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𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑵 '𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻' 𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ghost died in the incident, along with the mask that is now gone. Even though he's free from his bonds, Simon still lives in the shadows. The paradise they've known is over; someone out there knows he's still alive. And they are coming for him. He's gone to face them alone, just one last promise to fulfill. But before he leaves, he finds her-just before midnight-for one last kiss. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ After the incident, Val and Simon retreat to build a life that they have been hoping for, starting from zero, all over again. But every step forward brings questions they never asked, secrets they never revealed, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Because coming back to life was only the beginning. Now they have to figure out how to truly live it-together... or not so at all. [Sequel to Midnight Lips] ೃ⁀➷ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝗺𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐧

Rora Wells was one hell of a woman. A woman who left havoc and chaos wherever she went, and laughed Death in the face. That was until she met Simon Riley, who was like a cold, stone wall in the middle of the tornado she caused, unaffacted by anything and everything. But that was just the surface. Because Simon Riley learned soon enough why storms are named after people, because Rora Wells was a cold wrecking-havoc. [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc]

(𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐎𝐂) ❝︎Have I ever told you that I dislike you very much?❞ ENDURE IT AND SURVIVE. THOSE we're the words that echoed in her mind like a curse as she made it through life. She had learned quickly that life isn't always about living, but simply surviving. And even though life tried it's hardest, there was no way Mallory Adams, better known as Phantom was going to die before she allowed it. ❝We both know that's not true.❞︎

There was blood on my favorite jacket. I hadn't washed it. Couldn't. It was still balled up in the bottom of my closet, stuffed under a pile of clothes I hadn't touched since Germany. The red stains had gone dark by now. Dried. But I could still smell it if I got close enough-metallic, sharp, like pennies and cold rain. I stared at it every night before I forced myself to sleep. I told myself I wouldn't forget. Wouldn't move on. Wouldn't heal. I didn't want to heal. I wanted revenge. And then something inside me snapped. Simon Ghost Riley x fem Oc I won't include the missions used in the Games. I read many Ghost fanfictions and almost every has the same missions so I'm changing that. I won't have an upload plan as well. I think it would stress me and i don't want to give you half hearted chapters so please, bear with me. SLOW BURN!!! (really slow) INCLUDES: SH SA TRAUMA SUICIDE FOUL LANGUAGE (maybe smut.. Idk yet)

"You're in 141 now, Ace. There's no place for being gentle here," His eyes dance across my face but come back up to my eyes as he waits for a response. I swallow the lump that has inevitably formed in my throat, "It was only training. You slammed me against a wall of a 1-by-1 closet," I lean forward, engaging in this stupid game that he has started. "Don't act like you weren't into it," He tilts his head back, his eyes showing an expression that I haven't seen on him before. • Ghost x fem • SLOWBURN • In progress • 18+ Highest ranking: #1 | Callofduty #1 | Modernwarfare #1 | Cod #1 | Simon #1 | Price #1 | Gaz #1 | Keegan #3 | Ghost #2 | Codmw2 COVERART by GhostWolf - loneghostwolf88

As a specialist of war, you know how to keep your brother and his stupidities in check on missions. However, what you weren't prepared for was to be put in a team with him and a Lieutenant that has warnings written all over his mask. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're attracted to danger.

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem OC. ❝I am rotten. How can you see the good in me?❞ 𝑺𝒄𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏, a tough and cold SAS soldier, haunted by the dark past and her demons. She's back on her tracks in Captain Price's team, to catch a dangerous threat: Vladimir Makarov. But the demons are still there, in her head, around her, in everything she sees or hears, in every moment. TF141 just want to let her feel comfortable around them, to welcome her in their small family, but all she can see is betrayal. Everywhere. She's a walking mystery, cold, reserved, tempting like a siren, and Simon can't help but feel tempted by her. [ The story follows MW3's storyline, missions, characters and cities are all taken from the game except for some changes and additions I did. ] INCLUDES: - SWEARING - MATURE CONTENTS - SMUT - VIOLENCE - ABUSE TW ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ NUMBER 1# in cod NUMBER 2# in call of duty NUMBER 1# in Ghost NUMBER 1# in Simon Ghost Riley NUMBER 1# in Price NUMBER 1# in Soap

With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity between her and her fellow task force Lieutenant. Despite the anger between them, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley --the grumpy-ass, arrogant, rude, frustrating, control freak of a man-- manages to distract her with his coffee-colored eyes and sinful touches, leaving her cursing him in more ways than one. But as the target terrorist organization avoids their grasp, he shows her exactly what she can have if she simply listens. ⁂ For anyone else who is feral over Simon Riley and enemies to lovers, this is for you ;) This story contains a lot of smutty chapters, however, there is still plenty of plot to go along with it. Chapters will be noted if they have smut... in case you're curious... This story does NOT follow the video games, ie. Soap's not dead <3 CW: cannon level violence, swearing, explicit sex, threats and inuendoes referring to SA *Warnings will be posted at the top of chapters. Excerpt: He turned to her then, stepping close enough that he brushed against her knees. "Is it possible for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked lowly. "What? Am I getting on your nerves?" His eyes narrowed at her. "You're gettin' close to an ass-chewing." "Can't handle a little banter, sir?" "You're insubordinate." "And you're sensitive." He let out a frustrated growl. It only served to encourage her. "You wanna take that thing off? It's hard to tell how you're feeling without seeing your face." A very obvious lie, especially when his eyes showed her everything she needed to know. He was pissed.