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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
Call of Desire
WARNING: I am in the process of editing and rewriting chapters to flow more smoothly. 12/36 Chapters Edited as of Oct 8 2025 This is a homosexual Call of Duty Modern Warfare fanfiction/romance between the characters Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish. There may be some inconsistencies between this fic and the canonical lore, so forgive me. There will be smut, fluff, and trauma mentions, and trigger warnings will be provided. There may be spoilers for the most recent games, so apologies. Holy shit we're at #1 in COD as of January 2023 0-0Complete
Serpents | GHOST x FEM!READER
BOOK 2 to Civilian! You left, choosing his safety over your happiness. But maybe.. that was the first mistake. ⚠️ This book will have triggering topics 🌶️ This book will have 18+ chapters I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK. THIS IS A FAN-FICTION FOR CALL OF DUTYComplete
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𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 | 𝑨 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 Destroying his body was the only outlet he knew. Memories of his past flooding in, darkening his mind. His sadness turned into anger, which led to his frustration and fear. The abuse, the pain, the nightmares. It all became too much for Simon '𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍' Riley. Until she came along, slowly entering his mind, fixing the pieces up of his shattered heart. _____ "Ghost," she pleads. His scalp burns as she threads her fingers through his hair and tugs. Twisting it in her fists and pulling him closer to her centre, forcing him to eat her the way she wants. He smiles against her, craving her neediness more than his own. "You like my mouth, Alessia?" Her head rolled forward from the pillow, her breaths heavy as she met his gaze. "I like your mouth more when you're using it to please me." He crooked his fingers inside of her, causing a moan out of her. "Does that please you, baby?" "Again." She ordered.
Who are you Ghost | Simon X Reader
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" an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg. a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak. " - simon 'ghost' riley x male!oc disclaimer: this book has themes of death and loss, depictions of PTSD, anxiety and other mental health issues. there are also themes of grooming and sa. If any of these things will trigger you, be warned. I wanna be clear in that this story contains canon divergence and simon may be considered ooc but this is simply for my indulgence :) I don't own COD just Matt and his storyline :) This is 𝙈𝙔 plot line and story, I won't tolerate theft.
black swan
"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of DutyComplete
love, simon. (simon 'ghost' riley x oc (read caption!))
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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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