"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!

The mission was to extract information from an agent in jungle. Drop in grab the info from the location and quickly and quietly move through the jungle to exfil. Easy in out intel mission. But... She was so quiet I didn't even hear her, next thing I know I have a gun to my temple and a set of eyes fixed on me. She took the information package and was gone in seconds. But those eyes, she saw right through me just as I did her. Those few moments felt like hours. I can't get those eyes out of my mind. Three hours later she's waiting for me at the exfil site. I can't let her get to me, crawl under my skin. But I have to know more about her. Soap says she goes by Reaper and she's assisting the 141 in taking down a terrorist organisation. It's a big mission plenty of time for me to find out what I need to know, what's behind those eyes... before Soap gives her all my secrets. WARNING. This is a violent fanfic. Some of the things mentioned may be upsetting so please check before proceeding. Themes included are strong language, torture, rape, murder, killing, wounded victims, abuse, disassociation, drug use, paralysis, child abuse, panic attacks, suicide, weapon use. I will add more if they come up. This is a mixture of modern warfare characters and my own. I don't own the modern warfare characters.

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!

Simon Riley x OC 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, a specialized military medic, transferred to the skilled SAS unit: Task Force 141. She's agile, an expert, quick on her abilities, fiesty and strong - yet the most soft hearted woman on Earth, out of the field. Other than finding difficulty in picking up her own fragments and sticking them together to find a sense, she meets the complicated lieutenant of her team; a cold hearted man, who tries, forces his best to keep her away. But for what reason? Simon seems to be hiding something too precious. INCLUDES: - VIOLENCE - BLOOD - DEEP DESCRIPTIONS - SMUT (not suitable for minors) - MATURE LANGUAGE - ANGST NUMBER #1 in: Price [ 04-11-24 ] NUMBER #2 in: Gaz [20-11-24] NUMBER #2 in: Ghost [31-08-25]

Being a part of Captain Price's Special Task Force 141 was no easy work. Often away from loved ones for extended amounts of times, dropped in the middle of nowhere, with intelligence that could crumble life and society as we know it today or could launch another world war with only your closest battle buddies being there to support you; sometimes it was someone you had only known for six months being on your six and trusting they were going to get you out alive. Being killed or captured was always a threat and work was never easy. Missions often went sideways, and you sometimes only had the supplies in your bag with the clothes on your back. Blood often stained the hands of the members of the 141, they flirted with the grim reaper often, and any distractions could risk your life on the field. So why couldn't the tall Manchester rainstorm get the short Scotland sunshine out of his head? Copyright pxnkedniall Words: 92,330 Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan These characters are from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) developed by Infinity Ward and published by Activision Part 1 of It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) book two: The good I'll do https://www.wattpad.com/1306237308-the-good-i%27ll-do-ghost-x-soap-i

Myla - Merciful, soldier. 30 year old Myla Nash is an army medic, ordered reluctantly to team up with Task Force 141 - thankfully her combat expertise don't live up to the expectations of Captain Price & LT Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Her job is clear. Patch them up and send them on their way. But who will patch her up?

He was a monster in her eyes, and she was just some foolish girl for him. Their two worlds clash. They have a burning hatred for eachother, but they find it turning into some sort of sick and twisted attraction. Neither of them could deny the tension.

18+ | contains smut, emotional/psychological abuse, canon-typical violence | please read the first chapter for more information After a mission that didn't go exactly as planned, Ghost gets assigned a covert mission. But spying on a target who doesn't deliver is less intriguing than watching the beautiful, young woman across the street. Too beautiful to always be alone, too young to look this miserable. He couldn't help but compare you to a bird, a beautiful, magnificent one that was caged against its will, having its wings clipped by someone who didn't understand its urge to be free.

Arranged marriages happen for various reasons. Yours happened to be put into order to insure the alliance between Kortac and Taskforce141. A month prior to your wedding you were introduced to the man you'd be binding yourself to. Picture: 661ave

You're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE GOT NO CLUE, first of all. Like many, I have fallen for the boys and had this idea in my head for a long time now. The idea of Ghost being forced to go celebrate in a burlesque club with the others and how he would be so out of place there but trying dearly for Johnny. Since I couldn't find this type of story anywhere and i'm currently at home with the flu i thought okay so this is it? This is my moment? Keep in mind: •SMUT •FLUFF •English is not my first language and i haven't written fanfiction in years. •I don't know anything about the military and only have a little experience about how showgirls go on about their day so pls don't expect a super realistic story, we're literally just ballin. • 90% of this story will be heavily influenced by me listening to Portishead • Sweet comments & feedback motivate me to write, so keep em coming baby ♡ I HOPE U ENJOY THE DOMESTICATION OF SIMON RILEY ♡