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Soap notices that Ghost always smells of lavender, and seems to have an aversion to certain deodorant smells, and he sets out to figure out why. Along the way he changes his own deodorant and finds out that that gesture means a whole lot more to Simon than he could ever have thought it would. He learns more about his Lieutenant in the next few months than he has in the last nearly five years of working with him, finding out why such a small gesture meant so much to him and getting to know every part of Simon, the good, the scared, and the ugly.
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I'm more like her dad than she is my mum by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
02 Oct 2025
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Simon had a good career ahead of him, his life was looking like it might actually be pretty good despite how it had started out.
And then he got a phone call from one of the hospitals in Manchester.
They'd called his dad first, quickly giving up on that route when he'd started slurring and swearing down the phone at them, threatening them, threatening her. Then they'd tried Tommy, a more polite response, but still a refusal.
So now they were calling Simon.
His mum was in the hospital. Broken legs, ribs, and arm, a fractured skull, a punctured lung, wrists shredded open with precise cuts, a black eye and severe bruising around her neck.
And a traumatic brain injury so bad that she could barely even speak or feed herself or go to the loo by herself.
They didn't know how many of her injuries were from her throwing herself off a bridge into oncoming traffic and how many she'd had before then.
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To anyone else, they would probably have seemed vanilla.
All Simon could really handle was kneeling, praise and John kissing up and down his chest and face, telling him all the things that made him beautiful even with everything that had happened to him. But it worked for them. It let him be close to John, putting his life and body and soul into his hands again like he used to on missions. It wasn’t sex, and neither of them pretended that it perfectly replaced sex, but it worked for them; It worked for Simon. And there were work arounds for the ways it didn’t work for John. He had his hand, he had plenty of toys stashed away in his room, and he kept it to himself when he used them; Simon could usually tell when he had, though, because he’d come downstairs freshly showered with red still splotchy on his cheeks and a bright, happy gleam in his eyes.
It worked for them.
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- Part 2 of Bottom Ghost “Week”
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Ghost has hated the feeling of his hair touching his face for as long as he can remember, but after his time with Roba, his issues with it became a lot more severe.
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Ghost who has trichotillomania, and Johnny who helps him figure out ways to cope with it.Trichotillomania is essentially when you have a long-term urge to pull out your own hair. It is often done as an attempt to self soothe.
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Sy = Simon (transfemme)
Sy’s whole body started to tremble with strike number eight, one hand gripping onto John’s trouser leg and the other fisting into the duvet as she kept her ass up in the air for him. She truly sounded like she was crying now, little sobs of his name leaving her pretty lips. “Daddy,” and “Please,” and “More.”
“So good for me,” John whispered, lifting the thumper up and counting out “Nine,” as he bought it down hard again.
Sy jerked on his lap, yelping loudly and dissolving into sobs again. She didn’t count with him this time, her voice too shaky and out of her control, and John couldn’t help feeling proud of himself for bringing her here, proud of her for not needing to tap out.
“Last one babygirl, you ready for it?” John asked.
Sy lifted her head to look at him, her dark eyes swimming with tears and her face that splotchy red that she seemed to think was ugly no matter how often John told her it wasn’t. She was a wreck. “Daddy~” She almost whimpered the word, her lips trembling and bitten plump. “I- I want-” she sniffled loudly, lifting one arm to wipe her running nose on. “Want you to hit me hard. ‘s hard as you can."
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- Part 1 of Bottom Ghost “Week”
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Call Of Duty Omegaverse by Fishermon (MonMonniMon), MonMonniMon
Fandom: (not really but kind of?) - Fandom, Call of Duty (Video Games), Original Work, The Omegaverse - Fandom
09 Oct 2025
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kneel before the altar by spectralsoldiers (spectralarchers) for KleinerDickerPinguin
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
10 Jun 2024
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A hard mission has kept Soap on edge for hours. When he gets home, he finds his two giants waiting for him. They'll know exactly what to do to take the edge off his mind.
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- Part 1 of Gifts x CoD
Bookmarked by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
17 Oct 2025
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Cod Ghost/soap/könig
I'm starting to think everything by this author is personally tailored to my taste lmaoooo
No but seriously HOUGH this was hot I loooooooove soap getting two brick shit houses of men at his beck and call. He's the most powerful man in the world lol
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you can see god when I take my mask off by spectralsoldiers (spectralarchers)
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
26 Mar 2023
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Soap looks at the gag from his position on the floor, raises an eyebrow, but the accompanying smile evaporates any doubt in Ghost's mind.
It’s a hungry grin, the kind Soap knows to make when he wants it just as much as Ghost does. As Soap adjusts his body weight on his knees, there’s a jingling noise as the padlock on the back of his posture collar moves around.
"If you want to shut me up, that'll do the job just fine, Lt," Soap groans as he struggles against the restraints. He’s been commenting on everything, endlessly teasing Ghost as he struggles with the padlocks, with the laces. Ghost is just about ready to get him to shut up.or
Ghost has a gag he hasn't used in a while he wants to try on Soap. And when Soap is finished, Ghost finds himself tied to the bed under Soap's expert manners.Bookmarked by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
17 Oct 2025
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Cod, ghostsoap, every kink I ever needed to see all in one fic.
I'm not kidding, E-stim, latex, tonnes of bondage (not shibari, harnesses, mitts, spreader bars, bed restraints, posture collar), AN INFLATABLE GAG HOLY MOLY.
Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read when it comes to like, regimented planned out BDSM scenes. Like, this was fucking gorgeous. AND THE SWITCHING. The switching. So often people don't make characters switch in one fic, which is fine, it's always fun to watch one character get taken apart... But this? The way Soap got tortured himself then pretty much took revenge? God it was so hot, it was so perfect, I loved it so much. So so much.
Latex too. The latex. I have such a deep love for latex (cos I know I could never wear it the sweat would be hellish lmao) and it's so rarely utilised in fanworks, in fics especially but even in art it doesn't come up that much (probably cos drawing all those shiny bits is HELLLLLLLL) but ooooo reading latex in this made me so happy I can't even explain it, just that deep "omg that thing I like :D" enjoyment
Anyway everyone should read this fic and I'm gonna read it over and over again it's going in my little save folder forever
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every year before halloween soap and ghost take turns playing hard bondage games with their friends and colleagues, seeking an extreme experience and to rile up their partner.
Bookmarked by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
13 Oct 2025
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Cod, Ghost/everyone
The most gorgeous hot art you've ever seen. I'm not kidding, this is a fucking incredible series of drawings. Ghost and Soap do a long, sustained scene with their friends and colleagues where ghost gets "kidnapped" and used "against his will" for days on end.
There's pretty much every kink you could want: bondage, lingerie, milking, impact, overstim, nipple play, a fuck tonne of sex toys, gun play, wax play, cock warming and of course free use. And probably a bunch of others I've forgotten since I last looked through the whole series.
Genuinely, this is one of the hottest series' of art ever, my GOD
HOLY SHIT KINKTOBER TOO IM IN HEAVEN OMG OMG OMG SOAPS TURN TO GET KIDNAPPED AND FUCKED IM GONNA DIE I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER
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I've No More Kept My Warmth Than Blood Upon the Snow by softer_sin
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
03 Aug 2025
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Ghost pulls the damp keffiyeh down and tips his chin back until his glazed eyes meet his. “Clothes, Sergeant,” he presses, tapping a bracing smack to his cheek and even through his glove, he can feel the chill clinging to his skin. “I need you to focus. Copy?”
Johnny’s jaw chatters in his hand and he almost shakes him as his eyes close a long blink. “C-copy,” he slurs out, voice weak and thready.
It locks Ghost in place for a heartbeat, maybe less; this reduction of the brightest man he knows to this meek, shivering thing. A pup wearing his father’s boots and his mother’s rosary; waterlogged and tangled, dragging him down to the bottom of a fucking lake on Ghost’s watch-
His lip kicks up, baring a snarl at himself, and he strangles it; burying it back in the useless dirt where it belongs.
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- Part 4 of COD Oneshots
Bookmarked by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
06 Aug 2025
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COD, ghostsoap, omegaverse.
When Johnny falls into deadly, icy water on a mission, it's up to Simon to try and warm him up. He drags Johnny to the safehouse, gets him out of his icy clothes and into a neat he made for the two of them, and does everything he can to warm him up. But when that doesn't work, he has to go to more drastic measures.
Simon, an omega, has always refused to let packmates and hookups alike drink his milk. He owes it to no one. No one gets to tell him that he must give his energy and the things his body produces to others to keep them alive at the expense of himself.
Until Johnny.
Until Johnny desperately needs it and Simon realised that although he doesn't owe it, he wants to give it..
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.I'm currently unable to form a coherent sentence about this fic and how much I love it. I just
O M E G A V E R S E
This is it. This is my perfect omegaverse fic. The world building is phenomenal, I feel like this is a universe that could have existed and been being worked on for decades. It feels like the kind of universe that could exist somewhere. I'm in love. This is the kind of omegaverse I crave. This world is so close to ours, but the more you read the more you realise it's completely and utterly alien to you.
I've only read the first chapter so far and it's 12:50 midnight, but I cannot recommend this fic enough. If anyone's looking through my bookmarks, this is the one, this is it, this is the one you should read.
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“I’ve never seen an alien that size,” Ghost says. “Or with that physiology.”
“Scraping the database tells us it…appeared one day,” Laswell says. Ghost looks at her in surprise, and she shrugs. “There’s no other data. I think Graves kept his journals physical, and had all the Shadows do the same. There are no logs, no scientific reports, no tests or studies. These two photos and Nox’s distress call are all I have.”
“So…you think it, what? Hatched?”
“That’s exactly what I think.”
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Bookmarked by Fishermon (MonMonniMon)
29 May 2025
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GhostSoapRoach and PriceGaz, Cod Big Bang event.
The 141 are a space crew who receive a distress call and go to investigate, finding a huge ship completely infested with god only knows what, there are bloody vines in the walls, pulsing and oozing, and most of the ships crew have been liquified to feed a huge egg in the centre of the ship.
As they search the ship, they find Graves plastered to the floor and FULL of the bloody vines that the walls are full of, and 9 months pregnant. He's clearly hallucinating, calling for his alphas help when he wakes up to find strange alphas in his nest, and a monster comes to his rescue while he gives birth to yet another monster.
The 141 are infected, slowly, one by one, starting with Price and Roach. The infection makes them hallucinate, like it did Graves, and eventually ghost (who was already bitching due to recieving a mating bite from another alpha, soap, earlier on), roach and Gaz are all hallucinating as their alphas turn into monsters (as in, literal four armed, six eyed monsters) and fuck them to create more monsters.This fic was incredible. I feel sick after reading it holy shit. The horror made me feel so grossed out, the descriptions were incredible, and the ending was just as bad (good, so fucking good). My brain keeps going "well graves was hallucinating his alpha (shepherd) was there, so oh god ghost could also be hallucinating that this monster is Johnny when it's actually not" even tho like, the 141 are the only other living people on the ship so it literally can only be Johnny or Price.
GOD THIS FIC WAS GOOD I RECOMMEND IT SO HARD IF YOU LIKE HORROR