap's file paints him as aggressive, reactive - he imagines it's been a surprise for his Captain and fellow Sergeant to see him so easily brought to heel under Ghost's boot.
But he can't help himself - it's primal, pure instinct, that makes him want to follow Ghost wherever he leads. Having someone push him to be his best self, be firm and clear with his orders, make sure Soap knows his place and doesn't put a toe out of line.
He never knew how much he craved a strong, guiding hand, until it was attached to the wolf currently sitting at his side, staring at him.
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19 May 2026