OfFiddlesandFires
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'A pretty girl brings you a cup of tea and you immediately become suspicious. What’s wrong with you, Harold?'
Nathan Ingram, as remembered by FinchThe Chaos AU stories are mostly casefics involving Team Machine and new Numbers. They are largely canon-based, but contain recurring original characters and locations such as appropriately-name Chaos Café.
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18 Jun 2026
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Laswell tilts her head with a bland smile. “You're here for an exercise.”
John glances toward the window, narrowing an eye at the unfamiliar stonework outside it. “In Toulouse.”
“Yes,” Laswell says, digging now into a different pocket and pulling out an evident passport. “You will need to arrive at the target location by sundown without detection.”
“Detection?” John repeats, glancing between Laswell’s face and the passport with a blink.
“Do you recall Las Almas?” Laswell deflects, firmly, voice determinedly neutral and wearing her most unreadable expression.
John suffers a vague thump of unease beneath his sternum. “Aye.”
“It has been decided that urban navigation is a useful skill to hone and improve on,” Laswell says, gesturing upward with a palm in a spinning motion that seems to be intended to encompass the situation around them. “So as an exercise, we’re doing it in a relatively controlled environment.”
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19 Feb 2026
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Ghost’s pretty well depersonalized—he gave up his name—but at least he knows he likes to fuck men. And not small and feminine and cloying men, but men who look like him. Men who look like the guys in their squadron.
Men who look like Price, frankly.
But with Price, it’s all about finding some birds to hook up with on leave. It’s about settling down with a missus someday.
Sometimes he’s still talking about this nonexistent missus, these imaginary birds, when Ghost is throating his fucking dick.
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17 Feb 2026
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You're pretty sure that the couple next door is keeping someone locked in their basement, but that's Johnny and Simon's business, not yours. You refuse to acknowledge both your suspicions and your growing attraction to them. Unfortunately, your neighbors find it highly entertaining to invite you over to watch you pretend like nothing's wrong.
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07 Feb 2026
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Domestic Tacticals by Stubborn_Capricorn
Fandoms: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019/2022)
19 Oct 2025
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After a bad corridor and a good rescue, Techie discovers medbay tea tastes better when Ghost stops the kettle just before boil. Rain on the windows, labels straightened, “Mrs. Riley” whispered like a joke that turned true—domestic softness sneaks up on them both.The mission ends in stitches and puddings; the night ends in lamplight and slow breaths. Between a label that reads TEA & ME and a skull folded on the desk, Ghost and Techie learn the quiet miracle of being each other’s home. She escapes the medbay; he catches the falling box (and her). Soap brings chaos, Gaz brings contraband, Price brings the nod—and somewhere between rain and warm mugs, Ghost learns that “everything for the missus” feels a lot like peace. Two rooms from a server rack, fear; two inches under a blanket, relief. With rain teaching patience and a label maker naming what matters, Ghost and Techie stitch tenderness into the ordinary. A clean bandage, a crooked smile, a kettle stopped right on time—this is how they fall. Not all at once, but into little domestic rituals: shared tea, quiet breaths, and a house they joke about until it feels real.
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06 Feb 2026