"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲" "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩.. 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤" ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ At twenty-seven, (Y/N) is done. Done with doubles. Done with understaffed night shifts. Done with scrubbing questionable substances off hospital walls. Her quirk-Chiropractor, the ability to relieve pain and tension with a touch-might make her a miracle worker, but it can't save her from burnout. She's exhausted, sarcastic, and one cracked vertebra away from quitting healthcare entirely. Then life throws her the world's most explosive curveball: She moves into the house right next door to Bakugo Katsuki-now the No. 5 Pro Hero, fully grown, annoyingly gorgeous, and carrying a secret guilt he's tried to bury for years. They haven't seen each other since their early twenties. Since that night. Their reckless, drunken, unforgettable one-night stand. To her? It was hot, wild, and not worth a shred of regret. To him? It was a mistake-not because of her, but because he thinks he didn't treat her right. Didn't ask her out. Didn't make it special. Didn't deserve it. And now that she's back in his life, his guilt turns into something unexpected: Homemade bentos. Left on her doorstep. Every morning. Like an apology he can't stop giving. But as her terrible shifts pile up, her quirk starts easing his old injuries, and their tense doorstep conversations turn into something dangerously warm, one thing becomes clear: This isn't about regret anymore. It's about healing-his body, her burnout, their past. And maybe, if the universe doesn't interfere first... something worth fighting for.

A new recruit to the 141, you have to navigate the new environment while dealing with the insufferable Ghost who won't stop watching you and possessive König who quickly becomes your comfort as you set out to prove you are not the sum of your last failed mission. Slowburn and long story. Warning: Eventual smut, descriptions of past physical torture, PTSD, strong language, consensual rough smut. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the COD characters or COD MWII campaign story

A Ghost/oc fan fiction "I See you, little shadow. And I'm never letting you fade." Nora Ashton knew what she signed up for when she joined Task Force 141 - blood, grit, sacrifice. But nothing could've prepared her for him. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley: war-hardened, cold, brutal... and the man who unknowingly claimed every shattered piece of her. Their relationship is a secret - forbidden by protocol, sealed by silence, and smothered under the weight of their trauma. He never lets her stay the night, never lets her close, yet he's always there in the shadows, protecting, possessing, watching. But war doesn't just scar bodies - it haunts souls. As missions grow deadlier and their bond deeper, Ghost's obsession becomes as dangerous as the world around them. And Nora? She keeps crawling back, craving the pain if it means feeling his touch. She's the lamb in love with the wolf. And he'd rather destroy the world than lose her.

"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞." "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞." "𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲." ⋆｡°✩ Saval is a female warrior of the Mangkwan Clan-Varang's most loyal blade. Ruthless in execution, quick in judgment, and trusted to survive alone where others would burn. But most importantly she is sent to spy. Instead, she is captured by the Metkayina clan. Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto, is ordered to guard her-to watch her, to decide if she is worth keeping alive. He wants her gone. She is everything he despises: ruthless, cold-blooded, and-by his belief-a disgrace to Eywa. This is a slowburn enemies to lovers story ⋆｡°✩