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Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.
You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.
In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.
After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.
‘1337.’
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14 Jul 2026
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You are Metkayina, born to the sea and bound by expectation.
When the Sully family arrives, change comes quietly through shared silences, unasked questions, and a boy who watches more than he speaks.Bookmarked by tinniemon
15 Jan 2026
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that man's a dog;
stories connected only by the dog motif (and tbh sometimes it’s barely there) and varying degrees of cohabitation
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26 Feb 2025
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(don't you know) that death is a very stable job by pricetagged (sewerwitchlove)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
11 Dec 2024
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Poor little Dormouse, with her cruel father and labourer's hands. You find an unexpected guard dog in one of the passing Knights.
Medieval/Fantasy Knight! Simon AU.Bookmarked by tinniemon
14 Dec 2024
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Simon Riley is not a man who cares about his own health. In fact, his wellbeing never has, and never will be a priority to him. He has work to do—gruelling, gritty, gruesome work. It is beyond pointless wasting time even thinking about when he last had more than 3 hours sleep, or how long it’s been since he consumed anything other than cold military rations. In his defence, he’s never really had a reason to give a shit. He sees the hourglass whenever he allows himself to close his eyes; watches the sand slip rapidly through the cracks, counting down until his inevitable, most likely painful death. He’s living life on a timer, and he’s never had a reason to change that.
Until he met you.
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07 May 2024