Modernwarfare Stories

Her mask has no face. Her record has no failures. Her past is classified. Liv Schuyler is known as Razor-a masked officer and one of Task Force 141's most precise weapons. She never misses. She never explains herself. And she never takes off the mask. But silence has a cost. As missions grow darker and the pressure to remain in control intensifies, Liv is forced to confront the truth behind Razor: whether the mask is armor... or a cage.

These will be short story's and one-shots that contain fluff, angst, lemon, and lime. I will clarify what the story is beforehand just in case it isn't up your alley. I will also try to add and update every week. Thank you for choosing to read my stories!

Alana Ramos/Price ; Call sign- Reaper You enlisted in the military the day you turned 18. It was clear right away, you were a cold blooded killing Machine. Cold. Ruthless. You made your way up the ladder quickly. You rise up and go international, eventually making your way to KorTac. The elite of the elite. The best sniper in the world. An international threat requires you to pack up and help out a familiar face in Task Force 141. Where you come across the legendary Ghost. The cold and ruthless soldier who makes it his mission to break you. There's only room for one ruthless machine in Task Force 141, who will it be? Ghost isn't too happy about a new face coming around, let alone someone who has the same reputation as him. He makes it his goal to break you, that is until he comes face to face, or rather mask to mask with you. You become the first person to ever intrigue Ghost. Everything about you has him enraptured. He begins to experience new feelings like never before. And he becomes the first person to intrigue you, but you refuse to let him or anyone else get too close to your heart. You both get caught up in a tense personal and emotional battle. Who's mask will fall of first? Whose heart will defrost first? Can you find a way to work together, or will you both crash and burn, taking your team down with you?

A broken soldier and a captain, lovers on one side, comrades on the other. Will they be able to keep those two things on seperate ends? (English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if anything is written wrong) I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR PHOENIX

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader / OneShots An assortment of short stories. Only made this book because I had quite a few ideas of stories myself, however don't have enough time nor patience to turn them into full fledged books. Simon "Ghost" Riley OneShots, unless specified otherwise.

I obviously don't own any of the CoD characters or plot points A weapon, engineered and reared to kill turns on their captors who have taken advantage of them. And while most bad dogs get sent to the pound or the grave, this one ends up in more capable hands. Will their new teammates at task force 141 see past their fangs and claws, or will they just tighten the cuffs. What will happen when the second in command sees himself in their trauma responses, or when a charming first sergeant shows them kindness and sees first hand that even helhounds can be good dogs.

"Where I'm from, you always have to think outside the box. When you tag walls that you don't own, rob people that you believe are scum, or expressing yourself to be a true monster... that's what makes us different. That's what makes us who we are!" "It's the Will of the Sergeant to not lose themselves of their morals and dignities. Prestigious, Middle-Class, and Poor lifestyles don't display who you are. Charge through this perception and shape your identity." "Procedures push us back. We can't be sent in, half-assed, and expect things to go back to normal. No... I say we have to make our own choices. Doesn't matter about following the rules or what Command has to say. If we don't take risks and don't do what needs to be done, our hands will be bloody tied! - The journey never dies. Old friends never give up. Their deeds will become immortal. Following the adventurer's footsteps, the perspective shift gears as Hilda's driven to a world of war and learning that her fate has been sealed for the future. With the Will of a Sergeant becoming a code, it can help her uncover a mystery or discover what she - and her friend - had accept... to become Monsters. (Just to inform anyone reading, I do not own the rights. This is a fanfiction...)

"I don't hate you I just-" "You just what?! I don't fucking understand you Simon! You keep treating me like shit and I haven't done a single thing to you. If you want me out of the 141 it's not going to happen, I've earned my place here just like you and I'm tired of being treated like a kid because you feel superior to me, got it?" "I've fallen for you, McTavish" "...What do you mean, Lieutenant"? "I'm in love, _____, I've fallen in love with you" [...] (*internal screams*)

Discontinued because it doesn't match my writing style anymore.

"Can you see any future from up here?" This is the first Arknights fan fiction I ever wrote, and the first time I ever drove into the fandom/lore of Arknights, so inaccuracies in some parts are to be expected. But I have tried to make it as accurate as possible (I still haven't fully played the game yet, just watching a playthrough, anime, and story recap) It might not be good, but I hope you reader, would like it.

The last thing i remember is the unstoppable pain, hovering all over my body, the knifes and needles in my arms, legs, and neck, my nails getting pulled out, it was like a living hell, no, it was worse. But i didn't crack, not like he, and unfortinetly nor like my body, he was about to give me the last stab, finally freeijg me from this torture, but no, as i was closing my eyes, expecting the blade, it never came, beside that came a loud thud, and my dizzyness. After a second my eyes went blurry, my head hurt, and i blacked out.

Izuku Yagi was never meant to reach for greatness. His upbringing as a Quirkless person made it difficult for him to have a normal childhood, let alone having friends. He was fated to be obscured into background...until it said otherwise. A single event forced him on the run and uncovers a terrible secret that will lead nations into an all-out-war.

Based on the hit Call of Duty: Modern Warfare video games! Fan favorite character John "Soap" MacTavish is currently off-duty when he finds himself in the middle of a bank robbery. After rescuing Kate, a young woman who was used as a hostage, he decides to let her stay with him until she feels safe. When the stakes get higher, he even gets his best friend Simon "Ghost" Riley to act as Kate's bodyguard. It's when Soap decides to take Kate for a trip to his family's roots in Scotland that changes everything.

A short war fiction about US-Chinese Naval Warfare.Fan fiction to PW Singer and August Cole's Ghostfleet (2015) novel. This work is also highly influenced by hard-core techno thrillers of Tom Clancy and Harold Coyle. Author's note: Hello everyone, I'm a first time writer here in Wattpad. I really have no idea where to self-publish my ideas but I've decided to give it a try here. I'am a Filipino International Relations Scholar with particular interest in Global Defense and International Security. Growing up during my late teenage life was full of nerd and geek stuff. Expose to playing highly-immersive RTS game like C&C Red Alert and FPS Call of Duty got me into war gaming. Complemented with exquisite contemporary techno thriller novels of Tom Clancy, Harold Coyle, Max Brooks, PW Singer, and August Cole had me hooked in geopolitics. Early on after reading GHOSTFLEET, I've been planning to do a one shot story revolving around one random USN ship, but I've decided to just let my thoughts flow to me, and now we are here. It's gonna be a full blown fan fiction and I'll do my best to bring the greatest entertainment to fellow techno-thriller fans out there. I dedicate this story to all men in service, fellow techno-thriller fans, and to the brilliant pioneers of the genre; Tom Clancy and Harold Coyle.

When a young analyst stumbles upon an unusual discrepancy in military records, her curiosity leads her into a web of danger. As she delves deeper, anonymous threats begin to surface. Concerned but undeterred, she reports her findings, prompting her superiors to place her in a dedicated task force. Now, they must uncover the extent of the conspiracy and expose the shadowy figures behind it. (Ghost x OC - Slow Burn)

Cod Zombie characters, Modern Warfare, and an extra addition go on a road trip in a doctor modified Volkswagen beetle.

Task force 141 are on a mission in the south of Spain, when all hell breaks loose. Some sort of virus, a zombie apocalypse. They know they need to make their way down the coast line of Spain to get to a military base. Hazel Cruz, a 17 year old with a fiery personality. She was just on a girls holiday when the outbreak started. Now, she's travelling back to her home path. Hazel encounters 141, and they simply cannot let a young girl travel by herself. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Hazel is based pretty heavily off of Ellie from Tlou! if you see and grammatical errors that bother you, just lmk in the comments. hope you enjoy and i'll make an attempt to do longer parts to minimise ads. i'll also probably go between 1st and 3rd person POV.

The first input of my COD OC series, enjoy :)

How loved does someone have to be for another person's love story to be about them? How deeply would he have to matter for it to remain about him after his death? If you asked Nemain Gallagher, she could tell you in precise, unsparing detail why this story is not about her - or about Lieutenant Simon Riley. It isn't even about Vladimir Makarov, no matter how much blood he spills trying to make it so. The man at the center of it all was gone before the first chapter ever began - and yet nothing in this story exists without him. John "Soap" MacTavish was loved deeply enough to become the axis everything turns on. This is a story about grief, loyalty, and the choices made in the shadow of someone unforgettable. It follows a man with a mask who loved him so fiercely that even now, everything is still about him. The blood spilled in the name of vengeance. The sweat burned chasing his ghost. The tears shed for a man who will never see them fall. His love will never be received by the man with the tasteless mohawk. So what is left to do but redirect it? To aim it elsewhere. To give it to someone else, in another form.