You didn't know how you got where you were now. One minute you were in your apartment, and the next you were laying, chained to a concrete wall with a major headache and no memory of what happened. You were able to move a little bit, but not more than a few feet. You could hear cheering through the concrete walls that surrounded you. What you couldn't see, however, was the mountain of a man watching you from the shadows of that room. (König x Reader)

Modern Warfare 2 (2022) zombie AU: Task Force 141 comes home from the warfront only to find home irrevocably changed, regardless of any good they did abroad. This isn't "just another lockdown" as they expected. This is a menace that they were never trained to handle, and couldn't have prepared to face. So they might as well stare down the end of the world together. Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (reboot) Zombie AU. Also published on AO3 with my other short-form fic.

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.

Ghost was always cold and distant to those around him, never fully opening up. Soap was someone that struck a distant memory in the British male. Ghost not fully understanding how Soap was achieving this locked away emotion. Not wanting to open up after what happened the last time. With miscommunications and mixed signals, it almost seems hopeless for the two. It only led to the worst mission that Ghost could face. One where it would prove if the other has grown soft or keep on a straight face.

The two had a very soft love, one that wasn't harsh and loud. It was refreshing to see something so innocent in the chaos that was their day to day life. Nobody commented on their relationship, but they all enjoyed seeing the two act like lovestruck teenagers. The softness was a wonderful contrast to their jagged job. [WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING, CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, UPDOG JOKES]

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

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.

Male reader is traumatized and he forcefully refuses Ghost and Soap's affection even in his sleep. Later, Soap found out something horrible going on with him and told Ghost about it.