As a specialist of war, you know how to keep your brother and his stupidities in check on missions. However, what you weren't prepared for was to be put in a team with him and a Lieutenant that has warnings written all over his mask. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're attracted to danger.

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

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!

You've just moved into your new apartment in London, excited but a little overwhelmed by the change. However, everything starts to feel better when you meet your friendly neighbor, Johnny. As you two become friends, the connection between you grows, and it feels like it might turn into something more. But then there's Simon-Johnny's mysterious friend and colleague. And even after a rocky start, you can't help but feel there's more to him than meets the eye. Will your friendship with Johnny turn into something deeper, or will you let yourself fall into the arms of the mysterious man with a skull mask?

They call you Stalker; you're thought to be as one of the most cunning snipers around. The reason behind your nickname is that by the time you track down an opponent, they are already in great danger, and no matter what they do to try and avert it, you will always find them. One day, General Shepard gave you a temporary assignment to Task Force 141 because they needed someone to keep a close eye on them after their most recent mission, which was extremely risky and nearly disastrous. The blood of your victims scatters everywhere in a matter of seconds once your eyes are fixated on the target, which is impressive, but you feel absolutely nothing about it -not even the slightest shudder- and all but one person is intimidated by this, who is known for wearing a skull mask and his cold-heartedness. What could possibly go wrong? !CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! Although it's obvious, I would like to note that I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Y/N: ➤ There will be references to specific storyline aspects from the game, but certain plot points are entirely made up along the way

I do not own these characters. Y/N was John Price's 'secret' daughter. When she was four her mother left John. But he never lost contact. When he had leave, he would always make sure to go see her. Since she's not twenty-one she has decided to live with her father. But a certain Scot falls head over heels for her. Smut. Age gap.

You've built an empire out of cozy vlogs, candid Q&As, and a million followers who adore how "real" you are-even when you're jet-lagged, spilling wax on your leggings, or eating takeaway in a hoodie. Manchester is just another work trip: collabs, content, and unboxings. But then you keep seeing him. The hooded masked stranger who passes you on rainy streets. He doesn't care about TikTok, doesn't ask for selfies, doesn't even tell you his name. He's steady, silent, and far too handsome for the mask and shadows he hides behind. 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