Ghostcod Stories

Task Force 141 Personnel Notice Mission Status: Complete. Leave Status: Approved. Housing Assignment: Updated. Omega Assignment: Three. No operational briefing could have prepared Task Force 141 for Violet Ivy Thomason. A Comfort Omega who fills empty rooms with flowers, fresh bread, warm blankets, and quiet conversations. While two omegas count the days until reassignment, Violet unknowingly becomes the heart of Den 141, giving six battle-worn alphas something they haven't had in years: A reason to slow down. A place to rest. A home worth protecting. Because some battles aren't fought with rifles. Some are won with kindness.

"Private (Y/n) (Y/l/n) Call sign Rain. Came all the way here from Detroit. Helleva good shot for a private. We got no other option" I joined the military when I turned 17. It's all fine I guess... I didn't enjoy it. No one joins 'cause they want to. I did my job by staying low and taking frustration out in the shooting range... Then I got the attention of the higher ups... So now I'm headed to the UK on task force 141. (Slow burn) (Fem reader)

being a housewife in a small village has its perks. namely Simon Riley. brave soldier playing house. cw: cheating, faint misogyny in the background and my bad english

❝ You only love the image of me you've created inside your head.. you never truly loved me,.. . . . did you? ❞ α gнσѕт ησνєℓ . ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ! ៚ All characters in the story (except oc') belong to the developers of Call of Duty. ៚ Further chapters may contain mature themes so please read w/ caution. ៚ Please do NOT steal the storyline. ៚ May or may not rewrite soon. . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟓/𝟐𝟒 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟓/𝟐𝟒 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 :

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Ghost and Reader

It was supposed to be a quick job. Shouldn't take Ghost longer than a week. Abducting the wife of a known gambler who took a loan from the wrong people. If the guy paid off his debt in time, he'd get you back in one piece, and if he couldn't... Well, then he'd get your hands in a pretty cardboard box while Ghost had to dispose of the rest of your body. - It was slightly concerning to admit, but this wasn't your first abduction. Your husband had a habit of angering the wrong people and because this world is unfair, you were the one that had to deal with the consequences of his irresponsibility.

Ghost x reader. Y/N and ghost.

Simon is out at a stag party for Prices upcoming wedding when he suddenly comes how early with something important on his mind that he needs to see you to say. Is he just drunk or is it something more?

In the early 2000s, the only way to communicate with your loved ones was to write a letter from them, which you loved.every month, you sent a letter to your older brother. "John Mactavish," but one day you received a letter from someone named "Ghost," and you have no idea who it is. Is he a stranger or a soulmate?bestowed upon you by the universe?

When Task force 141 go out to celebrate a successful mission, when a waitress catches Ghost's eye. Will he succumb to his feelings and finally open up to someone after years of keeping to himself, or will he ignore these sudden feelings?

Hidden love between a lieutenant and his captain's daughter is not easy to hide, especially when on line is life. Not when one of them is kidnapped by enemy number one.

<p>She was the Rosaria.<br /> The Living Cross.<br /> The flesh-made covenant between Heaven's silence and Earth's hunger.<br /> They called her the Consecrated Lamb, the chosen wound, the girl crowned in thorns who walked barefoot through ash to remind the world what obedience costs.</p> <p>All her life, she condemned in the name of the Shepherd -<br /> not a metaphor, not a spirit, but a father of blood and a god of flesh,<br /> a man who preached fire with honey on his tongue and touched salvation with hands that reeked of salt and iron.<br /> She was born beneath the vaulted shadows of his sermons, cradled in incense and screams,<br /> her name whispered like a hymn and a threat.<br /> To be Rosaria was to die beautifully, over and over, for others.<br /> To kneel until the bones bled.<br /> To smile through the sting.<br /> To be watched. Touched. Worshipped. Broken.</p> <p>She had never known a world without devotion.<br /> Without discipline. Without divine pain to stitch her skin to her soul.<br /> She did not dream. She recited.<br /> She did not cry. She repented.<br /> And when her body trembled, it was called ecstasy.</p> <p>So when Task Force 141 breached the gates of her sacred prison,<br /> when boots shattered relics and bullets sang through stained glass,<br /> she did not scream. She did not flee.</p> <p>She stood still.</p> <p>Barefoot in the dust.<br /> Eyes open like wounds.<br /> Lips sealed like a tomb.</p> <p>And martyrs do not run.<br /> They await the knife.</p> <p>But Ghost - the soldier with the skull for a face,<br /> the man who carried death on his back like a second spine -<br /> was not the executioner she had been promised.</p> <p>He did not speak in scripture.<br /> He did not thirst for her blood.<br /> And when he looked at her, it was not with hunger, nor pity, nor awe -<br /> but with something far more dangerous.</p> <p>Recognition.</p> <p>As if he, too, had knelt before an altar that never loved him back.<br />

Various oneshots of wide variety, will include; hurt/comfort, hurtnocomfort, crackshots, romance no plot, romance with plot, character death, serious character injury, mentions of physical abuse, mental disorders, trauma, and of course lots and lots of lovey dovey shit. *I do take REQs, Criticism and, Input of any kind. I would appreciate if pro/comshippers stayed off my posts! I will not be writing anything that is considered 'Taboo' as most of it makes me uncomfortable.

"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?"