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SCP-141-07
Item #: 141-07
Object Class: Thaumiel
Description: Discovered by SAS Captain [DATA REDACTED], entity 141-07 is a void mass of unknown origin and purpose. The entity is classed 'Thaumiel' due to its ability to destroy, eat, or absorb dangerous objects and entities unable to be otherwise contained with existing Foundation resources.
The entity has accepted the name 'Ghost', and responds favorably to male pronouns, though most appearances of Ghost defy categorical gender designation. Most often a black cat (141-07a), Ghost has formed a companionable relationship with Captain [DATA REDACTED], and his assigned handlers, Sergeants [DATA REDACTED] and [DATA REDACTED]. -
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Price smiles, and reaches out to pet though the thick ruff of fur between Ghost's powerful shoulders. "Tomorrow," he promises, "you can feast."
Ghost's reptilian tongue flicks out, once. "And the day after?"
"Soon, Simon, I swear," Price tells him. "Once I have the throne, you will have all the attentive audiences and fresh meat you can stand."
Neither Soap nor Gaz know how Ghost came to be in Price's service. It is one of those things that defies an origin story - where Price was, there was Ghost. Where Price went, Ghost followed. Whatever magic binds them goes deeper than skin, than bone.
And in all the time Price has known him, Ghost's hunger is endless. His devotion, tireless.
Soap and Gaz slumber on, unaware, as Ghost lifts his reptilian head and licks, delicately, over Price's lips. "You'll have your throne," he whispers, rough and ardent, breathless when Price tilts his head and kisses one of his large, exposed fangs.
"Rest, love," Price commands, and Ghost obediently lowers his heads, and closes his eyes.
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It takes a substantial amount of control for Price to swallow back his fire and not simply light the room and everyone in it up in flames. His fingers flex where his hands are folded behind his back, an itch along his wrists and between his shoulders as he fights to keep his human shape. The upper brass are oh-so-willing to cozy up to monsters in the military until it comes time to show them anything monstrous.
Still, he knows his eyes have a golden sheen, and fire glows in his mouth when he says, "You're not taking my men away from me. Respectfully."
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- Part 2 of Ides of March Giveaways
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With a Greedy, Possessive Bite by HigherMagic for Sunday_Cat_9669
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
16 May 2026
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"That's the fifth big sigh you've done in the last few minutes," Gaz notes, idly kicking his feet as the waves lap up to his ankles. "What's going on?"
Soap sighs again. He's not…sad, not really. He's not even bored; he's gotten used to having to entertain himself and sitting by the ocean, listening to her song, can keep him calm for hours at a time. He has no idea why he feels so restless.
Except, maybe… "Simon's gonna hafta sleep again soon," he murmurs, idly drawing swirling patterns into the sand. "Guess Ah'm no' lookin' forward to it."
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- Part 5 of The Selkie's Second Husband
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This Life Looks Good On You by HigherMagic for Kassiopeia26
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
14 Apr 2026
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"I want to mate with you, Johnny," he confesses. "Properly."
He can feel, beneath his hand, the curl of Soap's smile. "Ye already are," he soothes, nuzzling close.
"No, I mean… Permanently. Properly." Soap tilts his head. "Ordered a proper treatment plan, been seein' a civvy consultant. I want to really settle into it. Change, so I can be yours. If you let me."
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- Part 1 of Ides of March Giveaways
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A collection of longer threads moved from twitter. Each chapter will be a thread and the chapter notes will have applicable warnings/tags.
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They'd planned this scene only recently. In a moment of weakness, Ghost had voiced those tiny, mournful thoughts in this head - the plaintive wish that Soap had been the only person to ever touch him, that Ghost had been virginal and innocent when it came to how two bodies could fit together.
A single, somewhat sly comment; "Do ye want tae wait until the weddin' night, darlin'? First time together as man and wife?"
Ghost's blush had given him away.
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"Ye sure yer ready for this?" His voice is rough, rumbling; the quality of it evolved to raise hairs on the back of any mammal's neck. MacTavish makes a habit out of being intimidating, every move, look, noise primed to remind everyone in the room that he's capable of slaughtering them all.
Riley rolls his eyes, snorts behind his mask. "Like you'd stop if I changed my mind."
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Any 'normal' person would be aghast at the idea of a beta having not one, but four mates. It's unheard of - a beta might find themselves as part of a triad, filling in the rough edges of an Alpha-Omega pair, a steady foundation onto which their more riotous instincts might find comfort and safety, but two sets? Impossible, most would say.
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This man has taken time from many. But Soap can see, through his fiery vision, that there is another tether. It stretches beyond the horizon, further West, to where the sun is yawning its mouth wide and getting ready to settle. It stretches towards his Carnivale.
The man falls to his knees, gasping, lungs shuddering and ribs flinching. His bare face is pale with bloodloss, his hands tremble and his eyes turn dull. He is dying; Soap can see the shape of the man's skull like a mask.
Soap kneels down and cups his face, makes the man look at him. He can tell it's difficult, can see the swift-approaching mounted rider that the Earth has called Death. The man can see Death, too. It makes his eyes roll wildly, showing their whites.
"Don't," he rasps, in an accent that does not belong here, coughing around the dirt in his throat. "Don't, please. I need more time, I just need more time."
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There are worse things than sirens in the sea.
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Some days are good days. Days where Ghost can just…ignore it. Ignore the fact that the men he loves and trusts more than anything in the world are, at best, his because their sense of duty and obligation brought them here.
There are days where Ghost can ignore the truth. Days where he doesn’t feel like some ever-ticking countdown on a bomb, a thing that needs to be continually fucked into something useful.
Today is not one of those days.
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The grass thins as he comes upon a path, drier due to the proud heads of the tall, stern trees, which bow across the path to shield it from the rain. They rustle at him in greeting and Ghost pets his hand across their bark-lined faces as he passes, smiling when they shiver under his touch. Everything is so alive here, vibrant and gorgeous, utterly peaceful.
A family of critters - raccoons and foxes and a solitary doe - crosses the path in front of him. Ghost pauses to let them pass, lifts his hand in greeting when they chitter and bow their heads to him, aware and respectful of his status in this wild, beautiful land.
All things under their King's dominion recognize and adore him, for since he arrived, the forest has flourished.
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Ghost can tell Soap's worn down, antsy. As well as Soap knows him, he knows his husband to the bone. Knows how to read the tic in Soap's jaw when he's stressed, the near-permanent crease between his brows, the nervous fluttering of his hands and his obsessive search for distraction.
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Soap's file paints him as aggressive, reactive - he imagines it's been a surprise for his Captain and fellow Sergeant to see him so easily brought to heel under Ghost's boot.
But he can't help himself - it's primal, pure instinct, that makes him want to follow Ghost wherever he leads. Having someone push him to be his best self, be firm and clear with his orders, make sure Soap knows his place and doesn't put a toe out of line.
He never knew how much he craved a strong, guiding hand, until it was attached to the wolf currently sitting at his side, staring at him.
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- Part 5 of 2026 Monsterfucker Week
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Ghost has no idea what he did for his body to take such zealous action against him - normally he's extremely meticulous about doing his physical therapy and stretches; he has enough old wounds and aches that they can flare up at any moment, so he tries to minimize it as much as possible.
But he did something to his neck, or his shoulders, and his whole upper body has been bothering him for days, no matter how many painkillers he takes or how he tries to stretch and soothe the aches away himself.
He knows Soap has noticed - Soap notices everything about him.
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Ghost has been looking forward to this for months.
It happens so rarely, when he and Soap can escape to the countryside and meet up with their friends at the pony club.
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"'Bout time we got another reptile in here," Gaz says brightly. "Maybe now Cap'll finally invest in some proper heaters."
Soap chuckles, smoke leaking from his nostrils when he grins. "Ah'm plenty warm," he teases, drawing Gaz under his wing, the snake wriggling happily, his round pupils shining as his cheeks flush pink. He rests his chin on Soap's shoulder with a tiny hiss, content to curl around him and soak up the heat of Soap's fire.
"Ghost is out on a mission," Price tells him. "You'll only get to meet him when it's basically wheels-up, unfortunately. He's, ah, a bit of a prickly sort, but impress him and you won't have any problems."
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The world has gone to Hell, and Soap couldn't be happier about it.
Given his relatively isolated homestead, it had taken a while before he even heard of the first outbreak. It was billed as a drug trip gone wrong, a bunch of people high on bath salts eating people's faces in Florida. Then Georgia. Then up through the rest of the United States. Bodies rose from the morgues, groaning and shuffling, devouring any living thing in their path. Hospitals in India, Africa, Australia, South America. London, eventually; the outbreak spreading, the dead walking the Earth and feasting on the flesh of the living.
And Soap, admittedly, is having a grand old time.
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- Part 4 of 2026 Monsterfucker Week
- Part 2 of Martyr
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Sometimes, Ghost really, really hates his job.
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- Part 3 of 2026 Monsterfucker Week