You were twenty when you fell into bed with Johnny "Soap" MacTavish-two weeks of training, too much chemistry, and a stupid almost-relationship he walked away from "for your own good." Seven years later, you're twenty-six, deep undercover as Makarov's girlfriend. You live in his penthouse, sleep in his bed, and feed every secret you can to the only person who knows what you really are: Kate Laswell. You know exactly who he is and exactly why you're there... even as the lines between survival and comfort start to blur. Seven years ago he walked away. Now he's on the scope, you're in Makarov's bed, and this time Johnny MacTavish is not letting you burn. 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

Ellie McRae has learned to hide her pain behind a smile. Working late nights at a Glasgow bar, she keeps her bruises covered and her secrets buried-until one night, a stranger in a mohawk and a charming grin walks in. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish isn't the type to back down from a fight-or walk away from someone who needs saving. When he sees the fear in Ellie's eyes, he knows something isn't right. But getting through her stubborn walls proves harder than any mission he's faced. He offers her a way out. A new start. But joining Task Force 141 as their medic means stepping into a world of danger, discipline, and loyalty-a world where trust can save your life or break your heart. As Soap teaches Ellie how to fight back, both on and off the battlefield, he realizes the toughest mission of all isn't against the enemy-it's convincing her she's worth saving.

Caroline's a school teacher with no one left in her life. Ghost is a lieutenant of Task Force 141 who is cold to everyone. When they meet, they may have realized that they aren't so different in certain ways. • Contains: talks of abuse, violence, mature chapters This story does not follow the video games and has my own plot and story line. Ghost will also appear soft and a little different to his character. I'm trying lmao. I have little knowledge of military things so I will try my best to be accurate.

Simon Riley never forgot her. She made his childhood unbearable-the girl who smiled as she tore his world apart. Now she's on his team, unaware of the man behind the mask. The man remembers everything, and with every mission, the distance between them closes. The boy she tormented is gone. He's stronger than she now... and the one who once held all the power is under his command. --- ❗️Trigger Warning: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including school abuse, family abuse, substance use (such as smoking and drinking), sexual content, physical pain, blood, war, and criminal activity. Reader discretion is advised.❗️ This story is inspired by Ghost and Call of Duty, but the lore and events may not be completely accurate.

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕, 𝙰𝚀, 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍, 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟...𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗. *THE THIRD AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE GHOST X REAPER UNIVERSE* t.w// angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

When Johnny MacTavish returns home from deployment, the last place he expects to fall flat on his face is a dance studio. But after getting roped into picking up his twin nieces from ballet, he walks right into trouble-literally. You, their no-nonsense, glitter-covered dance teacher, who is not impressed by his boots on your polished floor, his tattoos, or his charm. Naturally, he's obsessed. 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

"Fuckin' hell." - Lieutenant Simon Riley, alias Ghost

"I didn't forget about that attitude you gave me earlier." My face went red as he looked at me in the mirror. I shook my head. "I didn't have an attitude." I snapped "Oh? There it is. Y/N is being a bad girl huh.." I bit my lip as his hand came to my inner thigh. I leaned against the sink and my legs trembled. Simon Riley & Y/N Fan fiction, it's kinda old and rushed so it's quite shitty but I hope you thirsty ghost simps enjoy (me too, me too)

Buying a house sight unseen was not on your bingo card for 2023, but neither was picking up and leaving the country in the middle of the night with whatever cash and money you had in your secret account that you kept separate from your husband. You'd had enough and you needed a fresh start, somewhere safer and far away from his bullshit. This led you to a small borough in Hereford in the UK. A place you'd always wanted to visit became your sudden refuge, and the man you meet changes your life for the better. Follow me on tiktok for faster updates! @stellar__luna (that's two underscores)

"I'm just trying to protect you" "I don't need your protection" "We'll that's too damn bad" - COMPLETED Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader enemies to lovers-ish campaign accurate (spoilers!) contains smut female reader