A Ghost's Second Chance{Call of Duty Fanfic}

A Ghost's Second Chance{Call of Duty Fanfic}

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 28, 2022
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Fanfic
Call Of Duty
{This is a rewrite of my fanfic on my Main Fanfic account} First Lieutenant Simon Riley also known as Ghost was on a mission to recover data from one of Makarov's hideouts on the Georgian-Russian border in the Caucus mountains. However him and his team were betrayed by a man they thought they could trust. General Shepherd betrayed them and killed him and his pal Roach and had their bodies burned. Though this wasn't the end for Ghost as after he died he found himself waking up in the arms of a strange woman who he's never seen before not only that but she was much taller then him. It didn't take him long to realize he was somehow a baby again. For Ghost had reincarnated into a new strange world! Will he be able to survive?
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He was a shadow who lurked in darkness, She was the light who illuminated his existance. He was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, She was the bane to his existance. He was a man after his own heart, She was his heartbeat. If he was winter, she was his spring, And he couldn't face it without her. Simon Riley was no stranger to loss. From the brutal murder of his broken family, to the life of every soldier snuffed out by the bullet of a faceless enemy. Having his loved ones, his friends unceremoniously torn away from him never got any easier. It wounded him in ways that, while not visible, cut him deeper than any knife ever could. The toll it took permeated every aspect of his existance, infiltrating his sense of self and dismantling his identity. A once deeply empathetic man found himself surrendering to indifference; suffocating meaningful connections before they had time to breathe. He sought solace in detatching himself from others before they could affect him deeply enough for their eventual loss to shatter what little humanity he clung to. Over time, a callous layer formed around Simon's heart- as though an impenetrable shield encased him. Throbbing emotional wounds slowly turned into numb scars, each one an indelible mark on his soul. It felt like he was drowning; being pulled under by an invisible undertow into the depths of sorrow. Every breath became a battle, each gasp a desperate attempt to surface above the crushing waves of loss. Through the suffocating darkness, there was no tranquility. No respite from the insatiable abyss that consumed joy and drowned laughter. It wasn't any one thing that slowly began to chip away at Simon's carefully constructed walls. By the time he became the cornerstone of Task Force 141, very few people knew the man beneath it all. The real Simon Riley, that was until, she came along. Story will include slowburn and erotica. Cover pic by Tumblr: @mentovska

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