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I am not made for war. I am not made for him.
This prison was built for one. Every new soul cast down here gets their own cell. Their own mind will create a new prison. No two souls are meant to meet here.
I must find him. He is weakened. I can sense it. I must see him before he gains full power.
I have found him. He is broken. Defeated. He is so small here. I couldn't leave him to be devoured by the lesser demons. Maybe if he learns of my help, he would spare me.
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The Architect is one of the most intelligent demons. He is also one of the demons who was betrayed by his own kind. He faces the Destroyer, the Beast, the one all Hell fears. He hides, but the Destroyer doesn't seem to want to destroy him.
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It’s a tradition, he said to himself. It’s transactional. They want you to make a royal baby and fuck off. He considered declining, of course. They just wanted to use his body, but what of it? He was using their resources, accepting food, housing, weapons, transport, all of which aided him in the fight against the forces of hell, so it’s only fair that they requested something from him - just a couple of minutes of his time. And he was relieving these needs himself, regardless, his body was still just human, no matter the training and years of fighting demons.
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The Outlander is thrown in the midst of Sentinels and their traditions at the beginning of their war with demons. He accepts the 'enemy of my enemy' principle, and gradually comes to terms with becoming a Sentinel, maybe even accepting the strings attached to it.
A love story of two people who were made for fight and war, but not for love.
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Soap took a deep breath to try to steady his nerves, "Ah, are you conscious or unconscious?"
"Let's say unconscious, new arrival so no sensory or sleep deprivation as of yet. What is the first step?" He hadn't moved, arms crossed against his chest and eyes not giving away a damn thing.
"Securement." He was confident in that answer at least.
"Alright, Soap. Secure me." With that, Ghost stood his full height, dropping his arms at his sides.
Fuck. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. It felt incredibly wrong to stand here and imagine how he would tie up his superior.
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Soap is forced into a simulated interrogation with his Lieutenant and the information he learns about him isn't what he expected.
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14 Jul 2026
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Ghost invites Soap to his Manchester flat while they’re both on leave.
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08 Jul 2026
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In theory, it’s an easy plan of action: Soap heals with Ghost by his side and life goes back to the way it was before. Effortless and efficient, just like how they’ve always handled tough missions.
But with a newly broken brain, pent-up feelings, and a possible medical discharge looming on the horizon, everything is often easier said than done.
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Ghost and Soap take their time moving too fast, and Ghost learns to accept what he already knows. Fifteen thousand words of domestic porn.
(Part Two of the Familiar series, which starts with Familiar as a Bottle and a Glass)
Ghost was helpless against his own smile. His hands itched to grab at Soap, itched to pull him in, he wanted to bury his face in the crook of Soap’s neck and breathe in all the deep, sleep-warm scents of him, wanted to throw him up against the wall, wanted to rip him apart from the inside out, find a place in his body and make a home there, break him into a million pieces and patch him back together using himself as the glue.
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And we'll make death proud to take us by Literal_Satan
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
29 Dec 2025
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Ghost reluctantly agrees to join Soap in Glasgow for the holidays. Haunted by his past, he tries to remember how to act like a human being again.
He's a better weapon than he is a person; but for some mind-boggling reason, Soap doesn't seem to mind.
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06 Sep 2025
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Christmas fluff into a lot of action (ghost on the run) into service dog (no smut)
“This is my favourite song," Soap's swallowed, feeling a little dizzy. "How'd ye know this was my favourite song?”
Ghost didn’t stop playing, but looked up. “It came on at a pub one time”, he said, voice gravelly and low. “You were proper hammered at that point, but you turned to me and said ‘this’s me favourite song’,” he copied Soap’s accent with a hint of mockery, but his eyes were soft.
It was at that point Soap finally realised that he was properly, hopelessly, balls deep in love.