After years of staying from apartment to apartment during his breaks from deployment, Simon finally decides to settle down. He purchases a house in a small town and, one day, walks into the cafe where you work. Initially drawn by your exceptional tea-making skills, he finds himself coming back every day. Although his excuse is the tea, deep down, Simon begins to feel a shift, a feeling he hasn't experienced in years - love. This fic is very much soft simon. A slow burn and Very fluffy!

He was a shadow who lurked in darkness, She was the light who illuminated his existance. He was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, She was the bane to his existance. He was a man after his own heart, She was his heartbeat. If he was winter, she was his spring, And he couldn't face it without her. Simon Riley was no stranger to loss. From the brutal murder of his broken family, to the life of every soldier snuffed out by the bullet of a faceless enemy. Having his loved ones, his friends unceremoniously torn away from him never got any easier. It wounded him in ways that, while not visible, cut him deeper than any knife ever could. The toll it took permeated every aspect of his existance, infiltrating his sense of self and dismantling his identity. A once deeply empathetic man found himself surrendering to indifference; suffocating meaningful connections before they had time to breathe. He sought solace in detatching himself from others before they could affect him deeply enough for their eventual loss to shatter what little humanity he clung to. Over time, a callous layer formed around Simon's heart- as though an impenetrable shield encased him. Throbbing emotional wounds slowly turned into numb scars, each one an indelible mark on his soul. It felt like he was drowning; being pulled under by an invisible undertow into the depths of sorrow. Every breath became a battle, each gasp a desperate attempt to surface above the crushing waves of loss. Through the suffocating darkness, there was no tranquility. No respite from the insatiable abyss that consumed joy and drowned laughter. It wasn't any one thing that slowly began to chip away at Simon's carefully constructed walls. By the time he became the cornerstone of Task Force 141, very few people knew the man beneath it all. The real Simon Riley, that was until, she came along. Story will include slowburn and erotica. Cover pic by Tumblr: @mentovska

Rebecca Cross, a wartime journalist, gets sent out to rural Peru. Here, her security unit gets taken out almost on arrival, leaving her stranded at the local US Embassy. At the Embassy, she meets Task Force 141, led by John Price. TF141 agrees to replace her security unit, in exchange for her inside knowledge about the ongoing conflict in Peru. Additionally, all flights out of the area are cancelled, which leaves both parties stuck in the midst of civil war. With nowhere to go and nowhere to turn to, Rebecca accepts her dependence on the men of TF141, even if their Lieutenant 'Ghost' seems fully on board with leaving her to die.

Lieutenant Ruby Laswell, is the daughter of Kate Laswell, and is called to join task 141. As Ruby works her way through the mission to take down Hassan and the destruction of America and the world, she is met with a few battles that sets her back. The motive to get her kidnapped mother back, some mysterious masked man with an unbreakable ego, and hidden family secrets.

As Mel lost her wallet she didn't knew how this would change her life drastically. As she meets the grumpy but nice Simon she gets pulled into things she didn't knew could happen.

Idk man just trust me and read it. I'll be sure that you'll enjoy it

"Come near her again, and I'll bury you so fucking deep, no one will ever remember you existed" Adira Blair, callsign Rival, never needed anything handed to her. She clawed her way to the top, outclassing even the deadliest men in a male dominated world. Her rage, though, got her transferred from five different bases, they tried to contain her. All failed. Her anger made her a problem. But kill count made her a legend. The safehouse wasn't ready for her. Especially not Ghost, a 6'4 fuse ready to blow. Towering, volatile, and feared by everyone but her. Their tension isn't just fire, it's warfare. And the battlefield is wherever they stand. Most feared him. Rival didn't. Maybe because she saw too much of herself in him. The heat between them wasn't just tension, it was dangerous. To them. To the team. To anyone who stepped too close. She wasn't built to follow. She rose through the ranks by breaking rules, beating odds, and burying anyone who doubted her. Captain Price wanted the best. That's why he sent a dozen emails to drag her into Task Force 141. She walked into the safehouse like a loaded weapon, unapologetic, unbreakable, and untouchable. Before 141, she dominated every unit that tried to tame her. Now she's with the only team reckless enough to unleash her, and she's about to prove why you never mess with a soldier who has nothing left to lose. And if anyone thinks they can control her, they better be ready to bleed. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR CERTAIN PEOPLE. PROLOGUE AND OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK CONTAIN DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE, ASSAULT, AND ALCOHOL USE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Jamie Hendricks is an AWOL Helicopter Pilot hiding in the American wilderness when suspicious helicopters are spotted over her office. Her involvement and her dark past draws the attention of Task Force 141. In exchange for not getting court martial, she is recruited and trained to be a killer just like her enigmatic, dark, guiltless new lieutenant... while she fights off the demons of her past while trying to fight for her future, she's drawn into Ghost's darkness and he's drawn to the flame she continually hides from him. Light and dark collide like fire and gasoline, explosions and death are bound to follow. This story is based completely off of the COD MWII game, along with parts of the story of my own included. I do not own nor created any characters from the game. Written from Jamie's POV with some of Ghosts POV. TW: Please be aware, this story includes references to sexual assault, graphic violence, murder, cursing, blood, torture, graphic descriptions of sex, smut, mutual pinning (18+ ONLY) This is a SLOOOOOOOOW BURN. Enemies to squad mates, squad mates to lovers... very little fluff, lots of angst.

Two very different Task Forces, two Captains and two Lieutenants with one objective: kill Makarov. Will they manage to work together and complete their mission? [Soap x OC] [Ghost x OC] [Roach x OC] Set during the events of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO CALL OF DUTY, EXCEPT FOR MY OWN CHARACTERS All Rights Reserved