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]

A slow-burn Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II story - told through your eyes. Book 1 and 2 combined You weren't supposed to survive that sniper's bullet. You weren't supposed to matter to him. But Ghost saved you anyway. Now, thrown together on a mission where you must pose as husband and wife, the lines between orders and desire blur. Behind the mask is a man you should never love-cold, broken, dangerous. And just when you think you can trust him... the real enemy is already watching. Finished November 2025 Cover made by @Felicity14445

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