She thought he saved her. He knew better. An American woman, presumed dead by the world, is accidentally discovered during a mission in Mexico. She's been kept for a year and is barely alive. She's cared for by the 141, it's unsafe for her to return home just yet, but it becomes increasingly clear that something else is at play. Ghost knows to keep his head on straight, even when he's assigned to question her, to test her loyalty. He's the one that gets tested when he discovers that no mask could hide him from her. Her connections are dangerous. His enemies want her. All she wants is to live again. Cartel related storyline, soft Simon, soft female OC. Other characters make important appearances. Not historically or Call of Dutily accurate, although I tried my best. Shamelessly slow burn. 'Eventual smut' is my favorite tag. CW: Allusion to sexual assault, allusion to abuse, plenty of trauma Also on AO3 under Home

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. ▨▨▨▨▨ Enemies to lovers. Grumpy x sunshine. Betrayal. Lies. Slow burn. One hell of a fight for a happy ending. ▨▨▨▨▨ call of duty: MWII & III fem!oc x simon 'ghost' riley buckiplier © 2023 ⋆｡°✩*️✮⋆｡°✩ I do not own the rights to any Call of Duty characters, only my own & the original plot to this story.

Lara "Wisp" Moore has been on the hunt for revenge for years, and when she finally gets it, the 141 is less than amused that she stole a kill from them and messed up their assignment. When Cpt. Price finds out who she is, he recruits her, but there's a shadow always looming over her. A shadow that never takes off his skull mask. Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers Occasional fluff Soap and Ghost are best friends Content warnings: Violence, gore, torture, blood, talk of all types of abuse, eventual smut, König annoys the shit out of Ghost MASSIVE TW if you have witnessed war, especially if you are from the Balkans. Note: This is my first fanfic and published writing of any kind. English is not my first language, so please excuse my mistakes. The games sadly make me seasick, but I have watched them on YT and am doing my best to keep it canon compliant by cross-checking with the wiki and the comics. The goal is to finish the story at about 60k words. Big shoutout to the many creators on TikTok, many of whom have inspired me and certain scenes, like "sebriley", "acidgryyn", "moleculeoftheday", "_shy_si", "clmeowtan" and especially "electronic.fish" who's basically carrying this on her back at this point, and generally the whole community on TikTok.

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]

IN WHICH she enters TaskForce 141 to assist in battle and encounters dire decision-making, former enemies, and unexpected feelings for the other lieutenant along the way. ♤ ♤ ♤ Clara Spade ended up in TaskForce 141 with the sole purpose of fighting. She was a lieutenant whose main goal was to survive and protect, and so was his. She was a notable feared soldier by many, but so was he. To him, Clara was an irrelevant newcomer to the team that he initially viewed as another reputed killer. As they continue to fight alongside one another, she gradually proves him wrong by displaying beyond-comparable qualities, all of which ultimately leave him marvellously intrigued.

**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.

Heavily inspired by the song "That Way" by Tate McRae, this story is a Soap x Female Reader ( with heavy involvement from the other members of TF141 ) that I promise has lots of feels and pain involved. I have a full plot established but I am still changing it as I go, so I am not going to give a set description yet. This fic will be 18+ with occasional NSFW content which will be noted ahead of time. ***Title is a WIP. I have no idea what I want the actual fic to be titled.***

A botched mission gets the 141 involved with the NSA. The Agent and Ghost share a professionally distant relationship on the outside. In Ghost's mind, he's much closer to her.

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!

Instead of telling you who Mariya Lenkova is, it would be much easier to tell you who she isn't. She isn't a trusting, soft nor brave person. She's a battle-hardened soldier with more scars than friends and a kill count higher than the days she's been alive. Personally recruited by Kate Laswell herself, 'Smoke' is a Russian infiltration specialist, excellent at sniping, hand-to-hand combat and apparently earning the attention of a certain masked man. "You gonna kiss it better for me, L.T.?" A grin lolled on her lips. "God, how old are you?" He huffed out. "Old enough." The teasing tone sent shivers straight down his spine, the smile on her lips deceivingly innocent. Full-length summary in chapter one.