Ghost looked around," Soap, do you copy? " He spoke in his transceiver, he waited a few seconds' before pressing the button again trying to get a connection through to his Mate," Soap? Do you copy? Where the hell are you?" A shaking and sobbing soap answering" Ghost I need your help, y/n was hit I don't know where I am, I just ran trying to save her." Another sob followed" She isn't responding I don't know what to do, there is b-blood everywhere" Ghost eyes growing bigger "Alejandro get your men out of here I will find soap as fast as I can if I have not returned with him and y/n in 30 Minutes I want you and the rest to leave we will find our way back" Ghost said his voice Monotone, Alejandro nods after Ghost stopped him from saying another word his heavy footsteps leaving the bloodbath. "Soap, I want you to talk to me" He spoke in his transceiver. Looking around. " What can you see" "I see a gate not the one we came through, it is open" Sobbing following his words. "Okay Soap, I am on my way, keep talking to me. How is she." ____________________________________________ Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x Fem Reader She/her Pronouns No description of skin colour, height, body type etc. reader is their own person if either you want to imagine yourself or an OC feel free. No description of civil clothing style as to my best abilities I am not fluent in english, mistakes will happen don't be shy and tell me if any major mistakes appear. Active cod player here, book will be based on the story and a made up storyline. Has parallels to my Left without Hope Gaz x Reader fanfiction. Book has no spoilers just description of future character development.

*Written in first person perspective. "One life to do everything and anything we want. And I've almost done everything I want to. Except for one thing. Fall in love." I'm the daughter of Phillip Graves and one of the head sergeants of the Shadow Company which he commands. Being his daughter is tough yet rewarding with an axing dad. I never thought I'd fall in love until we joined forces with the 141. Then, I met Ghost. My life suddenly took a turn. For the better or worse? Well, that's what you must figure out.

Locked away for a crime she did not commit, Zero thought her fate to be sealed. But when a man shows up one day, he presents her with an offer she struggles to resist. Join his team, help him take down her old associate, and in return, he promises to clear her name and set her free. With a thirst to enact revenge on the man who ruined her career and doomed her to a life of hell, she knows she has no choice but to accept the offer. However, members of TF-141 struggle to warm up to their newest addition. The woman, whose old team was notorious for their brutality and efficiency, was accused of betraying and killing her own people. How can they trust her? How can they trust that she's truly innocent? With tensions heavy, Zero knows she has to prove her worth to her new family, but struggles to gain their trust, and a certain someone with a skull balaclava and conflicting personality challenges her at every turn. -------- SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X OC FANFICTION slowburn | enemies to lovers | forced proximity themes include but are not limited to violence, weaponry, sexual content, torture, gore, swearing, substance abuse. read at your own discretion. ** I DO NOT OWN any of the cod characters, I only own my oc Zero. This story is roughly based on the campaign with my own twists, characters, and subplots. I have limited military knowledge and will do the best I can to be accurate based on my own research.

A killer. That is who you truly are. Unable to love and run away from your past and future. But the moment you meet Ghost you start to change. And you can't stand that feeling. They call you Heroin. People admire you. They want to own you. But not Ghost. Will Y/N and Ghost get their happy ending or is this just the beginning of another tragedy? Slowburn! Simon Ghost Riley x Female Reader Started: the 24th of November Completed: the 12th of May

This isn't something I would normally do but Laswell insisted it had to be me. She needs a contact removed from mercenary society. 'The disposal', a god awful suburb of Birmingham that is the main hub for Mercenaries in Europe. Everything you can imagine goes on in that place, and then some. Hell, I'm impressed Lawsell even has a contact in there, must be a hell of a guy. But now the area is becoming unstable, more perilous than ever. So she wants them out but they are refusing to leave. Laswell has asked me to go in talk to them, pretend to be there for intel check-ins and work out a way to safely extract them. But... One small, kind of important detail Laswell left out was that it's a woman. She goes by Coyote and has a gaze that could destroy hearts and start wars. This is going to be harder than I anticipated.

After many years of working behind the scenes as a coordinator, you are sent out to Mexico to meet with an old friend named Soap, who you will assist on a mission. While on this mission you meet a strange man who at first seems cold and rude but the more you two get to know each other, the more you two become close. The more you realize how much of a hollow shell of a human he is... (ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL CREATORS!!!)

This is a fan fiction on two guys called soap and Ghost, they start of as friends sort of But soon their relationship turns spicy

WARNING: I am in the process of editing and rewriting chapters to flow more smoothly. 12/36 Chapters Edited as of Oct 8 2025 This is a homosexual Call of Duty Modern Warfare fanfiction/romance between the characters Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish. There may be some inconsistencies between this fic and the canonical lore, so forgive me. There will be smut, fluff, and trauma mentions, and trigger warnings will be provided. There may be spoilers for the most recent games, so apologies. Holy shit we're at #1 in COD as of January 2023 0-0

Simon was an unstoppable force, but Fate was an immovable object. Stationary. When you ignore it, and put up walls to secure yourself, it only delays the inevitable. Unavailing. It doesn't stop it. Moments in time slowly drill their way through, picking an open scab until it turns to scar tissue. It will break your skin until it drains you. You will deteriorate into ashes, scattered by the wind. And if you force yourself against Fate, shielded with a lifetime of trauma that you use to protect yourself- you're forced to recognize why you put the walls up in the first place. Every moment full of agony, abuse, anguish. Your walls will crumble, because Fate never fails. And as Fate tore the first wall apart, Simon was pushed.

**THIS IS A SLOW BURN WITH FLIRTING/TEASING STARTING OFF AND SLOW PROGRESSION, DONT WORRY, THE MOMENTS YOU'RE WAITING FOR WILL HAPPEN SOON** "How're you feeling?" "Your voice makes the pain worse." "... I can whisper," Soap quietly replied. "It's not the volume thats the problem. It's your voice." "Oh I see. So it's because I'm Scottish?" "Exactly that." Y/n playfully remarked.