Santana was happy with her life. She had a supportive family, a great-ish income and a loving boyfriend, and she loved to help people. That was why she assigned herself to a program where she would be paired with a random soldier to be their pen-friend. Santana never knew that it was possible to fall in love with someone's words, but John MacTavish just proved her wrong. And when sunshine meets sunshine, a solar flare was guaranteed. [soap mactavish x fem!oc]

After an unexpected wake up call, Y/n "Luna" MacTavish gets dragged along on one of her brothers ever dangerous missions. With Graves and his shadow's on her tail, Luna has to rely on a mysterious masked man for her own survival.

Yael Williams, an emergency surgeon at the Royal Infirmary Hospital in Manchester, is haunted by a painful past. Dedicated to her work, Yael is brilliant and tenacious. However, her traumatic past has made her introverted and distrustful. A chance encounter with the young and outgoing British SAS sergeant John MacTavish upsets her balance, intertwining her destiny with his. A deep connection develops between them, an instinctive attraction that challenges their fears and insecurities, leading Yael to break the only pact she made with herself years earlier. But the shadows of the past loom large. Yael's work confronts her with suffering and pain on a daily basis, while John constantly teeters between life and death. Will their relationship become a safe haven, a port to call home after the storms of life? ______________________________ Johnny Soap MacTavish x fem!OC Romance. Slowburn with loads of fluff, spicy moments and a little bit of angst. A new chapter every monday.

Ghost looked around," Soap, do you copy? " He spoke in his transceiver, he waited a few seconds' before pressing the button again trying to get a connection through to his Mate," Soap? Do you copy? Where the hell are you?" A shaking and sobbing soap answering" Ghost I need your help, y/n was hit I don't know where I am, I just ran trying to save her." Another sob followed" She isn't responding I don't know what to do, there is b-blood everywhere" Ghost eyes growing bigger "Alejandro get your men out of here I will find soap as fast as I can if I have not returned with him and y/n in 30 Minutes I want you and the rest to leave we will find our way back" Ghost said his voice Monotone, Alejandro nods after Ghost stopped him from saying another word his heavy footsteps leaving the bloodbath. "Soap, I want you to talk to me" He spoke in his transceiver. Looking around. " What can you see" "I see a gate not the one we came through, it is open" Sobbing following his words. "Okay Soap, I am on my way, keep talking to me. How is she." ____________________________________________ Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x Fem Reader She/her Pronouns No description of skin colour, height, body type etc. reader is their own person if either you want to imagine yourself or an OC feel free. No description of civil clothing style as to my best abilities I am not fluent in english, mistakes will happen don't be shy and tell me if any major mistakes appear. Active cod player here, book will be based on the story and a made up storyline. Has parallels to my Left without Hope Gaz x Reader fanfiction. Book has no spoilers just description of future character development.

Ghost x OC Simon Riley is a deadly soldier by the name of 'Ghost', feared by any who he'd consider an enemy. Brooklyn Laswell is an undercover agent who's been guarded her whole life. What happens when the two meet, and neither can deny the attraction and tension building between them? Guess you'll have to find out ;) Hope y'all enjoy! I do not own any characters or other information from the Call of Duty Franchise, only my own OC's and Plot. Started: Mar 27, 2024 Finished: Apr 14, 2024

Rora Wells was one hell of a woman. A woman who left havoc and chaos wherever she went, and laughed Death in the face. That was until she met Simon Riley, who was like a cold, stone wall in the middle of the tornado she caused, unaffacted by anything and everything. But that was just the surface. Because Simon Riley learned soon enough why storms are named after people, because Rora Wells was a cold wrecking-havoc. [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc]