"It's Not Real."

"It's Not Real."

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 23, 2025
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Fanfic
Call Of Duty
Horror
Psychological
The weak link. Thats all you were. The only female operator within a sea of males. You were quick and agile yes, but when it came to close combat you were nothing compared to their brute size and strength. That was your downfall. Days, weeks. Never ending. You spent your time in Kortak's hands enclosed in darkness, moved every few days so that your team couldn't pinpoint your location. A bargaining chip.. A toy for them to play with.. Their leverage against the all mighty Ghost. When you were finally found due to a mistake on Kortak's end you were in shambles. Flinching away from even the slightest of touch from your husband, Ghost. You could barely even leave the barracks on your own without being sent into a panic. It wasn't safe for you to stay in the service. Months of therapy, countless bottles of small blue pills, never ending night terrors. That wasnt the worse part. No, nowhere near. The slight movements out of the corner of your eye, the faint sounds of footsteps when you were sure you were alone in the house, the creeping feeling someone was watching you. He still haunted you. Your memories, your every waking thought, your dreams, every breath you took was laced with his presence. He was the monster in your mind. Forever there to stay.
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Ghost was a soldier built for silence, a man who belonged to the shadows, but you cut through him like light he could never dim. You were meant to see through him, to study his mind and keep your distance, yet he couldn't stop watching, couldn't stop circling closer. Nights on base stretched long and restless, your name humming through his thoughts until obsession no longer felt like a sin but a necessity. To him, you weren't a psychiatrist. You were the cure, the weakness, the one thing he would never release. And he would have you, one way or another. Disclaimer: None of the Call Of Duty characters were created by me, I have no problem with people using my story for anything just please let me know beforehand! This story will start out romantic but lead into the realities of obsession and may seem glorified from his point of view but I am absolutely not romanticizing abusive situations. This is a slow burn so if you're looking for strictly spice this story is not for you lol.

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