WARNING: This story contains dark themes that is NOT meant for younger folks. There are trigger warnings on chapters that need them, so please read at your own discretion. ○●○●○●○● "I know that Simon is still in there somewhere," Ellie replied shakily. "Every time I look at you, I see him. I don't see Ghost, the stone cold killer that is feared by every single soldier I've met. I see the hurt and broken man that created this character in order to survive the things he went through. To shut people out and push people away so they don't get scared of what they see." ○●○●○●○● Sgt. Ellie Collins knows numerous languages and is a hell of a sniper, which is why she got a call from her best friend Soap to help fireteam 141 with a mission. Her ability to speak so many languages quickly earned her respect amongst the team, save for one. Simon "Ghost" Riley. A man feared by any who dared face him, and someone Ellie could not crack. As a mission goes wrong and Ellie is left injured, she has to figure out how to get help to get back home.

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]