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"Namjoon hates assignments like this, but it can’t be helped. Him and Yoongi are two of the top detectives in their district and they're a partner pair with one alpha and one omega, making them uniquely equipped to tackle undercover assignments like this one.
But every time Namjoon has to walk Yoongi into some seedy club dressed up and smelling like the perfect omega bait he can barely hold back his own alpha instincts to protect and claim him."
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Two golden eyes raised above the mountain of slime, glaring at Johnny from behind the faded human skull-like bone plate that was just barely visible beneath the inky coating of his outer layer. The diagram Zenith had sent him was accurate, in that regard. The size of him, too, was fairly accurate—though Ghost was definitely bigger in person. He was so large and spread out across the full surface of the table, Johnny wondered exactly what his full height might be, or if he’d grown since his ‘height’ was last noted in his medical chart. He was bigger than Johnny, that much was obvious.
Johnny dared to take another step closer, and Ghost hissed, but didn’t take those golden eyes off of him. He was mesmerizing. Beautiful.
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Bookmarked by Squeaky-Clean-Specter (Caitles)
27 Sep 2026
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John “Soap” MacTavish is frozen under the weight of a singular glowing golden eye. Its vertical pupil dilates and contracts and Soap swears he can feel the physical weight of a touch skimming over his body as it trails up and down him, assessing. The touch feels as if a singular sharp claw is being dragged over his skin, holding him in place with the silent threat of evisceration should he so much as breathe.
So he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t move, he can’t even bring himself to look away from that eye as he’s studied; as his fate is decided by the sleek, inky black creature standing just a few feet in front of him.
Soap’s skin feels as if it’s burning under the weight of that stare, but he’s finally able to take a breath in. He lets it out through his nose slowly, quietly, and is careful not to move as he tries to convince his body he isn’t in danger.
But he isn’t convinced. . . isn’t even close, and as he’s able to finally tear his gaze away from the one eye that he can see, he becomes almost sure that he is in danger.
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Bookmarked by Squeaky-Clean-Specter (Caitles)
13 Sep 2026
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Price is injured on an op. It’s not severe, not life threatening, but the fact that he told Gaz to stay behind because it was ‘too dangerous?’ Please.
Kyle’s had enough of this shit. Something’s gotta give.
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Bombs, Babies, and Bullets by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
15 Aug 2025
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For a long time, the 141 has been exclusively birds.
This isn’t by design; a lot of those that choose to go spec ops are birds, or particularly well-suited breeds of dogs and cats, the occasional mustelid and, for one particular mission where they’d had to house a foreign unit, a very inconvenient bull. Usually, though, it’s animals that are good in small groups as well as large ones, groups that can form flocks and packs and colonies, respectively.
They are a flock, mismatched and odd though they are, and Ghost has always assumed that, should they welcome a fourth into their unit, for a trial run or otherwise, their prime candidates would be other birds.
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Noah and the Anglerfish by HigherMagic for Niceven (Nicevensilace)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Jan 2025
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“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap breathes. “How often does he do this?”
Gaz turns, then, and meets his eye. “Us, and Price… We’re the only ones who’d live to talk about it,” he says. “It’s a last resort.” He reaches out, then, and puts his hand on Soap’s arm. “Being his handler means being the one to call the shots, Soap. We’re the only bloody things he cares about. Everything else is fodder. If you ever have to make this call, you better be damn sure you don’t care about survivors, because there won’t be any.”
Price had been so eager to give the order. Imagine holding the nuke in your hands, knowing that you’ll be the only thing to survive its detonation. Imagine being Noah, but with the power to call the Flood whenever he wished.
Soap shivers, something not altogether kind or good curling around his brainstem at the notion.
Whether Gaz clocks it or not, he can’t say, but he eventually murmurs, “You’ll need a psych eval after this. We all get one after Ghost smokes out. Even him.”
Soap frowns. “Why?”
Gaz shrugs. “You’ll have to ask him. Personally, I think we all like it a bit too much.”
Soap blushes, and doesn’t have the words for why.
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- Part 1 of New Year Giveaways
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So good. Profound, spooky, violent, magical
Mw3 tunnel fix-it for the last 1/3