Hsecs_95
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They were never meant to meet like this. Not in the blood-soaked backstreets of a city no one would dare name, not with a knife between them and bodies cooling nearby. But fate doesn’t ask permission, only leaves wreckage.
Soap’s mission was simple: locate the hunter and bring him in alive. He didn’t expect it to be The Ghost. Didn’t expect the legend to bleed. Didn’t expect to care. Definitely didn’t expect to like it.
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I wear my heart upon my sleeve by Hsecs_95 for NervousAsexual
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Original Work
09 Jan 2023
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The wire between greed and love was thin, and the boundary between them was so light that sometimes he wondered if the border even existed. Maybe he even walked in both territories, maybe it didn't even matter.
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His full lips formed a smile worthy of the most twisted and erotic nightmares, And me? I fed my fantasies with it.
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He’d had Ghost’s voice pouring into his ear for hours, somehow rough and smooth and smoky all at once, like the kind of Scotch he couldn’t really afford. And that voice, combined with the fatigue, the bone deep weariness, was starting to have the same effect as good Scotch on his resolve, on his fucking impulse control
Soap makes bad choices, no one knows when banter crosses the line into flirting, and their comms definitely shouldn't be used like that. Somehow, despite themselves, they make it work.
This is mostly porn, with feelings added for a bit of spice.
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- Part 1 of Familiar
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Every brush with Johnny kept Ghost coming back for more. He was an addict hunting for his next hit. Sometimes it was a pat on the shoulder to signal they were on the move, a fist bump after a good mission. A brush of hands passing a cup of tea across the counter. Nothing that should linger but somehow Johnny stuck to him like a burr.
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Ghost finds himself warming to Soap, unable to stop himself from falling a little more everyday. What do you do when you find something that feels more important than the job you've shaped your life around?
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“So then, where do you go?” Soap had managed to get the words out while in between rounds of sparring, drinking obscene amounts of water in between syllables. When Ghost looked at him like he had grown a third arm – confused, curious, mildly terrified – he clarified. “During mail call?”
Soap could identify almost every single emotion Ghost had, even through the mask and the greasepaint and the faceplate. But the forced neutrality? That wasn’t quite yet decrypted. He could understand the half-hearted shrug Ghost threw him. “Depends,”
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Soap takes Ghost home with him and Ghost becomes a part of the family.
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For a moment, Soap let the silence sink in. Let himself shift his gaze slightly to the side and rest on Ghost’s thick thigh, fat with the softness of his relaxed muscle, lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. He wanted to sweep the tips of his fingers delicately over those hairs, see if they were as downy as they looked. Wanted to see the way Ghost’s muscles would twitch at the sensation, wanted to see if he’d shy away or press into the touch. Wanted to know if he’d like it.
Would probably end up with a knife in his gut, but at this point, Soap thought it was probably worth it. For one touch, it might be worth it.
It's 3:30 in the morning, and Soap and Ghost can't sleep. How will they pass the time.
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In the information age, digital espionage and cyberterrorism form an ever-changing and unfathomable threat. For the 141, this is an area that they often have to outsource. One of Price’s closest allies in this area is Cypher, an rogue analyst and hacker-for-hire. Price owes her more than he can ever repay.
So when Cypher is apparently framed as a breach that has left half a dozen CIA agents and operatives dead, Price knows he has limited time to find her before the CIA themselves do.
But Cypher has been in the wind for nearly 20 years.
So who can Price turn to in order to find a specter?
A ghost.
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Set vaguely between MWII and MWIII.Shameless SUPER SLOW BURN shipfic for Ghost/OFC. It's not going to feel like slow burn, but trust me there's going to be SO MUCH back and forth.
CW: This fic will get DARK. ALL characters depicted are killers and are often driven to immoral actions. There will be depictions of violence, gore, and fictional death, as well as war crimes. Please do not read if any of this upsets you.