**first person POV mainly, will switch to 3rd and others//smut warning! //graphic content warning! // 18 + warning, even tho I know ppl don't listen//like...all the warnings fr tho // reader discretion is advised// hope you enjoy it. Also please don't come at me over anything that doesn't add up w/ storylines, a lot of this is stuff I made up. This is all fictional, remember? This story has been brewing in my mind for months now, it's time to type it up and release it to the world.** Poison: Noun- A substance that is capable of causing the illness or death of a living organism when introduced or absorbed. She is deadly, dangerous, and cold. Her once bright personality was now darkened by trauma. Her humor, however, stayed. She would do anything for those close to her. Anything. Even after it lead to her demise. Moving on in life, she found herself on a new team, Task Force 1-4-1. Let the story begin. Slow burn

Slow burn, enemies to lovers fanfic. "You're a bitch." "You love a bitch" Ghost smirked, shaking his head as if in disbelief for falling in love with me Mentioning of: Blood Vomit Gore Assault Death (And other bad things that usually happen in a military environment. If you're easily impressionable please skip the chapters that may contain these topics.) Have fun Ciao ciao

John "Soap" MacTavish has hated you since the very first day you arrived on base and joined their Task Force. You argue all the time, and one day, it pushes Captain Price to his absolute limit. He sends you both away to an isolated cabin in the woods for a week in hopes you can put aside your differences and bond. Will it work? Or will you two just end up hating each other even more? This is a enemies to lovers fan fiction featuring Soap and you, the reader. It will be a slow burn, and Soap is going to be extremely rude to you for a while. The reader does go by the callsign "States" and has a slight background story, but it's not super important to the storyline.

"I don't open up to people sweetheart, so don't think you're any different. You never will be." You are a Military Psychologist on base in London for the British Spec Ops task force 141. You've seen countless amounts of troops with all kinds of disorders, but none of them have ever intrigued you like Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The way he's so reserved, strong minded, and kind of rude without a care in the world. You hope one day you can help him, but for now he is making it extremely difficult. (Please note that this fanfiction will contain some campaign spoilers but isn't exactly campaign accurate. Also, I know I know I've used an old Ghost picture for the cover but none of the newer ones were working for me, but this is definitely about mw2 2022 Ghost.)