Y/n is a the last recruit left on base, becoming a part of the 141 team temporarily until they transfer out.
It's been two years since and y/n has managed to make the base feel like home. Soap and Gaz have become the annoying big brothers they always wanted when they were younger. Price has unknowingly taken on a father role, constantly texting y/n "Have you eaten yet," or "Text me when you make it back to base, or I'll send one of the boys to check on you."
She didn't mind though. Y/n has never had a place that felt like home before and this was the closest they've come to it, even if it's temporary, even if she's temporary.
But there's one person that she can't seem to get along with. Constantly fighting him no matter what punishment he dishes out in retaliation.
Maybe a sick part of her liked his punishments, or maybe she liked pushing him to his limits.
A man, who time and time again gets her kicked off missions because "She's not ready" according to his standards.
Y/n was tired of it and this would be the last time he gets her kicked off a mission, she'd make sure of it.
Everything was going to change... and it did the moment she step foot into that ballroom prepared to flirt with the enemy, while wearing a dress Ghost wanted to rip off of her.
Siren | A Ghost x Reader x König Call of Duty Fanfiction
35 Kapitel Laufend
35 Kapitel
Laufend
Slow burn, enemies to lovers fanfic.
"Touching you was a bad idea."
"The worst you've ever had."
"Maybe I should stop."
"If you do, I'll never forgive you."
What happens when a blast from the past is the reason I get reassigned to Task Force 141? I was very clearly NOT what the men of 141 were expecting. I am not the man they thought was joining their group. Chaos ensues as we are tasked with tracking down four stolen missiles. Being teamed with these men was not what I was expecting. Especially catching the eyes of two notorious masked men.