After the death of your family while you were away on a trip, your brother, Simon Riley, puts you in hiding to prevent you from being killed like the rest of your family was. New name, new appearance, everything. After a while, Simon has you join him in the military. The two of you are known as "Ghost" and "Banshee". People fear you, and for your protection, Simon and you both hide your faces from everyone. You never thought you would be able to have a normal life but after meeting a man in your 141 task force named "Soap", you decide to give the romantic life a go.

You're a civilian and he's military. But you're not interested in dating anyone in the military. Also, you are chubby in this book. There will be body issues in this book and low self esteem. I will publish when I finish the next chapter.

When Johnny MacTavish returns home from deployment, the last place he expects to fall flat on his face is a dance studio. But after getting roped into picking up his twin nieces from ballet, he walks right into trouble-literally. You, their no-nonsense, glitter-covered dance teacher, who is not impressed by his boots on your polished floor, his tattoos, or his charm. Naturally, he's obsessed. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

Santana was happy with her life. She had a supportive family, a great-ish income and a loving boyfriend, and she loved to help people. That was why she assigned herself to a program where she would be paired with a random soldier to be their pen-friend. Santana never knew that it was possible to fall in love with someone's words, but John MacTavish just proved her wrong. And when sunshine meets sunshine, a solar flare was guaranteed. [soap mactavish x fem!oc]