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John “Soap” MacTavish and Simon “Ghost” Riley – both star players for their respective EIHL teams – are supposed to hate each other.
On the ice, they do, colliding like war every time their teams face each other, a rivalry that has been going on for years. Off the ice, thought, they share a carefully guarded secret: a long-standing arrangement to burn off steam after every game they play against one another.
When a tabloid photo of Ghost leaving Soap’s flat exposes their secret, their agents force them into a fake relationship to control the narrative. What starts as a PR stunt quickly blurs into something far more dangerous as stolen moments, forced outings, and a long summer together turn lust into something neither of them is prepared to admit.
Caught between public rivalry and private affection, Soap and Ghost must decide whether what they’ve built off the ice is worth making real – before the season, the league, or their own fears tear them apart.
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Following a row of circumstances that might or might not be Soaps own fault (they totally are), his family now thinks him and Ghost are dating and expect him to bring this boyfriend of his along to his cousins wedding.
So really what other option is there than to bother Ghost into coming along to Scotland with him and pretend to be his boyfriend? Not like his crush could get any worse, right? (wrong)**
Soap opened his mouth again and rushed it all out in one single breath. “Ineedyetobemyfakeboyfriendforthenextfewdays.”
Ghost blinked at him slowly. “The fuck you just said?"- Language:
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18 Aug 2026
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i love fake-pretend relationship so much
theyre so cute and oblivious omg -
to you i can admit (that i’m too soft for all of it) by furiosophie
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
21 Jan 2024
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"Kids?" Soap asks, curving his fingers into a silent okay to Ghost without thinking. "Plural?"
"Yes. A boy and a girl. Little Joseph was born a couple of months ago, according to the records."
"Oh," is all Soap says because oh. He has a nephew. A little baby nephew. And then, because that is apparently not enough of a revelation, the doctor says:
"You are listed as their legal guardian, Mr. MacTavish. We need you to pick them up."
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13 Aug 2026
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got me crying a bunch of times
cass and joey are so cute:((( -
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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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09 Aug 2026
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words genuinely cannot describe what i felt reading this fic
i was giggling over their banter one second and the other i was bawling my eyes out like a newborn baby
jesus christ
this format really does something to me
the part when they're talking about maurice my heart was clenched so much. even though i never lived something like that and im pretty much accepted, it just broke me.
anyway, masterpiece -
Novelty by bobmoss
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
03 Dec 2022
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Qifrey occasionally gets creative inspiration in the bedroom.
Bookmarked by kikingthebells
09 May 2026
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i saw the tentacle tag and immediately knew this was going to be peak.