Callofduty Stories

task force 141, a military group filled with monsters, or hybrids as some called them, their elite and some of the best in their field, ghost the wraith hybrid, soap the charming werewolf, Gaz the beautiful harpy and Price the rather intimidating dragon hybrid. what happens when you, a civilian find one of them injured and bleeding out? how will this choice effect you, and your love life?

You're well-known for taking things into your hands, at least that's what you were told, people on the streets, know you as 'Stone' You gather information, kill, spy or rescue for what your clients pay you for. No one knows what you actually look or sound like, so it's perfect for you to hide. One day, you found yourself wanted by the government. Now, task 141 is in charge of finding you and bringing you in alive. I don't own call of duty, the characters, and pictures!

In space, no one hears you scream. But on Earth? Everyone heard the sky fall. 2025. ODIN - America's orbital defense network - turns against its creators. Kinetic rods rain down like the wrath of God. San Diego. Los Angeles. Seattle. Houston. Norfolk. The Federation invades. Within weeks, a third of the United States is occupied. From the ashes, the Ghosts rise. Elias Walker - a legend haunted by the brother he left behind. Hesh - the loyal son. Logan - the silent one who hasn't spoken since childhood. Mack - the Navy SEAL who refuses to let the Navy die. Riley - a military working dog who lost his handler but found a new family. Their enemy? Gabriel Rourke. Ex-Ghost. Betrayed. Risen from the dead as the Federation's deadliest weapon: The Ghost Killer.

LETTER WRITING PROGRAM. Do you like to write letters? Here is your chance to send one to a stranger! Get to know each other on paper! ''Just do it!'' Amanda yelps behind me, already back from changing clothes. I give her a look. ''Come on, try it. One letter wouldn't hurt'' she raises her eyebrows before snapping a photo of the advertisement herself and hooking her arm in mine to walk away. ''It would be good for you'' she softly says when we walk trough the city to our apartment. ''What do you mean by that?'' i narrow my eyes. Our arms still hooked in each other, but i actually want to pull my arm back. I knew what she meant by that... ''You know... after what happened. It would be good for you to come out of your shell again'' i don't respond to that, i didn't know how to. I just look down at our feet walking in sync. - ''König, there is mail for ya!'' Horangi yell from his window on the third floor. My room is just next to his, having the same view from our windows. But i just like the morning nature and prefer to sit outside rather then behind the window. Mail for me? Hmm, i never get mail. But maybe it's something urgent from home. I get up using my hands to push my butt from the ground. I turn around after i breathed some fresh air and walked back inside. When i almost get to our floor, i see Horangi already waiting for me at my door. A pink envelope in his hands. ''It's for you'' he grins. I look confused at him, why is he grinning like that? When i approach him i see the envelope has already been opened. ''Bro, you already read it? Privacy?!'' i push him a bit away from me, looking angry at him. ''Sorry K, couldn't help myself. But it was worth it though'' he laughs before walking back to his own door, disappearing in it.

I obviously don't own any of the CoD characters or plot points A weapon, engineered and reared to kill turns on their captors who have taken advantage of them. And while most bad dogs get sent to the pound or the grave, this one ends up in more capable hands. Will their new teammates at task force 141 see past their fangs and claws, or will they just tighten the cuffs. What will happen when the second in command sees himself in their trauma responses, or when a charming first sergeant shows them kindness and sees first hand that even helhounds can be good dogs.

You sign up for a care package program for soldiers

When a single scratch means death, it is paramount you find someone to watch your back. Unfortunately, survivor Caroline Wolfe has never had this privilege. When the plague began to ravage the world as she knew it, she was left to fend for herself, forcing her into positions she never wished upon anyone. The plague broke out five years before, killing over 90% of the world's population. It turned those she thought she could trust into mindless, undead, monsters and creatures controlled by survival, not loyalty. Caroline was lucky to have made it out of Ottawa alive, thanks to the help of her childhood in the Yukon, learning how to fight and survive with more traditional weapons. When she finds herself trapped within the confines of an abandoned apartment complex in what was Caledon, she has to make a choice. Either face the undead alone or help the mysterious, accented, skull faced man she finds within and tether herself to him for the foreseeable future. What she isn't expecting is to find someone she can lean on and, even, learn to love. The idea of a cure and the promise of answers loom on the horizon, but the question is if she can find it in herself to trust another. .｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡. This is a Call Of Duty fanfiction, but it does not follow the plot of the games. I do not own any art used, nor the characters of Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz. I do own Caroline Amki, Cleo, Pearl and the two Scott's. This is the first book in the Pure Canadian Chaos duology.

When a rugged man with a thick British accent and eyes that have clearly seen too much moves into the apartment unit next door, your quiet routine is turned upside down when a chance encounter reveals that love may be a thing for you??

What would happen if a British soldier met 2 gems from a distant place in space.

SFW ONLY NOTICE: weaponised has been moved to it's own book FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

"There's a reason, why I'm called Dusty. I always leave the battle field covered in blood and bodies like dust and dust bunnies that no one ever sees.". ~ Y/n L/n aka Dusty is a trans male soldier and does well for himself on keeping up with the guys. He joined task force 141 on a mission before he got request to join their team as a task force 141 member. I don't own the game, characters or pictures!

Her mask has no face. Her record has no failures. Her past is classified. Liv Schuyler is known as Razor-a masked officer and one of Task Force 141's most precise weapons. She never misses. She never explains herself. And she never takes off the mask. But silence has a cost. As missions grow darker and the pressure to remain in control intensifies, Liv is forced to confront the truth behind Razor: whether the mask is armor... or a cage.

I'm part of the 141. My wolf's name is Onyx. She's the only wolf to have Black fur with sliver and purple stripes. We have been looking for our mate since I joined the 141.

After Ghost meets Lucia, becomes his wife and starts a family, he will now embark on another journey across worlds, maybe encountering many more people, mysteries, and making new friends along the way. What kind of job does he have there? ----------------------------------------------------------------- Check out my other story about "Ghost Adventure: Ghost And Lucia's Life" to learn about the relationship between Ghost and Lucia. Also you can check "Ghost's Adventure | The Past And The Journey".

A slow-burn Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II story - told through your eyes. Book 1 and 2 combined You weren't supposed to survive that sniper's bullet. You weren't supposed to matter to him. But Ghost saved you anyway. Now, thrown together on a mission where you must pose as husband and wife, the lines between orders and desire blur. Behind the mask is a man you should never love-cold, broken, dangerous. And just when you think you can trust him... the real enemy is already watching. Finished November 2025 Cover made by @Felicity14445

Call of Duty fic Coming soon!!

They called him a ghost. A man without a face. Without a past. Without a heart. And maybe they were right. Because men like him don't fall. Don't hesitate. Don't look back. Until her. They called her a princess. Not because she was fragile- but because she refused to break. Sharp mind. Loud laughter. Fire in her veins, even in the darkest places. She walked into war like it was nothing. Like fear had never learned her name. Two worlds that were never meant to collide. A soldier who had nothing left to lose- and a woman who still believed in something more. But war doesn't care about love. And fate doesn't ask for permission. One night. One betrayal. And everything they were... was torn apart. The world thought she was gone. He knew better. Because ghosts don't stop searching. And princesses don't disappear. They survive

You fought to be here. To stand beside legends like Soap MacTavish and Captain Price. To prove you weren't just another mistake waiting to happen. But proving yourself to them was never going to be the hardest part. That would be him. Ghost doesn't trust easily. Doesn't speak more than necessary. And definitely doesn't let people in. Yet somehow, you keep ending up in his orbit. Too close. Too dangerous. Too hard to ignore. Between missions, close calls, and words left unsaid, something begins to build-slow, quiet, and impossible to stop. Because in a life built on survival... Falling wasn't part of the plan.

This book is nothing but many of the UNSC ships that I've created for the UNSC in many of my stories that involves the UNSC Spirit Of Fire along with many other UNSC ships. I do not own HALO or HALO WARS they belong to 343 and Microsoft.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader / OneShots An assortment of short stories. Only made this book because I had quite a few ideas of stories myself, however don't have enough time nor patience to turn them into full fledged books. Simon "Ghost" Riley OneShots, unless specified otherwise. (This book is being cross posted to Wattpad and AO3 under the same title and username)