18+ | contains smut, emotional/psychological abuse, canon-typical violence | please read the first chapter for more information After a mission that didn't go exactly as planned, Ghost gets assigned a covert mission. But spying on a target who doesn't deliver is less intriguing than watching the beautiful, young woman across the street. Too beautiful to always be alone, too young to look this miserable. He couldn't help but compare you to a bird, a beautiful, magnificent one that was caged against its will, having its wings clipped by someone who didn't understand its urge to be free.

"Is that why you never smile anymore?" "Hm." Contains smut!!

SFW chapters marked ❕ NSFW chapters marked ❗️ These oneshots only include characters from the MW2 campaign for now. • There IS a lot of dirty smut right off the bat, be ready and read at your own risk. • Written in "you" format rather than "y/n" •NOT intended for minors.

You have kept your relationship with the lieutenant a secret. But it seems like he is done being your secret...

Ghost and König fight to be your very best friend, always bickering with one another. But today, they were getting along...

You join Task Force 141 and are already making enemies. With your own teammate. Will you ever understand each other? Or will you continue to hate one another...

˙° ʚ . •.°.• . ɞ ˚˙ 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦... 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 '𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥' 𝘰𝘧 𝘠/𝘕𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧? \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 2013, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐦𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞... ❕🄶🄾🄰🄻🅂❕ 100 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 10 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 200 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 20 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 300 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠✔︎ 30 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 400 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 40 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 500 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 50 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 600 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 60 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✔︎ 700 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 300 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ✖️ 800 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 900 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 1k 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 2k 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 3k 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✔︎ 16k 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 ✖️

THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO. I HAVNT DELETED IT SINCE ITS DONE QUITE WELL AND STILL GETS COMMENTS AND READS SO I WONT TAKE IT DOWN. AND YES. I KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"