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Almost a year after Soap died in the tunnels under London, Ghost had succumb to a shell of himself after losing his husband. But when he's handed a surveillance photo that shows the love of his life very much alive, still as beautiful as ever, Ghost is immediately out the door to find out the truth. But when he's finally face to face with Soap again, his stomach drops when he realizes Soap doesn't recognize him.
Soap who had been living a lonely life in London for the past year without any memories of himself or his past is intrigued by the stranger who frantically approached him. There is something comforting and safe about him but he doesn't know why.
As Ghost befriends him again, the two of them navigate their new friendship in their regular civilian life. Side effects from the brain injury have caused Soap to struggle with daily life sometimes, but Ghost is devoted to helping him through it while hiding the reality of their true relationship. As they grow closer, Ghost's love is steadfast and pure and with his consistent kindness and support, Soap can't help but begin to wonder what Ghost's hands would feel like on his body or the softness of his lips pressed against his.
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Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is declared K.I.A during a failed recon mission in 2017. His commanding officer, Captain John Price, takes the loss personally but has no other choice then to move on. He creates Task Force 141, keeps the bad guys scared of the dark, and hunts Makarov relentlessly - the man who killed his sergeant all those years ago.
Five years later, Price fights an assassin with a familiar face.
Spectre-07 doesn’t remember anything. Maybe he had once, but years of conditioning have stripped his mind bare, save for the instinct to kill. It's all he knows, all he craves; the blood of his target between his fingers, at the end of his scope or along the blade of his knives. He's a cold-blooded, empty headed machine, and he doesn't hesitate.
Until he does.
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- Part 1 of nothing but my aching soul
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