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Quiet Tension by victoriamcclain01
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Simon "Ghost" Riley is friendly enough. He's a killing machine, one of the primary members of Task Force 141. He takes pride in who he is and what he does, and loves a good challenge. When someone comes into his life that's a little too challenging, well... he doesn't like it. Ivy Cavanaugh is strong-willed and smart. As a cyber-security professional, she's placed with one of the most intimidating teams: Task Force 141, in order to impact their success in the field. Some may say she's stiff and unfeeling, but she doesn't like when people swerve into her lane. Certainly not when they're a cocky special forces operator. The two meet, and despite Ghost's best efforts, clash. Can they work things out, or will it be tense forever?
Coffee shop| Simon Riley x Reader by JMRsith
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After years of staying from apartment to apartment during his breaks from deployment, Simon finally decides to settle down. He purchases a house in a small town and, one day, walks into the cafe where you work. Initially drawn by your exceptional tea-making skills, he finds himself coming back every day. Although his excuse is the tea, deep down, Simon begins to feel a shift, a feeling he hasn't experienced in years - love. This fic is very much soft simon. A slow burn and Very fluffy!
Red Fox of the 141 - OC Insert by onyx_snek
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Mackenzie O'Connell, callsign Vix, is a skilled Staff Sergeant and Special Forces candidate with the US Army. On the day of her selection test for the SF, she is approached by none other than Kate Laswell and Captain John Price. A once-in-a-lifetime meeting leads her to become the last addition to the elite team, Task Force 141. What will her journey be, and where does she stand within a team consisting of callsigns like Gaz, Soap, and Ghost? - Follows COD:MW2 Reboot timeline for the most part and is written from Kenzie's perspective. Crosspost of my fic on AO3 under the author name jmrlife I do not own the COD franchise and its characters, only my OC and the plot points created by her involvement
In The Company of Your Shadows || Phillip Graves x OFC [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] by Moexran
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[This story is under edit] 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘š π‘Žπ‘  π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿ, β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”. In the midst of a world filled with deception and lies, would her loyalty shine through the darkness of his shadows? or would she drown in the abyss. Shadow! OFC x Phillip Graves
Recruit 2162 | Ghost x Reader by dutchvanderwinkle
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Following the success of the 141, it becomes necessary to expand. Price, pre-occupied with following leads, tasks each of the men in turn to find a suitable addition from their batch of recruits. It's Ghost's turn, and he finds the perfect fit. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, slow burn, 18+
The Sergeant and His Flower 🌼 (Soap MacTavish Γ— Reader) by cakeistastyaf
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(Quick Disclaimer: I have never written a story before so this is completely new to me) This is a romance between Soap MacTavish and Reader (I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS USED THEY ALL BELONG TO CALL OF DUTY EXCEPT FOR MY OC)
A Designer Dress From Heaven and Your Dirty Wedding Ring by HalfMothHalfMan
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141 Mafia!AU Mob Boss!Price x Singer!Reader -- Your father had told you stories of the famous club, The 141, when you were a child; you remember the admiration- and *jealousy*- that laced his voice as he weaved tales of smoky backroom poker games and men who'd skin you alive for looking at them wrong. You hadn't believed him then, assuming it to be like all the other fairytales and war stories he told from that worn leather armchair- exaggerated tales meant to teach you lessons he himself never followed. Now that you're here, though... You'd expected better security.