He narrows his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone in your position." I scoff. "You're right. My bad. I should be more respectful to my captors." Soap pushes off the wall and stands up straight, his irritation evident. "You're not going to get a rise out of me. Save your energy." PLOT HEAVY ~ "Sometimes, the unlikeliest of alliances become our most reliable source of strength." ~ 141 BOOK 2 Cover render by 661ave 1 | #soap 1 | #callofduty 1 | #ghost 1 | #price 1 | #keegan

"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.)

Dearest Gentle Reader, It would seem that the Queen's latest diamond is no ordinary debutante. A beauty with wit enough to match, she has already caught the eye of London's most eligible bachelors - dukes, lords, and even princes. Yet society gasps not at her suitors of title, but at one man bold enough to steal a dance beneath the Queen's gaze and, scandalously, to send orchids to her very door. A soldier. Captain John Price, recently returned to London, strides into the ton with no pedigree and no patience for its games. And yet, he may prove the only man bold enough to win the diamond's heart. Will this Season end in triumph, or ruin? That, dear reader, is a tale I shall delight in telling. Yours most devotedly, Lady Whistledown 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

"You don't understand, little female. I am like a God to these people." Elodie is lost. Literally. After a massive adventure leads her to a strange planet with enormous alien men, she has few choices left. On the run from an aggressive male determined to mate her by force, she finds herself lost in the massive alien woods, terrified, injured, and alone. That is until she runs into a massive gladiator built like stone. Barre. Covered in scars and muscles, pain and fighting are all Barre has ever known. He's the most powerful being on the planet, but he stays hidden from society He enjoys his solitude, and his silence. He hasn't seen a female in years, but despite his affection for the tiny girl he finds in the woods, he can't keep one for himself. He has to return the little thing to the palace, that's where she belongs. A female has no place in his heart. A Heathen doesn't deserve love... right?

Anna enters a unit that asks for trust and doesn't offer comfort. Task Force 141 operates in the spaces where rules blur and silence is enforced. She expects discipline. Obedience . Survival. What she doesn't expect is resistance. Ghost keeps his world sealed. Protocol over instinct. Control over connection. Whatever she is to the mission, she is not meant to be personal. She is just an asset for a successful mission. But silence has a way of shifting. And sometimes, in the last place you expect it, something breaks the rules you've lived by. Number 1 in #ghostcod

#1 in Simon Ghost Riley rating 03.02.25 #1 in Price, Soap, COD rating 03.02.25 #11 in "Ghost" rating 17.01.025 She illuminated Task Force 141 with her presence like the bright sun on a hot summer day, but who could have thought that she could be a traitor? Having entrusted her with his past, finding a friend in her, he is forced to beat the information out of her, sparing neither strength nor blows. #20 in #Ghost 15.01.2025 #2 in #Price 15.01.2025 An excerpt: A small ritual she had been repeating for the past few days seemed foolish to many. Sometimes, even to herself. "Lor," a quiet voice behind her made her flinch. "You know the base is already lit up. There's no need to leave him a light on." "I know," she briefly glanced at all the lights around. Her tiny lamp made no physical difference amidst all that brightness. "It's a sign, Keegan. Leaving a light on for those who are supposed to come home." "You're waiting for him despite everything he's done to you? After all the pain you've been through?" he touched the bruise on her arm, fully aware that there were more she kept hidden. "Yes." Slow burn. Strangers to lovers to enemies. Cover : @irodawrites

With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity between her and her fellow task force Lieutenant. Despite the anger between them, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley --the grumpy-ass, arrogant, rude, frustrating, control freak of a man-- manages to distract her with his coffee-colored eyes and sinful touches, leaving her cursing him in more ways than one. But as the target terrorist organization avoids their grasp, he shows her exactly what she can have if she simply listens. ⁂ For anyone else who is feral over Simon Riley and enemies to lovers, this is for you ;) This story contains a lot of smutty chapters, however, there is still plenty of plot to go along with it. Chapters will be noted if they have smut... in case you're curious... This story does NOT follow the video games, ie. Soap's not dead <3 CW: cannon level violence, swearing, explicit sex, threats and inuendoes referring to SA *Warnings will be posted at the top of chapters. Excerpt: He turned to her then, stepping close enough that he brushed against her knees. "Is it possible for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked lowly. "What? Am I getting on your nerves?" His eyes narrowed at her. "You're gettin' close to an ass-chewing." "Can't handle a little banter, sir?" "You're insubordinate." "And you're sensitive." He let out a frustrated growl. It only served to encourage her. "You wanna take that thing off? It's hard to tell how you're feeling without seeing your face." A very obvious lie, especially when his eyes showed her everything she needed to know. He was pissed.

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

They called her Robin, a codename forged in fire, in survival, in resistance. Abducted as a child and used by the enemy that tore her world apart, Y/N L/N grew into a soldier who turned her trauma into strength. Years later, she's recruited by Captain Price for a mission that brings her face to face with the very past she tried to bury. Simon "Ghost" Riley never expected to care ... about anyone. But when Robin joins Task Force 141, her sharp instincts, biting wit, and haunted eyes break through the walls he's spent a lifetime building. Their partnership is volatile. Unspoken. Electric. As secrets resurface and shadows close in, the team is pushed to its limits ... and Robin must decide how far she's willing to go to end the operation that started it all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠️Warning⚠️ • Violence • Graphic Descriptions • Strong Language - (Offensive Language) • Sexual Scenes • Slow Burn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 👫Pairing👫 • Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Status: Ongoing • Started: 7th July 2025 • Finished: 9th October 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer • Based of Call of Duty Modern Warfare Games • Has mild connections to the game but won't follow any specific story lines.

When they first arrived we were the cattle, we were their prey, we were hunted for game and used to be hosts for their Xenomorph's. Now our governments, monarchies, and communists countries have all come to an agreement with them that they may be able to pick our women as their mates in exchange for advanced weaponry. . . . Nicole Flora Tsosie is an Alaskan Native on her father's side her mother is Mexican and after loosing them in a terrible accident she soon looses her Aunt Olivia and Uncle Robert to a fire all while loosing her older cousin Alexis to being the mate of one of those monstrosities. Now Nicole must fend for herself and her younger cousin Victoria as they both live in the wilderness of Alaska, but what will happen to Nicole when she finds herself being perused by none other than the thing she loaths most... Note I do not own Predators or the aliens just my Oc's. Thanks and enjoy the story!!! XD