"I don't open up to people sweetheart, so don't think you're any different. You never will be." You are a Military Psychologist on base in London for the British Spec Ops task force 141. You've seen countless amounts of troops with all kinds of disorders, but none of them have ever intrigued you like Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The way he's so reserved, strong minded, and kind of rude without a care in the world. You hope one day you can help him, but for now he is making it extremely difficult. (Please note that this fanfiction will contain some campaign spoilers but isn't exactly campaign accurate. Also, I know I know I've used an old Ghost picture for the cover but none of the newer ones were working for me, but this is definitely about mw2 2022 Ghost.)

this is my first story so I'm sorry for the writing !! i added keegan too because who doesn't love keegan :)))

The tittle says it all. I will take request just gotta give me a plot🤷‍♀️

a new member joins the 141 after the mission in Los Vaqueros many changes will happen as i am still updating and working chapters TW FOR THE FOLLOWING Self-harm Suicidal thoughts Implied SA Torture

Description- you joined forces with task force 141 , well known and hidden in the shadows but soon your history would come to the light , A/n- I don't own any of the chracters nor do I own cod but please enjoy the fanfic

Ghost x Reader (Y/N), code name "Chaser" is a member of the 141 for nearly a year now. That is before everything you once knew crumbles before your feet, when Graves betrays your team. What will your favorite teammate, Ghost, have to say about it? What happens when he thinks me might lose you? What dangers and situations will he go through to get to you? This takes place during the scene where Graves's name turns red. I don't play Cod and don't know much about the military so just bare with me and enjoy the story. This story will soon be available on ao3 *Also TW NOTICE!! * Strong descriptions of violence, death and killing. Also contains themes of SA. Also contains mature content of consensual sex If this triggers you please do not read!

You've left home, and for the past few years, you've used what your father has shown you to become a strong fighter, mentally and physically. But as you are recruited for a deadly mission, your emotional strength gets the best of you as you get to know a man almost everyone cowers under: Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Will he drag you behind him, or will he help you discover something you want to keep forever? ---------- WARNINGS: - mentions weapons - slight violence/bloodshed - sexual themes NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This story doesn't match up with the game or comics. Simply a story I guess lol. My knowledge of weapons is not extensive so if something is inaccurate pls excuse me.

You are the worst enemy he has ever encountered. Someone without an identity, A hollow shell of a person, Another Ghost.

"there he is, simon riley." "there's no picture-" "never." "here's y/n l/n." "oh...I think she'll be perfect. She looks tough as shit and mean as hell. i think she'll be a good addition, Ranking?" "Lieutenant." "as for riley?" "lieutenant as well." A story in which you fall in love for someone you had such hatred for, knowing he would 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 reciprocate said feelings back. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Y/n "phantom" L/n. "They'll haunt you, that's for sure," Price joked. "Doesn't seem like that'd be something to joke about. they seem like they'd be a dangerous duo."

A force, what it seemed.. It felt as if sleep deprivation consumed me, the weight within my eyelids, everything was all so exhausting. That heaviness laid upon not only my eyes but my future. My present, as well. A frequent spark of harsh anxiety filling my nerves, wasn't it always like this. To the first day of my stem, expanding, growing. Contacting the little bits of what life appeared to be. How could I get into such a position, I've asked this question too many times as I've embodied the feeling of blood, sweat, and tears. Still, I seem to cry at night. This path I've took, forced, I may replace. My dream has never once come true, but I've come too far to quit in this assemble. ** "Assigned to a force task.." Gear from head to toe, standing near 6,4 feet. With a crew of masculinity, they feared him. Out of all, they fear a man of a larger sculpture. His gaze stood out among the features that precise his out look. Intimidation was his definition. A mask shaped and detailed performed to be a skull, observing as best as one could, even from a distant the left off cracks of war was visible to one. History written all over it, all over him. Even I, became afraid to catch such eye contact with the man. So I lowered, my driven energy was now devoured by his cold presence. He ate it completely.. :: +𝟏𝟕 (𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠..) -Slow Romance