As a criminal profiler, I'm trained to read minds, not fall for one. Assigned to Task Force 141 to catch a demon from Ghost's past proves more difficult than anticipated, because the masked man I need answers from swears he will never trust me. He won't even let me say his name. But, despite our mutual hatred, a spark kindles between us. And since fires don't ask for permission to burn... we're about to go up in flames.

As a Medical-Sergeant in the Special Forces, you're told to move units into what is known as Task 141... because they need a medic on their team to travel. The road immediately becomes rough when a human-trafficking lord becomes a large threat, your family in America breaks further, and your new lieutenant is something to talk about. (This is my story, but none of the characters are mine. Rightfully owned to actors and COD) Rated M for topics of human trafficking, child death, language, etc.

simon (ghost) riley x oc, use deadname remover or interactive fics, they're free chrome extensions! Sgt. A. McLaughlin, a mysterious 26 year old woman from ireland is a sergeant on task force 141, with a thick accent, and a kick-ass attitude, she manages to make her way through missions. nsfw warning! please for the love of god comment funny haha bits i live for reading your thoughts <3 content warnings: smut, injury, detailed descriptions of violence, horror, SH, suicidal thoughts and actions, gore and injuries, SA mentions, implied SA, ED behaviors, depression, graphic depictions of torture and violence, betrayal, heartbreak, and sad scenes <3 maybe some soap near the end i haven't decided yet xx started november 22nd. dec 11 2022: #1 call #1 ghost riley #1 codmw2 #2 lieutenant dec 19 2022: #3 cod #1 duty

A brilliant but guarded 22-year-old operative codenamed Shadow joins Task Force 141 to hunt Vladimir Makarov. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley instantly distrusts her. Too young, too confident, too much of a wildcard who somehow outranks him. What begins as icy hostility and sharp clashes slowly ignites into something far more dangerous: raw attraction neither can ignore. Tense training sessions, charged rooftop encounters, and stolen moments push them closer-until the mission goes catastrophically wrong. Makarov doesn't just want the 141 eliminated. He wants his "little shadow" back-the child he stole, shaped, and broke years ago. Captured and tortured, Shadow is rescued, but the damage is done. Trust shatters. Secrets spill. Ghost, haunted by what he's learned and what he almost lost, becomes fiercely protective. In the end, it's Shadow who faces her past head-on. With Ghost at her side, she reclaims her freedom-and perhaps something more. A dark, slow-burn military romance of distrust turning to obsession, trauma, revenge, and fragile healing within the 141. Content warnings: graphic violence, torture, rape/non-con backstory (off-page but explicitly discussed), childhood SA/trauma, PTSD, dissociation, consensual rough sex, power dynamics, blood, knife play (in sexy and violent contexts)

A short story collection of the cod characters ;) Recommendations are welcome !!

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

"He did that to you." It isn't a question. Get out. Get out. Get out. She shoves past Ghost, her shoulder knocking into him as she storms out of the room. Ghost doesn't move. He doesn't follow. Because if he does, if he gets too close, he doesn't trust himself not to fucking shatter something. Not to find Harlow and rip him apart piece by piece. Price watches him carefully. "Ghost." His head tilts, but his gaze remains locked on the door Jazminn disappeared through. "She's gonna make a run for it, ain't she?" Soap mutters, watching the door. Ghost finally moves, rolling his shoulders like he's shaking something loose. "Aye." Soap shifts. "Should we stop her?" "No." ***There are mature themes so please, please skip if hard topics will affect your mental health bby! (violence, abuse, depression, angsty smut and more TW :) 18+ FR baddies.)

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.

"No, I'm going to burn it down. If they can't do it right, neither will I." Kasandra Hearst. The myth that echoed around every barrack. Some say she went rogue, others say that she was the only one that survived. Raven fall wasn't supposed to have any survivors. That's what everyone was told. So what is she doing standing here? After being off grid for many years she gets called back by an old ally. Needing her help to make sure another team doesn't fall down the same hole she had. Task force 141. It will be worse than Raven fall without the help. Is what she was told. And instantly she came back out. Despite the ghosts she held in her, she meets a new one. And maybe, he isn't there to haunt like the others. But perhaps stay.

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. 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