Ellie McRae has learned to hide her pain behind a smile. Working late nights at a Glasgow bar, she keeps her bruises covered and her secrets buried-until one night, a stranger in a mohawk and a charming grin walks in. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish isn't the type to back down from a fight-or walk away from someone who needs saving. When he sees the fear in Ellie's eyes, he knows something isn't right. But getting through her stubborn walls proves harder than any mission he's faced. He offers her a way out. A new start. But joining Task Force 141 as their medic means stepping into a world of danger, discipline, and loyalty-a world where trust can save your life or break your heart. As Soap teaches Ellie how to fight back, both on and off the battlefield, he realizes the toughest mission of all isn't against the enemy-it's convincing her she's worth saving.

You've built an empire out of cozy vlogs, candid Q&As, and a million followers who adore how "real" you are-even when you're jet-lagged, spilling wax on your leggings, or eating takeaway in a hoodie. Manchester is just another work trip: collabs, content, and unboxings. But then you keep seeing him. The hooded masked stranger who passes you on rainy streets. He doesn't care about TikTok, doesn't ask for selfies, doesn't even tell you his name. He's steady, silent, and far too handsome for the mask and shadows he hides behind. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. 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

War taught him how to survive. Life taught her to hide. Together, they'll learn how to live. A slow-burn military romance about found family, emotional damage, and the human need for connection.

#5 in simonriley (04.12.2025) Isra Knight was never made to obey. As a doctor, an officer, and a survivor, she wears her scars like a second skin - hidden beneath blood-soaked bandages, a forbidden talisman, and an oversized meat fork that has long since become more than just a tool. After a disciplinary transfer, she ends up in a remote front-line camp of a special forces unit - where she meets Lt. Simon Riley, known by his codename Ghost. Strict, silent, and dangerous, he is the complete opposite of everything she has ever been or ever will be. But in war, closeness and pain are rarely separate things. Between mission orders and silence, between radio blackouts, blood, and lost brothers, something begins that should not exist - and yet feels inevitable. ***English is not my first language. I translated this story with the help of AI. If you notice any mistakes, please let me know.*** ###CoD Ghost Fanfiction ###NSFW content will be clearly marked ###Strong language and explicit themes

Task Force 141 has faced impossible targets before - but not like Makarov. He's always ahead, always hidden and every move they make only seems to bring them closer to failure. That's where Cipher comes in. An SIS operative trained to disappear, to get close and to do the kind of work that soldiers aren't built for. Now embedded with 141, Evelyn has one job: help them outsmart the man who's always two steps ahead. But as the mission pulls her deeper into the team - and closer to the man behind the mask they call Ghost - the lines between duty, trust and something much more dangerous start to blur. The hunt for Makarov is on. But no one walks away from this clean.

He rescued you, and you don't know why. 🌶 18+ ⚠️ Triggering Content (will always be elaborated) Y/n isn't your basic Y/n in this story. So if you like (somewhat) realistic fan fictions, pop in and check it out. !! I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FEATURED IN THIS BOOK !!

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.

You're struggling in your relationship. König has become distant and cold. The situation worsens as loneliness and doubts creep in, just as a new and attractive neighbor moves in across the street. This new guy doesn't seem to care that you have a boyfriend and is blatantly interested in you. You know you should resist his advances, but it's challenging when he is giving you the attention you desperately crave-attention that your boyfriend isn't providing. Should you end a two-year relationship over a neighbor? Your conscience screams no, but will you listen? Probably not. König x Ghost x fem!reader

He narrows his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone in your position." I scoff. "You're right. My bad. I should be more respectful to my captors." Soap pushes off the wall and stands up straight, his irritation evident. "You're not going to get a rise out of me. Save your energy." PLOT HEAVY ~ "Sometimes, the unlikeliest of alliances become our most reliable source of strength." ~ 141 BOOK 2 Cover render by 661ave 1 | #soap 1 | #callofduty 1 | #ghost 1 | #price 1 | #keegan

Eighteen‑year‑old Maddie Scott never planned on stepping foot inside a military briefing room-much less one occupied by Captain Price and the infamous Lieutenant Ghost. But when she cracks an encrypted data string that seasoned analysts couldn't touch, Laswell pulls her straight into the lion's den. Maddie is a civilian specialist, brilliant and untrained, armed with nothing but her notebook and a mind that sees patterns like no one else. Ghost sees her as a liability. Price sees potential. Maddie sees two men who could end her career-or trust her with something far more dangerous. What begins as a tense evaluation spirals into a battle of wits and willpower. Ghost pushes. Maddie pushes back. Sparks fly in the worst possible place, under the worst possible circumstances. And the closer he steps, the harder it becomes to tell whether he's testing her, protecting her, or trying to break her resolve. Thrown into a world built on discipline, danger, and secrets, Maddie must prove she belongs before the wrong spark sets everything off. Because Ghost is right about one thing: in a room full of landmines, it only takes one firecracker to ignite the whole damn place.