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@pap3rtigers.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 12:35 AM

have another #SoapisALIVE / #GazisSAFE #WIPWednesday yay! Only a couple more weeks before @soap-is-alive.bsky.social floods the tag~

#ghoap #pap3rfics #ghostsoap #soapghost #codfic

Maybe he already has driven John mad—the entire thing is insane, it's absolutely fucking mental, because he doesn't know the bloke from a hole in the wall. Just knows he's a blond with sad eyes who doesn't bloody talk and sits like he's trying to blend into the furniture. Except every time Dr. Steuber brings up friends and connections and putting yourself out there, John, that's where his brain goes. Straight to the empty chair. Straight to the random stabs of grief because something is missing and he doesn't even know where to start. But he's not ready to tell her about that yet. Call it trauma, or avoidance, or whatever the next fancy term someone in a white coat throws at him, it's… it's his. It's the one thing he has that's only his. The rest of his life is trapped behind smoke and mirrors, but this part… it's the first thing that's properly happened to him since he woke up with a hole in his skull and his brain scrambled and he's not ready to share it yet. He also doesn't tell her about the memory flashes—the brown eyes, the grease paint, the phantom warmth of a body that his skin remembers but his mind doesn't. John absently rubs at the tattoo on his forearm. As sweet as Dr. Steuber is, she'd want to dig into it—which, that's why he's here, but… …he doesn't know her yet.
@pap3rtigers.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 11:56 PM

archiveofourown.org/works/615946... this chapter. THIS CHAPTER.

hold onto your FUCKING HATS guys 🤠

#pap3rfics #CODFic #poly141 #callofduty #omegaverse #readerinsert #omegareader #polypack #alphaprice

An excerpt from "Fly, Songbird, Fly" by pap3rtigers. The text reads: "After that, you'll do the same for me. Same spot, same thing—your nose against my scent gland, take as long as you need. You'll want to know my scent properly. I won't lie to you, it might be a bit overwhelming, but that's why we're taking this slow as we need." He pauses for a moment, watching your chest heave even as you try to hide your fear. You came in here, you initiated this whole thing, you don't get to chicken out now— You want to feel the sun again. "It won't hurt," he offers a crooked half-smile, almost apologetic. "I know that's… I know you don't believe me, and I know you've got reasons for that. Like I said, it might be a bit overwhelming, but it's not going to hurt. And if it's too much at all, at any point, we stop. I don't care if you push me away, bolt, hide… if it's too much, we stop. No questions. No consequences."