Codfanfiction Stories

Keegan is a man with patience and has no issue waiting for what he wants. Not when it comes in the form of a strange and reclusive sniper Short

You've joined the 141 a little more than a year ago. Being one of the few females on the team never was a struggle for you, but you always had trouble to create a real bond with the other members. After you thought you've found your place, bonding with one of the newer members, everything went south and it was your time to make everything right again.

After being unexpectedly reassigned to Task Force 141, elite recon operative Y/N-codename Whisper-is forced to partner with the infamous and emotionally distant Simon "Ghost" Riley on a high-stakes mission deep in Eastern Europe. What starts as a routine infiltration quickly unravels into something far more personal when Y/N uncovers traces of a buried past-one that links a former betrayal to a growing threat against the task force. With secrets surfacing and trust hanging by a thread, Y/N must navigate both the battlefield and the shadows within-where alliances blur, danger looms, and even Ghost begins to show cracks beneath his mask. As bullets fly and loyalties are tested, the real mission becomes clear: survival isn't just about making it out alive-it's about finding who you really are when the silence breaks.

You've been dating Simon Riley for over two years now. It wasn't always easy, but it became even worse when you found out that you were pregnant and couldn't tell him, since he was already deployed for two weeks.

"Price had introduced journaling to me, which I find weird as none of the others had the same meeting. What I didn't know is how important it would be." This series creates a powerful yet heartfelt story, based within Ghost's point of view and his diary entries as Nora Frost, the newest member in the Task Force 141, comes into his life like a cold flame. Will the cold and cold finally create heat in both of their lives?

"Abby..." König felt like he had a lump in his throat. He didn't know how to continue his sentence. He didn't want to. He had to say something but didn't know what he to say. "So, you have fallen in love with Ghost?"

The two had a very soft love, one that wasn't harsh and loud. It was refreshing to see something so innocent in the chaos that was their day to day life. Nobody commented on their relationship, but they all enjoyed seeing the two act like lovestruck teenagers. The softness was a wonderful contrast to their jagged job. [WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING, CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, UPDOG JOKES]

The Call of Duty characters are reimagined as immortal deities. From Death to War to even Love, they individually find themselves in the thick of romance and grapple with the woes behind their gifts bestowed by the gods.

As a military soldier, life at work could be very demanding and challenging. But that was the cost of being a good soldier. A good sergeant, in fact. However, with life threatening missions and sly tactics that lead you, your taskforce and your country to victory...you meet a soldier. A soldier who makes your working life much more challenging than before and threatens your main objective. What will you choose? Your mind or your heart. (This fic doesn't really follow the Call Of Duty storyline) (I do not own any of the character of the Call Of Duty franchise)

Simon's earlier logic about you wasn't entirely a lie..it was more like half the truth , because and after learning about the months you spent in that hellish slaughterhouse , and after seeing the shadow of death circling above you while you are taking weak breaths like a wounded deer, he thought about leaving you to die face to face .. It was an unconventional human response, but it was his first instinct..a way of expressing an unspoken empathy and a desire to free you from misery forever. In Ghost's mind the idea began to crystallize-a notion that the age of miracles had not yet perished. This thought grew and took root within him much like a larva nourished by the unexpected when he had presumed that all prisoners in the camp were dead until his gaze fell upon your motionless body hugging the cold ground in terrible silence with the rest of the bodies

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