WARNING: This story contains dark themes that is NOT meant for younger folks. There are trigger warnings on chapters that need them, so please read at your own discretion. ○●○●○●○● "I know that Simon is still in there somewhere," Ellie replied shakily. "Every time I look at you, I see him. I don't see Ghost, the stone...
"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...
"I don't open up to people sweetheart, so don't think you're any different. You never will be." You are a Military Psychologist on base in London for the British Spec Ops task force 141. You've seen countless amounts of troops with all kinds of disorders, but none of them have ever intrigued you like Simon 'Ghost' Ril...
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."...
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...
*WARNING- NSFW, mention of sexual assault, mention of abuse, trauma Y/N joined the Military to get away from their abusive ex, after being in it for a couple years, they are moved to help John Price and 141. Y/N is cold hearted and thinks no one can be as heartless as them. Until she moves into Prices base and meets G...