When Ghost joined the Task Force, he was little more than a shell of the man he once was. Hollow, heartless, numb: He accepted this as his reality. Little did he know that some people have a way of filling that void.

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.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MWII CAMPAIGN WITHIN Hassan was dead. Finally. But of course, there's always more. Shepard. The bastard. It's SoapxGhost MWII fanfiction, it's gay. Cover by AndyAArts.

WARNING: I am in the process of editing and rewriting chapters to flow more smoothly. 12/36 Chapters Edited as of Oct 8 2025 This is a homosexual Call of Duty Modern Warfare fanfiction/romance between the characters Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish. There may be some inconsistencies between this fic and the canonical lore, so forgive me. There will be smut, fluff, and trauma mentions, and trigger warnings will be provided. There may be spoilers for the most recent games, so apologies. Holy shit we're at #1 in COD as of January 2023 0-0