As a military personnel would call it, this was a mission you would've never thought of going on before. When a multi-million dollar US aircraft was stolen, it's only up to it's creator, Y/n, to find it and bring it home. Task Force 141 assists as she goes through this mission, and a member of their squadron takes her for a whole new path. (This story is completely in an AU from my imagination. Some will be cannon, but majority is from my creativity.) *IMPORTANT NOTE* the reader has a last name (Elliott) so this story will be easier for me to write. I feel that it is better to have an actual last name besides "L/n", as it is used in majority of stories. The first name is Y/n.

Y/n, also known as Viper is the newest member to taskforce 141. One of the most skilled snipers around, also one of the most experienced and feared. Everything was looking good, a new beginning meant breaking her old habits and moving on. But will a 6,10 soldier change her for the better?

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

It's not my fault I have to steal to survive. But why am I now part of 141, seriously, how did I get here? Book 2 is out.

"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.)

"They call her 'The Grim Reaper' she's a good soldier, she doesn't speak, due to her trauma in childhood. Doctors say she can speak she just chose not to .. she will be helping you on task 141 until said otherwise. She's one of the best we have" Captain price nodded his head, then shepherded spoke "go get your belongings you'll be staying with them a while, your leaving in 10" all I did was nod and left to grab my stuff from my room. || I do not own any of the characters in the book besides (y/n) and somewhat of the storyline thank you and enjoy, you simps ||

"Are you okay with this?" He asked, his rough hands slowly sliding down my sides. I couldn't believe this. I eagerly nodded, struggling to keep my composure. My heavy breath mixed with his, as his cerulean eyes searched mine. I wasn't allowed to remove his sniper hood, so I frantically buried myself into his neck, whimpering as his hands shakily felt up and down my body. "Scheiße, du bist einfach so perfekt..." He purred, placing his hands on my thighs, adjusting me in his lap. ||| there are very few fanfics of könig so I wanted to make up for that. there is smut in here, and adult topics so do be aware. enjoy! :) ||| Mon & Fri updates.

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.

Book One in Beloved In Battle Series. Pairing: König x (Y/N) Mori ꧁𓊈༒𓊉꧂ The man looked startled and then hid in the house with the other three, a crash and grunting was heard inside the cabin. I twisted my head to try and get a look inside. A large man wearing a sniper hood exited the cabin by ducking his head down and tilting his large shoulders to walk out the door. "Stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted as the man walked, more like sauntering my way, I tugged at the ties binding me and shook, "I will fucking kill you! Don't touch me!" The man stood beside my chair, His light voice startled me as he spoke with a lithe German accent, "König here, four hostiles dead, how copy?" I couldn't hear a reply but a shadow passed behind the quad before appearing in front of the light. "Good job, mate," Price's accent sounded like heaven to my ears, he suddenly turned his eyes to me. They softened as he spoke, "You held out, good job." Currently unedited Long Chapters Mature Themes