𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 18. 𝙰𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚂 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 141, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕, 𝙰𝚀, 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍, 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟...𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗. *THE THIRD AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE GHOST X REAPER UNIVERSE* t.w// angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Trigger warnings: trauma; mentions of mentally and emotionally abuse, suicidal thoughts; nudity; implicit content. Age recommended is 18+ but who gives a damn about it really? Madison MacTavish, an ordinary doctor who ends up becoming a military Doctor for her brother's crew. Thats when she finally meets him, the coldest, strongest man alive. The man she falls in love with. Will she confess? Will he share her feelings?

"He's a Ghost." "I don't believe in Ghosts." "You will soon enough." °·°·°·°·°·°·°·° Sometimes you don't believe in Ghosts until you become one. *Oh god, the amount of grammar mistakes I have are embarrassing. Not too noticeable if you read at 3am with one sleepy brain cell. It was my first fic at 15, have some mercy. Not beta read because I will die a strong woman.* #1 in Bucky on February 23, 2019 #1 in Barnes on May 10,2018 #1 in Civil War on July 25, 2018 #7 in Steve Rogers on August 2, 2018

🍋 | Signing yourself up for the military at 25, graduating at the top of the class; they were impressed. Life was never fair, this was self discipline. At what cost? Even then, you found yourself looking at life a little better at the end. Excelling quickly, you find yourself at Base and in Task Force 141. (Slow climax, a lot of details/story telling. In for a ride as I literally spill every single bit of knowledge I got to make this story a work of art (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ #SimpforGhost Story Rankings #1 MarineCorps #8 TaskForce141 #1 Lieutenant #2 Writing Contest #1 Writing Challenge

Ghost and X's story became one whispered among soldiers, a tale of unlikely allies and the strength found in embracing obsession, however unconventional it may be. Though Ghost never quite understood the depths of X's initial fascination, he appreciated the loyalty and unwavering support that came along with it. Their partnership stood as a reminder that even in the darkest corners, there is room for compassion and understanding. And as the rain continued to fall, Ghost and X vanished into the shadows, their bond forever etched in the annals of military legends and the hearts of those who understood the power of obsession turned into something more meaningful.

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!

Just a ordinary night until