A brilliant but guarded 22-year-old operative codenamed Shadow joins Task Force 141 to hunt Vladimir Makarov. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley instantly distrusts her. Too young, too confident, too much of a wildcard who somehow outranks him. What begins as icy hostility and sharp clashes slowly ignites into something far more dangerous: raw attraction neither can ignore. Tense training sessions, charged rooftop encounters, and stolen moments push them closer-until the mission goes catastrophically wrong. Makarov doesn't just want the 141 eliminated. He wants his "little shadow" back-the child he stole, shaped, and broke years ago. Captured and tortured, Shadow is rescued, but the damage is done. Trust shatters. Secrets spill. Ghost, haunted by what he's learned and what he almost lost, becomes fiercely protective. In the end, it's Shadow who faces her past head-on. With Ghost at her side, she reclaims her freedom-and perhaps something more. A dark, slow-burn military romance of distrust turning to obsession, trauma, revenge, and fragile healing within the 141. Content warnings: graphic violence, torture, rape/non-con backstory (off-page but explicitly discussed), childhood SA/trauma, PTSD, dissociation, consensual rough sex, power dynamics, blood, knife play (in sexy and violent contexts)

You and your daughter moved into a new house in a quaint neighborhood. Your next-door neighbor? Captain John Price. John Price x Fem!Single!Mom This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

When Johnny MacTavish returns home from deployment, the last place he expects to fall flat on his face is a dance studio. But after getting roped into picking up his twin nieces from ballet, he walks right into trouble-literally. You, their no-nonsense, glitter-covered dance teacher, who is not impressed by his boots on your polished floor, his tattoos, or his charm. Naturally, he's obsessed. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

I know exactly what this will cost me. I stay anyway. Mila Stoyanova is intelligence, control, and discipline-an officer who learned early how to survive by not needing anything. Two years inside Task Force 141 taught her how to hold her ground and never ask for more. Simon "Ghost" Riley was never supposed to matter. There are no arguments. No flirting. No lines crossed. Just tension that doesn't fade and attraction that refuses to stay quiet. The kind that settles in the body and waits. "𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." But some hills aren't meant to be survived. And this isn't nothing. (🤍 PIC CREDITS: @CHATSKAJA)

STORY ON HOLD. 🩶𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔵 𝔒ℭ 𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢🩶 Sergeant Kaia Russ and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley have been married for four years. It has been the most amazing 4 years of their lives, they are both perfect for each other...but both were always in the line of danger in their jobs...everything was perfect until a horrible accident caused problems in their lives... Will this trouble destroy them or bring them closer together than before? Who is behind all this? And why? "ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵃʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵏᵉ...ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵏᵃʸ...ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ..." 🩶

A Call of Duty Fanfiction: Ghost He thought she was gone. He mourned her. Then he saw her again-across the battlefield, wearing the enemy's colors. In this semi slow-burn fanfiction inspired by Call of Duty and a viral TikTok concept, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is forced to confront the one ghost he never expected to see again- you. After years of silence and grief, your reappearance on the wrong side of the war sends shockwaves through Task Force 141, but none more powerful than the ones ripping through Ghost himself. Torn between duty and the haunting memories of your shared past, Ghost begins to unravel the truth: what happened to you, where you've been, and who you've become. As trust is tested and loyalties blur, Ghost must decide if you're still the woman he once knew-or if the enemy has truly claimed you. Pain, secrets, and unfinished love simmer beneath the surface in this gripping story of reunion, redemption, and the fight to remember who you really are.

A Call of Duty Fanfiction : Soap John MacTavish, aka "Soap," is a Scottish Special Forces operative and key member of Task Force 141. Known for his speed and precision in urban warfare, Soap earns his nickname by "cleaning house" with deadly efficiency. Task Force 141 investigates "Exotic Beauties," a strip club, for sex trafficking. Among the dancers is Y/N, a talented performer who catches their eye. As Soap and his team uncover the club's dark secrets, they realize Y/N is crucial to exposing the traffickers.

A Call of Duty Fanfiction : Konig She arrived without a past or a single word. Her file? Redacted. Her skills? Unmatched. Her silence? Unshakable. Transferred into KorTac under a cloud of mystery, Y/N quickly earns a reputation as a deadly sniper with a body count that speaks louder than any voice ever could. Her face is hidden, her intentions unknown-and no one dares to get close. Except for him. König, the towering operator known for his haunted past, sees something familiar in her stillness. Something dangerous. Something beautiful. As the missions grow deadlier and secrets begin to surface, König becomes determined to uncover the truth behind the mask-no matter how deep he has to go. But in a world built on shadows and blood, trust is a weapon... and love might be the deadliest shot of all. A Call of Duty fanfiction full of slow-burn tension, sniper precision, and the unraveling of two masked souls who were never meant to be seen-until they saw each other.

You and the 141 are preparing for a mission in Europe. Laswell has sent the team in to work with Kortac in a temporary partnership. After you find Ghost with another woman, you run into a Kortac operator wearing a sniper veil, who you soon realize is a boy you knew from your past. As your friendship with him deepens, betrayal within the Kortac faction lurks in the shadows, and the road ahead is mired in chaos.

Her code name is Butterfly. She got the name from the time she killed ten full armored men with just a butterfly knife. Now she is joining taskforce 141 for a mission in Mexico. She quickly caught feelings for one of the soldiers, König. He seemed so emotionless so she decided hide away her feelings. It wasn't as easy as she had thought.