katewallace
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Inspired by the excellent Teen Wolf fic "When Panic Sets In" by jettiebettie.
-
Tags
Summary
Set in some unspecified time between series one and two.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,150
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 15
- Hits:
- 417
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
On an intel mission gone wrong, Soap finds himself holed up with Ghost on the verge of rut. Absolutely nothing goes as expected.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,290
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 22
- Kudos:
- 673
- Bookmarks:
- 84
- Hits:
- 6,315
Bookmarked by katewallace
31 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Laswell tilts her head with a bland smile. “You're here for an exercise.”
John glances toward the window, narrowing an eye at the unfamiliar stonework outside it. “In Toulouse.”
“Yes,” Laswell says, digging now into a different pocket and pulling out an evident passport. “You will need to arrive at the target location by sundown without detection.”
“Detection?” John repeats, glancing between Laswell’s face and the passport with a blink.
“Do you recall Las Almas?” Laswell deflects, firmly, voice determinedly neutral and wearing her most unreadable expression.
John suffers a vague thump of unease beneath his sternum. “Aye.”
“It has been decided that urban navigation is a useful skill to hone and improve on,” Laswell says, gesturing upward with a palm in a spinning motion that seems to be intended to encompass the situation around them. “So as an exercise, we’re doing it in a relatively controlled environment.”
Bookmarked by katewallace
31 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“You know, sir, if you mix them, you can get an extra side fit in.”
It takes a beat for Ghost to realize this comment was meant for him, and he glances over his shoulder, finding the taskforce sergeant standing at his table. He feels his hand go tight on his spoon, as the sergeant then sits, breaking a number of expectations by settling in at Ghost’s elbow with his breakfast.
“See, I managed to get double eggs, putting together rashers and the pancakes.”
Ghost rolls his lips, looking down at the tray, where the sergeant has put together a kind of Frankenstein-esque breakfast sandwich. It doesn’t do well to explain why the fuck he’s sitting down at Ghost’s table, as the only other occupant and directly next to him out of seven empty options.
Bookmarked by katewallace
31 Jan 2026
-
High on the spirit and drunk on fumes by storm_petrel
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
04 Mar 2025
Tags
Summary
This isn't his knife, it's Ghost's. Molded grip, modified tanto blade, S.R. carved deep into the butt.
If he makes it out of this alive, he's going to have to beg forgiveness for somehow mixing Ghost's knives in with his own gear. Possibly he's gonna have to go to confession because this feels like one of the bad sins.
Or, a mission goes awry, and now Soap's got to deal with hostile terrain, a hit squad of cartel sicarios on his tail and Ghost's voice on his busted radio. Honestly, it's the last thing that probably fucks him up the most.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,129
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Comments:
- 245
- Kudos:
- 1,329
- Bookmarks:
- 349
- Hits:
- 10,137
Bookmarked by katewallace
19 Jan 2026
-
- Words:
- 19,268
- Works:
- 5
- Bookmarks:
- 9
Bookmarked by katewallace
17 Jan 2026