There was blood on my favorite jacket. I hadn't washed it. Couldn't. It was still balled up in the bottom of my closet, stuffed under a pile of clothes I hadn't touched since Germany. The red stains had gone dark by now. Dried. But I could still smell it if I got close enough-metallic, sharp, like pennies and cold rain. I stared at it every night before I forced myself to sleep. I told myself I wouldn't forget. Wouldn't move on. Wouldn't heal. I didn't want to heal. I wanted revenge. And then something inside me snapped. Simon Ghost Riley x fem Oc I won't include the missions used in the Games. I read many Ghost fanfictions and almost every has the same missions so I'm changing that. I won't have an upload plan as well. I think it would stress me and i don't want to give you half hearted chapters so please, bear with me. SLOW BURN!!! (really slow) INCLUDES: SH SA TRAUMA SUICIDE FOUL LANGUAGE (maybe smut.. Idk yet) #1 simonghostriley ouf of 1,22k #2 ghostxreader out of 552 #4 callofduty out of 1,94k #4 Gaz out of 1,37k #10 price out of 1,51k #26 soap out of 1,64k

When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION