Lara "Wisp" Moore has been on the hunt for revenge for years, and when she finally gets it, the 141 is less than amused that she stole a kill from them and messed up their assignment.
When Cpt. Price finds out who she is, he recruits her, but there's a shadow always looming over her. A shadow that never takes off his skull mask.
Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers
Occasional fluff
Soap and Ghost are best friends
Content warnings: Violence, gore, torture, blood, talk of all types of abuse, eventual smut, König annoys the shit out of Ghost
MASSIVE TW if you have witnessed war, especially if you are from the Balkans.
Note: This is my first fanfic and published writing of any kind. English is not my first language, so please excuse my mistakes.
The games sadly make me seasick, but I have watched them on YT and am doing my best to keep it canon compliant by cross-checking with the wiki and the comics.
The goal is to finish the story at about 60k words.
Big shoutout to the many creators on TikTok, many of whom have inspired me and certain scenes, like "sebriley", "acidgryyn", "moleculeoftheday", "_shy_si", "clmeowtan" and especially "electronic.fish" who's basically carrying this on her back at this point, and generally the whole community on TikTok.
The Bullet's Whistle (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Fanfiction)
26 parts Complete Mature
26 parts
Complete
Mature
Samantha Hall is a highly skilled soldier who's been recruited into the Task Force 141 by her father, General Shepherd. She knows she'll have no problem fitting in, especially when connecting to the other comrades, except one thing challenges that...and his name is John MacTavish. With a stubborn and sarcastic attitude, "Soap" is sure to drive Sam to the brink of insanity.
Until he doesn't.
Now with a more meaningful relationship with the handsome soldier, Sam finds herself questioning the trust she has in her father, especially as he turns his back on his own men. In a war of alliances, Samantha finds herself stuck between two different worlds: one with Soap and one without.
Upon becoming part of a dangerous game, Sam is sure to stay with the men she knows best. Doing so will result in unprepared deaths and haunting twists, but Sam hopes the training instilled in her brain will help her evade the bullets whistling around her.
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WARNING- Will contain mature scenes that can include blood/violence, strong/offensive language, sexual activity, and alcohol/drugs. Read at your own preparation and discretion.
DISCLAIMER- I do not own anything related to Modern Warfare 2 or 3. That belongs to affiliates of Call of Duty and all game creators. However, Samantha, some plot, and some situations are my ideas entirely, so I reserve all rights to them. Please do not take without asking.
NOTE TO READERS- Thank you so much for the support and for continuing to read my stories. I truly hope you enjoy this fanfic from the traditional (2009) games that inspired me to write Call of Duty for y'all. I love each and every one of you so much!