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

Insane. That's what the other soldiers called Analaya. She was almost... too happy to be there, in the midst of chaos, killing. Slipping out of 'suicide' missions, bruised and bloody, but always alive. Always smiling. And always alone. Until one night there's a fault - and it leads Laya to meeting a team just as messed up as her. 'There's no better place for crazy than 141.' ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ But among finding friends in her new task force, she also finds stronger feelings - hate - for her Lieutenant; Simon Riley. He's always there, with his dry remarks and watching eyes. But she hates him because he sees something behind her unbreakable facade. She had ran. Maybe... technically 'missing' to some. And Ghost continues to uproot her of her old life, bringing up memories that were supposed to remain forgotten, bringing up problems. Problems that cause her to stumble. And Laya never falls. So begins her descend to madness and wrath. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Analaya knew why she was here... And this was the last place they'd look for her.

He was built for war. She was forced into it. He hides behind a mask. She's the only one brave enough to look past it. Five months ago, Lily Porter was vacationing with her friends in Mexico. Now, she's forced to marry the most feared operator of Task 141 to protect the team and to survive. Thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, Lily must train, adapt, and learn to survive beside the most dangerous man she's ever met. She's new to the battlefield, untrained but fearless. Her bravery disarms him; her heart undoes him. She sees it all - the man behind the mask, not just the soldier, and the mask that hides more than just a face. He's lethal and trained to bury every emotion. Until her. As her past claws its way back in the form of an ex who wants her dead and enemies once thought gone forever rise again, Lily is thrust deeper into the dark, brutal reality Ghost lives in. Every order. Every operation. She refuses to be just another mission. She fights, bleeds, and earns her place beside them all. Every battle, every scar, every quiet moment in the dark, pushes them closer to the edge: trust, danger, and something unexpectedly deeper neither of them dares name. As bullets start flying and the past reveals its ugly face, Lily must learn just how thin the line is between duty and desire. Because the closer she gets to the masked 141 soldier, the more that line devastatingly begins to blur. - DISCLAIMER - This book is based off the 2023 CoD: Modern Warfare 3 game. Certain situations will take place during the campaign yet also stray from it too. WARNING: there will be violence, heavy language, traumatic events, and all of the other things included in the game. I do not own anything related to the Call of Duty game or its franchise, however Lily and other characters along with some plot points are mine so please don't use them without permission. Thank you for the support and please enjoy!! ~ SEQUEL TO BEHIND THE MASK ~

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

"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.)

Ripley spent her life uncovering the past, but some things were never meant to be found. Now, a war is coming. The Task Force 141 needs her expertise. But what they don't know is that she's fighting a battle of her own. Because the thing inside her isn't just waking up. It wants control. ⋆༺𓆩𓆪༻⋆ Simon 'Ghost' Riley × Fem OC Fantasy Slow burn [I do not own COD caracters, nor the Enchantress] 🥇in #taskforce (OMG?🤭) 🥇in #johnprice (hehehe) 🥇in #gaz 🥇in #ghost 🥇in #simonghostriley 🥈in #enchantress 🥉in #soapmctavish -COMPLETE-

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader. This will be spicy slow burning romance between you and Lt. Riley, one of your colleagues in task force 141. 18+ warning (violence, harsh language and smut, and more. read at your own risk) First time writing fanfic and I barely know how to use this app and english isn't my first language, so please bear with me, I will do my best! These stories are not following any of the actual stories in Activision's games, all credits to them for making the characters and universe.

'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in the cafeteria Ghost had been targeted by some higher ranks for his 'snarky' responses You felt like there was gasoline pumping in your veins, fueling you and setting your skin on fire as you itched to make them hurt. You eyes glared and your jaw clenched as you wanted nothing more than to hurt those motherfuckers, humiliate them the way they had your Lieutenant." •Slow burning relationship. •Mature/offensive language. •She/her Pronouns.

Ghost hates how carefree the new recruit is, he wants her to see the harsh truth and he'll force her through hell himself just to tear her down. 'Know your fucking place in this team' Ghost spat acidic words. 'You listen to me, or you take the consequences and fucking trust me' he hums amused. 'You won't enjoy it one fucking bit, so shut that fucking mouth, sit still and do you damn job.' sadistic /səˈdɪstɪk/ adjective deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others. ||This promotion was something unexpected, a new and big opportunity to prove myself a worthy and capable soldier. However my own team has intentions to never let me reach my potential, I am a replacement to them and a useless one at that.|| anguish: /ˈaŋɡwɪʃ/ noun noun: anguish; plural noun: anguishes severe mental or physical pain or suffering. angst /aŋ(k)st/ noun a feeling of deep anxiety or dread 【Heavy angst】 + 【slow burn】

What happens when you come to visit your dad for a week at base but you cause too much trouble so Ghost is tasked to look after you?