War makes monsters of everyone. She was the best in her field-an intelligence operative turned field agent with a past she never speaks of. When Task Force 141 calls her in for a classified mission, most of the men see her as a liability. She proves them wrong before the first bullet hits the ground. König watches her with the silent, possessive fascination of a predator. Ghost hides his own interest behind a skull mask and clipped orders. They work together, they bleed together, and somewhere between the live fire and the night briefings, fascination turns into something darker-a need neither of them can control. Three soldiers. One war. Loyalty, obsession, and the kind of destructive love that only survives in the dark.

Layla Radley was the "Perfect Soldier." After her time at The Organization she was deployed to German and met her new commander. Even though her emotionless personality wasn't favored by the Colonel he couldn't help but be curious about caused her to be the cold and ruthless soldier that she was. BEFORE READING. This story will contain: Strong language, Gore, Mild and Heavy Torture, scars, Heavy Intimacy, Graphic Sex,Panic, shock, Depression, slight Arguing, Trust Issues, Conflict, Tension, Anger, Surprise,and Alter in Behavior. König x oc. (Mainly female but can self insert) Slight Slow burn LOTS of graphic content. Warning! Not suitable for younger readers!

Una nueva recluta de médico en combate. ________ había ingresado hace unas semanas al pelotón de asalto para atender heridas durante el combate a sus compañeros.

La Sargento TN Crown del cuerpo médico, era miembro de la Task Force 141. Estaba involucrada sentimentalmente con el Sargento Keegan P. Russ, pero tras una cruel trampa su equipo la deja a su suerte en medio de un enfrentamiento en el campo contra la línea enemiga KorTac. Dada por muerta por su antiguo equipo, el Coronel König la deja vivir con una sola condición...

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Slow burn, enemies to lovers fanfic. "Touching you was a bad idea." "The worst you've ever had." "Maybe I should stop." "If you do, I'll never forgive you." What happens when a blast from the past is the reason I get reassigned to Task Force 141? I was very clearly NOT what the men of 141 were expecting. I am not the man they thought was joining their group. Chaos ensues as we are tasked with tracking down four stolen missiles. Being teamed with these men was not what I was expecting. Especially catching the eyes of two notorious masked men.

The nightmares prey on us in the night's. They aren't so scary when you are next to me. I got bored, made a story, wrote it. If this gets a good response i might drop the oneshots i have been writing as well. There will be NSFW moment's. I tried to portray the character's as close as possible to the original, but I did throw in some of my headcanons in. Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, or it's characters. I only own my original characters. Achievements: #2 in "fanfic" out of 1,08mln #2 in "fanfiction" out of 1,08mln #2 in "xreader" out of 144k #3 in "ghost" out of 43k #2 in "price" out of 49k #4 in "obsession" out of 16k #1 in "polyamory" out of 6k #3 in "callofduty" out of 2k #1 in "femdom" out of 1k Began: Sep. 05. 2023 Photo credit: FU2E7 (on twitter)

From the first second he saw you, König was completely and utterly obsessed with you. So when you ran into him late at night, tears streaming down your face, the universe served you to him on a silver platter. "Come in, we can sit down in my room and get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what happened, ja?" he said quietly, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he guided you into his room.

(Finished) Freya Tiller, an adjutant in the Norwegian Armed Forces, has been assigned a special task, that almost feels more like a test, straight from her general. During the two-week-long exercise known as Operation Northern Cross, she must provide support to the Austrian Jagdkommando and serve as a subordinate to König, who leads the elite unit. But as she steps into his ranks, she senses that this exercise holds far darker secrets than anyone is letting on.

A Call of Duty Fanfiction : Konig She arrived without a past or a single word. Her file? Redacted. Her skills? Unmatched. Her silence? Unshakable. Transferred into KorTac under a cloud of mystery, Y/N quickly earns a reputation as a deadly sniper with a body count that speaks louder than any voice ever could. Her face is hidden, her intentions unknown-and no one dares to get close. Except for him. König, the towering operator known for his haunted past, sees something familiar in her stillness. Something dangerous. Something beautiful. As the missions grow deadlier and secrets begin to surface, König becomes determined to uncover the truth behind the mask-no matter how deep he has to go. But in a world built on shadows and blood, trust is a weapon... and love might be the deadliest shot of all. A Call of Duty fanfiction full of slow-burn tension, sniper precision, and the unraveling of two masked souls who were never meant to be seen-until they saw each other.