Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader TW: Blood, Knives, Guns, Sex, Language, Stalking, Torture, Abuse, Manipulation, SH, Drugs, Pills You can imagine Ghost how you love him. 💜 Blurb: 🪻🪻🪻 Lynx, the best of the best. An asset who handed us intel no one else could find. One day, the messages stopped. No contact. Days stretched into weeks, weeks into months. Our missions started failing without Lynx's intel. So my team and I made a decision, even though our contract had one clear rule: Never try to find out who they are. Our only lead brought us to the deepest woods in Poland, to a hidden prison. That's how I got assigned by my Captain to get inside. I don't know their face, name. No one does... But I have to find them. Before what they know becomes a weapon. 🪻🪻🪻 AN: I'm BACK, with a new story. I'm so freaking exited for it. Englisch is not my first language. This story is completly my idea, meaning I don't follow the story and plots from the games. Complete Standalone. I hope you'll like it, I love it. *nervous chuckle* Likes and Comments are very welcome, please be kind tho 💜 xoxo, Alex Book 2

"Why can't you be what I want you to be?" "And what is it you want me to be?" That polite smile falling into a wicked smirk as those grey eyes darken like a storm approaching. "Mine." [Addams Oc×BlackOc] Warning: Mature Content, Sexual Themes, Possessive Disorder 18+ ~💀🩶🥀

As a specialist of war, you know how to keep your brother and his stupidities in check on missions. However, what you weren't prepared for was to be put in a team with him and a Lieutenant that has warnings written all over his mask. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're attracted to danger.

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.

Four-part series about how Soap accidentally discovers the relationship between the 141's medic and his Lieutenant.

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

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker. Warnings/Tags: Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, literally only fluff and banter, minimal angst, soft baby girl Ghost, asshole Soap, lighthearted, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, Gaz is just there because he's on the wiki I have no idea who he is, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), idk I'm sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV ! THESE ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS THAT HAVE NO TIE TO THE REAL-LIFE ACTORS. IF I CATCH YOU BEING WEIRD YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. !

After a small injury caused an entire mission to go south, Price begrudgingly requests a new member for Task Force 141, one with real medical experience. That's where you come in, your record has earned you the name 'Angel', and Price has high hopes you'll be able to keep the boys in check, but one particularly grumpy lieutenant isn't too happy with the idea of having a 'nurse' around over a stupid little mistake. So, Y/N are you ready to take this on? (TW: Self harm, scarring, blood, mentions of gore, death, sex (duh), past trauma, more will probably be added as the story develops) (I have yet to play the 2022 campaign so this will be completely non cannon. I kinda prefer it that way anyway :P)

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!

They call you Stalker; you're thought to be as one of the most cunning snipers around. The reason behind your nickname is that by the time you track down an opponent, they are already in great danger, and no matter what they do to try and avert it, you will always find them. One day, General Shepard gave you a temporary assignment to Task Force 141 because they needed someone to keep a close eye on them after their most recent mission, which was extremely risky and nearly disastrous. The blood of your victims scatters everywhere in a matter of seconds once your eyes are fixated on the target, which is impressive, but you feel absolutely nothing about it -not even the slightest shudder- and all but one person is intimidated by this, who is known for wearing a skull mask and his cold-heartedness. What could possibly go wrong? !CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! Although it's obvious, I would like to note that I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Y/N: ➤ There will be references to specific storyline aspects from the game, but certain plot points are entirely made up along the way