The whole time helping him you couldn't stop but notice the way he looked at you, especially your back side when you leaned down to put the bags on the ground. "Thank you rookie. Good luck" A last smile on his lips before you walked back to your group. God, he really was beautiful. Hoping to see Kyle again you thought about contacting your uncle trying to get more intel about the gorgeous stranger. _____________________ Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick slow burn. TW: Mention of Smut, Death, Gore, hateful speech, War, Weapons more to come in the chapters. She/her Pronouns No description of skin colour, height, body type etc. reader is their own person if either you want to imagine yourself or an OC feel free. No description of civil clothing style as to my best abilities I am not fluent in english, mistakes will happen don't be shy and tell me if any major mistakes appear. Active cod player here, book will be based on the story and a made up storyline. Has parallels to my Desire of love soap x Reader fanfiction. Book has no spoilers just description of past character development.

When you and Kyle met in high school, neither of you expected to have such a long and extensive history together. The type of lore you subtly drop to your grandchildren. From making foolish promises under the shade of a plane tree to becoming soldiers ready to take a bullet for each other in a heartbeat. **"You're a tough cookie," You snorted. "Tough enough to keep you in line, maybe." "Exactly," he said with a grin, his gaze sliding over to meet yours. "We'd make a good team, yeah? You and me, back to back. Out there kicking ass and saving the world or whatever." You sat up, brushing grass off your arms. "Alright, Gaz. Let's make a deal. If one of us joins, we join together. No excuses." "Deal," he said without hesitation, holding out his pinkie. You blinked at him. "A pinkie promise? Really?" "It's legally binding," he replied, deadpan. You huffed out a laugh but didn't leave him hanging. With a roll of your eyes, you hooked your pinkie with his.** Slice of Life is an exploration of friendship, love, and the sacrifices we make for the ones we hold dear. It's a quiet tale of those moments that shape us-some of them full of regret, others full of the quiet joy of knowing you're never truly alone.

Simon Riley x OC 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, a specialized military medic, transferred to the skilled SAS unit: Task Force 141. She's agile, an expert, quick on her abilities, fiesty and strong - yet the most soft hearted woman on Earth, out of the field. Other than finding difficulty in picking up her own fragments and sticking them together to find a sense, she meets the complicated lieutenant of her team; a cold hearted man, who tries, forces his best to keep her away. But for what reason? Simon seems to be hiding something too precious. INCLUDES: - VIOLENCE - BLOOD - DEEP DESCRIPTIONS - SMUT (not suitable for minors) - MATURE LANGUAGE - ANGST NUMBER #1 in: Price [ 04-11-24 ] NUMBER #2 in: Gaz [20-11-24] NUMBER #2 in: Ghost [31-08-25]

Rora Wells was one hell of a woman. A woman who left havoc and chaos wherever she went, and laughed Death in the face. That was until she met Simon Riley, who was like a cold, stone wall in the middle of the tornado she caused, unaffacted by anything and everything. But that was just the surface. Because Simon Riley learned soon enough why storms are named after people, because Rora Wells was a cold wrecking-havoc. [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. ▨▨▨▨▨ Enemies to lovers. Grumpy x sunshine. Betrayal. Lies. Slow burn. One hell of a fight for a happy ending. ▨▨▨▨▨ call of duty: MWII & III fem!oc x simon 'ghost' riley buckiplier © 2023 ⋆｡°✩*️✮⋆｡°✩ I do not own the rights to any Call of Duty characters, only my own & the original plot to this story.

Y/n has been running away for ages. Trying to survive, trying to forget the past. But things turne, as she meets Cassidy. Turning her life, thoughts, and feelings upside down.

You are the daughter of the famous Jack Morrison, will love save you? Or will you destroy it completely. I dont know, you dont know, no one knows.(welp i suck at descriptions, since this is my first story) Btw the real story will start at the explosion, will prolly start a little later on...its more of storytelling, than the actual love thingy but i dont know we'll see in the future, i guess. Oh and i know this isnt the real lore in the game, its my story (with inspiration from others) and it will be my story.. thanks (hopefully i didnt sound like a bitch) I DONT OWN OVERWATCH AND I DO NOT OWN THE ART IN HERE they righfully belong to the talented people out there somewhere in the world.

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.