You never thought you'd be more than just a Artillery and Missiles Officer, you never thought you actually go out into the field in the midst of war. That all happened in the matter of a seconds. Suddenly you're apart of Task force 141 searching for a shipment of highly dangerous missiles that never arrived to their destination. What could go wrong? |I do not own any of the MW Characters, nor do I own you lol but the story I have created, I take full ownership of that!|

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!

"Come near her again, and I'll bury you so fucking deep, no one will ever remember you existed" Adira Blair, callsign Rival, never needed anything handed to her. She clawed her way to the top, outclassing even the deadliest men in a male dominated world. Her rage, though, got her transferred from five different bases, they tried to contain her. All failed. Her anger made her a problem. But kill count made her a legend. The safehouse wasn't ready for her. Especially not Ghost, a 6'4 fuse ready to blow. Towering, volatile, and feared by everyone but her. Their tension isn't just fire, it's warfare. And the battlefield is wherever they stand. Most feared him. Rival didn't. Maybe because she saw too much of herself in him. The heat between them wasn't just tension, it was dangerous. To them. To the team. To anyone who stepped too close. She wasn't built to follow. She rose through the ranks by breaking rules, beating odds, and burying anyone who doubted her. Captain Price wanted the best. That's why he sent a dozen emails to drag her into Task Force 141. She walked into the safehouse like a loaded weapon, unapologetic, unbreakable, and untouchable. Before 141, she dominated every unit that tried to tame her. Now she's with the only team reckless enough to unleash her, and she's about to prove why you never mess with a soldier who has nothing left to lose. And if anyone thinks they can control her, they better be ready to bleed. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR CERTAIN PEOPLE. PROLOGUE AND OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK CONTAIN DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE, ASSAULT, AND ALCOHOL USE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

You're a new recruit and Ghost does not like you one bit. Updates will be slow cause idk wtf I'm doing in this book.