"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

**Simon "Ghost" Riley x You (Female named Harley)** You're a private military contractor who has been looking for Team 141 for a while now. You hope that by catching their best soldier, you can get the revenge you so desperately want. Are you going to be able to break him like you do the rest of the men you capture, or will you become submissive to him and do as he says?? **This story will be 18+ and it will be very detailed and gory**

A choice lingers-dangerous, inevitable. As Task Force 141's sniper, you've earned your place beside Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. But war shifts, and with it comes him. König. A hooded specter, unreadable, his presence just as commanding as the masked man already watching your every move-Ghost. Two shadows. Both relentless. Both drawing you in. Loyalty. Temptation. Fate. One will consume you. Who will it be? *Disclaimer* This is a fan fiction. I do not own anything but the character of "Zero" aka the reader and her story line. I do not own the COD story or it's characters. There will be violence and 18+ scenes in this story so please proceed with caution. The story will not follow the stories lines/missions from the game but will be made up of different missions. I do hope you enjoy!!

He narrows his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone in your position." I scoff. "You're right. My bad. I should be more respectful to my captors." Soap pushes off the wall and stands up straight, his irritation evident. "You're not going to get a rise out of me. Save your energy." PLOT HEAVY ~ "Sometimes, the unlikeliest of alliances become our most reliable source of strength." ~ 141 BOOK 2 Cover render by 661ave 1 | #soap 1 | #callofduty 1 | #ghost 1 | #price 1 | #keegan

It's not my fault I have to steal to survive. But why am I now part of 141, seriously, how did I get here? Book 2 is out.

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.