A Call of Duty Fanfiction : Keegan Keegan Russ is no stranger to war. A former Marine Force Reconnaissance operator and deadly Scout Sniper, he's faced death countless times-but nothing could prepare him for this mission. Y/N, a combat medic and the last surviving member of her unit, has been held captive by ruthless enemies for months. Her comrades were all killed in action, their sacrifice now a grim backdrop to the twisted leverage her captors wield. The lines between ally and enemy blur in a world ruled by violence and betrayal. As Keegan infiltrates hostile territory to extract her, he confronts more than just gunfire and shadows. Haunted by his demons and the ghosts of past missions, he must decide how far he's willing to go to save a woman who may not be the innocent victim everyone believes her to be. In a battlefield where trust is a luxury and survival a brutal gamble, Keegan's mission becomes a fight against time-and himself.

Following the success of the 141, it becomes necessary to expand. Price, pre-occupied with following leads, tasks each of the men in turn to find a suitable addition from their batch of recruits. It's Ghost's turn, and he finds the perfect fit. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, slow burn, 18+

"He did that to you." It isn't a question. Get out. Get out. Get out. She shoves past Ghost, her shoulder knocking into him as she storms out of the room. Ghost doesn't move. He doesn't follow. Because if he does, if he gets too close, he doesn't trust himself not to fucking shatter something. Not to find Harlow and rip him apart piece by piece. Price watches him carefully. "Ghost." His head tilts, but his gaze remains locked on the door Jazminn disappeared through. "She's gonna make a run for it, ain't she?" Soap mutters, watching the door. Ghost finally moves, rolling his shoulders like he's shaking something loose. "Aye." Soap shifts. "Should we stop her?" "No." ***There are mature themes so please, please skip if hard topics will affect your mental health bby! (violence, abuse, depression, angsty smut and more TW :) 18+ FR baddies.)

Master collection of my one shot works about Simon Riley.

Simon can't fucking stand her. He needs control, and she's uncontrollable. That's why he has to have her. (A short one shot) Listen to while reading: Make Me Feel - Elvis Drew

The Federation has devasted the balance of life as the world knew it. In the ashes of their destruction, the nation's borders and the balance of global power have been redrawn forever. The Spec Ops "Ghost Team" may be the only chance to restore what has been lost, but no one knows if the famed team of legend is myth, or truth. Silva ("Diablo") is simply trying to survive in this new world, having to make her own way after leaving the military, but fate has other plans for her. Her past comes back to haunt her when she is reunited with her godfather, Captain Elias Walker, the only family she has left, and she is hurled back into the life she thought she left behind. What secrets will be revealed as they pursue a Federation Commander known as the "Ghost Killer?" Join Silva and her mysterious new team for a new twist on the COD: Ghosts storyline. Spice level: 4/5

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]

It took one night for him to be obsessed. And now his only goal is to make you his. TRIGGER WARNING This story contains sexual displays, deprivation of liberty, sexual assault and gaslighting. This story is not meant for everyone. I do not want to encourage anyone to imitate anything from this story.

Y/N is an incredibly talented sniper and is recruited to TF 141 where she fits in with everyone but Ghost.

Description: You and König room together on missions and begin to become very close with each other