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Modern Warfare 2 Collection by Sweet_as_an_Angel
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Modern Warfare 2, Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2
20 Jun 2024
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A collection of all my MW2 fanfics, headcanons, etc. cross-posted from Tumblr and kept in an easy-to-find place :-)
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Bookmarked by kaamisaa
05 Jun 2026
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Ghost was cursed ever since his king helped him get back to life from his grave. A stench of death, strong and inescapable, renders him unable to find a woman who will be willing to bed him. What will happen when he finally finds a perfect mate?
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- Part 1 of Fantasy/Medieval COD AU
Bookmarked by kaamisaa
04 Jun 2026
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You love all of your boyfriend's aspects, especially one specifically.
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Warning for fluff, fluff, absolute nauseating toothrotting domestic fluff with Simon. Genuinely not a shred of hurt in here.
Bookmarked by kaamisaa
04 Jun 2026
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“Stop.” You hiss through clenched teeth, trying to yank your arm back. “This isn’t funny, John.”
A term you rarely use, booked only for moments when you’re especially furious at him. You don’t know where he got the idea, if his teammates put him up to this or some stupid prank video he saw. But you’re not laughing, not entertained in the slightest.
”Whaddya say to me an’ Ghost sharing yah?”
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Your boyfriend's best friend doesn’t like you, that you’re more than certain of. Soap isn’t so convinced.
Bookmarked by kaamisaa
04 Jun 2026
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You shift finally, try to pull away, arms dropping, a foot raised in preparation to step back. Simon does not move, does not release you. His grip tightens, hands fisting your clothes.
Something inside of you drops, human instinct that knows danger-danger-danger- before you can even name it.
“Simon.” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like, tilted too nervously despite how you’d tried to control it. “What… are you doing here?”
Simon greets you in silence, curled against your smaller form, suffocating your space. He doesn’t answer you, long enough for your heart to begin pounding, long enough for you to wonder if you’d said anything at all or only imagined it.
Finally, he moves, pulling backwards, large, heavy hands drifting upwards to rest against your upper arms. Caging you, chaining you to the floor. “Taking you home.” He mutters, bright blue eyes honed in on yours.
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It had become too much, the radio silence, the fear, the constant unease, the late nights and cold dinners. Never knowing if your lover would return in a casket. So you leave, pack your life in a suitcase and a letter awaiting Simon.
Perhaps you should've discussed that with him first.
Bookmarked by kaamisaa
04 Jun 2026