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keep me sharp (test my worth in blood) by Ivillpunchyouinthethroat for spidehpig
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Feb 2024
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“Left you a gift, Johnny,” Ghost answers.
“Aye?” Soap says and Ghost can about hear his grin. “I’m quakin’ in excitement, Lt.”
Soap leaves his mic on and Ghost can hear the creaking of the door open and the soft rustle of Soap's tac gear as he walks over to the body.
A sharp intake of breath and then a low whistle.
“Careful, Lt,” Soap rumbles, accent noticeably thicker, “bloody gifts like these, might think yer courtin’ me proper. The old way at least.”
And that's how it starts.
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12 Feb 2026
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Barstool Sports Canada reports that Montreal Metros captain Shane Hollander has started learning Russian from new teammate and Russian rookie Sergei Dovonchezky.
Ilya has some thoughts. None of them are particularly kind.
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Bookmarked by merrcat
05 Feb 2026
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'Tilting his head back, Kyle let John's cock slip that much farther to gag him more effectively. He neither needed nor wanted mercies. When his Captain demanded obliteration, his only avenue was to shut his eyes and brace for impact.'
Gaz and Price take a break from killing to live. Trans man on trans man sex!! Come get yall T4T!!!
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04 Feb 2026
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Soap breathed near death experiences. He needed danger like most people needed oxygen.
The way he liked to fuck wasn't exempt from that preference. The closer to dying, the better.
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12 Jan 2026
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His eyes and his attention were for Johnny, only for Johnny. So close to him, right there.
Ghost was gobsmacked by how brilliant he looked. He always looked fucking good, but something about him was really, really good that night. Not just the cold weather clothes, not just his messy five-o-clock shadow that Ghost wanted to rub his cheek against. Something else. Something since yesterday night, since that godforsaken skyscraper.
Or, what happens at the bar in Chicago.
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12 Jan 2026