You are sent to force 141 to work on a misson. You will be working with 4 men ... Will you fall in love ? who knows Ps: This is based on a female reader, but you can change it to any gender or pronoun you'd like Maybe a little smut idk I'm hoping to reach 2.0k reads, but idm I'm trying to publish every day, but it's hard Not all of it makes sense, sorry Please enjoy

It's just me, myself, and my crazy self. That's all you need to know. - - - WARNING : Mention of suicide, mention of depression, brainwashing, controlling. > Does not follow the original Call of Duty plot. I suggest you not to read this because this is full of shite, I only write this one when I need a way to vent myself. So that's why it'll make no sense. All Call of Duty characters belong to their authors.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers fanfic. "Touching you was a bad idea." "The worst you've ever had." "Maybe I should stop." "If you do, I'll never forgive you." What happens when a blast from the past is the reason I get reassigned to Task Force 141? I was very clearly NOT what the men of 141 were expecting. I am not the man they thought was joining their group. Chaos ensues as we are tasked with tracking down four stolen missiles. Being teamed with these men was not what I was expecting. Especially catching the eyes of two notorious masked men.

You came from a very strict military family. They trained you since you could sit up. At 17, you enrolled in the army. Although, your family made you promise one thing before you left. You had to cover your face at all times. You agreed and wore a face mask everywhere. You exceeded everyone's expectations since you looked small and fragile even with daggers for eyes. After basic training, you were transferred to Task Force 141, where you were sent out within the first week you arrived. ~Looks~ 5'5 Thick Legs Small yet muscular arms Medium length hair Brown eyes Have fun reading

You were about 18 years old, and you were a handful, that's why your very questionable mother one day threw you out of the house. You left but that evening you heard explosions, your town was bombarded and no one survived making you the only one who was fortunate enough to not be there. You did anything to make money, even illegal things. Stealing, hacking... hurting... It didn't take long before Task Force 141 took notice of your actions. What will you do now that they are looking for you? Will you run? face them? Live? or die?...

"𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁." "𝗼𝗵 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵? 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆." 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.

On a mission Task force 141 were scouting out an abandoned city, in hopes of finding Intel on their most recent mission. Instead of finding intel, Ghost finds...you.

John Price x Reader. You had gotten familiar to the smell of cigars coming from him, you never minded, it reminded you that your were safe, from the world. Book is posted on Ao3 under the user Jed1council

a new member joins the 141 after the mission in Los Vaqueros many changes will happen as i am still updating and working chapters TW FOR THE FOLLOWING Self-harm Suicidal thoughts Implied SA Torture