-TASK FORCE 141- *ghost x y/n*
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  • Reads 31,820
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  • Parts 25
  • Time 1h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jun 05, 2023
Story status: Back to working on it 🎀
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Just a little fanfic im writing in my freetime lol 
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basically just a female soldier joining task force 141 
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13+ (blood, battles, mentions of dr^gs, cartel, cussing, and ofc death)
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i have 0 experience with the british/mexican army besides MW2 so bare with me 
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Minor-Friendly, No MDNI/NSFW besides gore
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