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Getting shot in the head should have killed Soap. Technically, it did. But Ghost got his heart beating again.
A year of recovery, and he’s finally back where he belongs: with Task Force 141.
Back with Ghost.
He shouldn’t think about Ghost the way he does. Shouldn’t imagine those hands on him. Shouldn’t wonder about the man behind the mask. And he definitely shouldn’t want him with the kind of hunger that has no place between teammates.
But wanting has never cared much for should.
So now he’s back in the middle of chasing Makarov, trying to keep his head straight while everything in him keeps turning toward Ghost.
Duty’s one thing. Desire’s another.
And coming back from the dead has a way of making a man honest about both.
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After being shot Johnny wakes from a coma to catastrophe.
The world has fallen in on itself and undead roam the streets. The only clue to his salvation lies in a scribbled note across his sketchbook.
Birmingham.
And so Johnny sets out, across this strange new world, with nothing but hope. Hope, and a desperate longing to find the Ghost that haunts his faded memories.
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02 Jun 2026
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life-changing lovedlovedloved this
really nice depth and world-building in the au/canon-iiish divergence while still maintaining the identity of the characters
really awesomely done apocalyptic setting. absolutely fucking sick 🤟 and sickening. #willbethinkingaboutthisficforawhile
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It’s been four months since Soap found out exactly how bad stims affect him. Four months since the 141 had the worst scare of their life, thanks to a miscommunication of epic proportions.
Four months, and Soap is finally, finally getting his personal space back. (Sort of. Not really. He doesn’t mind all that much.)
Four months, and Simmons is casually talking to him in the mess hall after training with the rooks, mentioning something about their old TO coming back to base, when Price, Ghost, and Gaz all freeze up.
Which is a little weird, because— well, for two reasons. One, because that’s just a weird reaction for the 141 to have in general. and two, because—
—because Soap doesn’t remember ever having this guy as his training officer.
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- Part 2 of Smoke Screen
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28 May 2026
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could hardly put this down love the 141 as a viciously protective family
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There’s a teddy in Soap’s bed; a beaten-up, old brown bear. Well-loved, if the state of the fur is any indication. Ghost lets out a choked laugh, mostly at his own expense. He wishes he was there, suddenly, wishes he was by Johnny’s side as he walked through the doorway and realised that his childhood room was waiting for him like a time capsule. Wishes he got to see the embarrassed scrunch of his face, the way the tips of his ears would flush red.
Soap has a whole second life, outside of the SAS. He’s got a mother, and a poorly-decorated bedroom, and a bear. All Ghost has is a flat that will be the same it is today as it will be the day he dies, like he was never even here at all.
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01 May 2026
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the comfort was worth all the hurt ten times over. made a grown man cry
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Ghost, under threat of another psychological evaluation from both his CO and therapist, has been forced to partake in a penpal programme with another soldier in order to "practise empathy" and "re-establish human connection." He hates it until he doesn't.
MacTavish willingly volunteers for the SAS's new penpal programme because what the hell, it could be fun. And when his penpal ends up being adorably emotionally constipated, well, that certainly doesn't hurt.
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30 Apr 2026
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holy shit feels like I just read some freaking classic literature in the best way possible, like it was so good society will never forget about it, like people will reference it with the expectation everyone within earshot knows exactly which book they're talking about. ugh this was glorious