**Contains smut** Astaria is the newest team member of Task Force 141. She's a skilled fighter and the best of the best when it comes to gathering intel. When she meets Ghost, Konig, and Keegan, she can't help but fall for all three of them. Each one is different but she loves all of them. Ghost, Konig, and Keegan are a part of Task Force 141. When they meet Astaria, they instantly fall for her. She's sweet and kind but also tough and brave. Not to mention she looks like a goddess. They struggle to win her over. Who will win her heart? Will they all have to share her? Or will their fighting make them lose her forever? ✤✤✤✤✤ "Hey," I say and look up at him. "Don't you have a report to write?" I see his eyes crinkle and realize he's smiling. "Of course." He says. "But I figured you'd like the company." I smile and nod. "That's sweet of you," I say. "But you'll only distract me." He chuckles. "Sweetheart," He says. "If I was really distracting you, you wouldn't be able to talk." I blush. Oh fuck. I'm screwed. I'm fucking screwed so bad. ✤✤✤✤✤ This book is a work of fiction and contains smut and possible triggers. Please read the trigger warnings before continuing (they can be found in the Trigger Warnings chapter). I do NOT own the Call Of Duty franchise or its characters. I only own my own characters. Book cover art by @661ave (you can find them on Twitter, TikTok, and Insta). Love your work @661ave! Book word count: 33,126

Graves n'est pas mort, il as survécu. Ce n'est pas au goût de tous mais Hailey Jake's, lieutenant dans la 141 en décide autrement. Le pardon peut être accordé à tous.

« - Thompson, salua-t-il de sa voix rauque quand elle arriva enfin à ses côtés. - Ghost, répondit-elle. - T'as une mine épouvantable, fit-il remarquer. - Merci lieutenant... voilà une démonstration impressionnante de votre sens de l'observation, railla la jeune femme. L'armée devrait penser à vous recruter. Vous pourriez vous avérer utile. » • Fanfiction sur l'univers de Call Of Duty, remasterisé. • Les personnages hormis celui d'Annabelle ne m'appartiennent en aucun cas. • Quelques situations seront tirées de Modern Warfare II 2022

When an old recruit is sent back to task force 141 due to a looming threat, despite a promise that she'd never return due to one specific man. What are the odds that the two giants of the task force are destined to be hers, whether she likes it or not? Reader/König/Ghost fic This story will contain (eventually) EXPLICIT content PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A Soulmate AU (Soulmates in this story are discovered by physical touch past a specific age, then an instant emotional bond is formed. People may have more than one mate aka soulmate). All rights to characters go to Activision

Working for Task Force 141 has provided tough challenges and even tougher choices as Y/N finds herself being shared by two men but after a traumatic mission Y/N must fight against the struggle to keep her head above the water as she drowns in her own personal guilt. Will she have what it takes to survive being an operator for the Task force? Will she be able to break free and heal? It's my first fanfic but I promise it's good! Give it a chance!! All missions, intel, villians, and deaths are purely fictional and any likeness is purely coincidental. ⚠️18+⚠️ I plan to have a lot of chapters since this is a slow burn! :) The chapters aren't too long so don't be discouraged!! TW: Smut, gore, strong language, tobacco and alcohol use, sexual themes, blood, violence, knives, death, guns, heavy gore descriptions #2 - MW 🖤 #1 - Over18 #5 - Ghost 💀

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!

Konig X Reader

König, insertion specialist, is good at his job. Special warfare isn't an easy task, but König makes it seem that way. He doesn't have many friends, doesn't socialize, and he never shows his face. Certainly not to some random new girl that shows up, someone who is supposed to be telling him what to do. Flora Madden, operations intelligence specialist, has been in the service for three years. In those three years, she's quickly made rank, helped to manage several successful missions, and has impressed her superiors so much that they decided to transfer her to a different special warfare unit - Task Force 141. König doesn't think she is old enough, or experienced enough, to be part of the team. Flora doesn't like that they don't get along, simply for the fact that it makes things awkward. He's silent, so there's no point in trying to talk it out. Will he ever soften towards her?