Codmw Stories

She was his faith when he'd lost his own. Alex Keller x OC

He don't say it out loud, but she's the reason he hold the line. John Price x OC

A woman who refuses to break. A soldier who forgot how to feel. A war that keeps teaching both of them the price of being alive. When prodigy operative Leta "Axe" Axelson walks out of SEAL training and into the Shadow Company, she thinks she's choosing a job. Instead, she's choosing a battlefield made of numbers, loyalties, and the quiet arithmetic of sacrifice. Recruited by Phillip Graves to sharpen his rising private army, Axe becomes the blade that turns missions-until a joint op with Task Force 141 sets her on a collision course with Simon "Ghost" Riley. He's ice; she's the match. He doesn't trust; she doesn't quit. From Mexico's cartels to London's vaults and deserts that swallow names, Axe learns that power isn't a roar-it's a decision made fast and carried forever. Enemies wear uniforms and smiles. Friends become fault lines. And love, if it exists at all, has to survive blood, distance, and war. Conscience of Steel is a slow-burn, high-stakes military romance about duty, guilt, and the terrible mercy of second chances.

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.

Hurricane, an infamous villain and our protagonist, is finally faced with the people that may very well cause their downfall. Then they meet the new group of civilians working for them and begin noticing a few all-too-coincidental similarities between them and the new heroes. -------------------------- reader x multiple characters Superheroes x Villain fic any gender reader COD MW fic; characters from TF141 --------------------------

In a world where soulmates are marked by an invisible bond, Simon "Ghost" Riley refuses to believe he has one. Buried beneath masks, gloves, and layers of armor, he keeps the world - and the bond - at bay. To let it in would mean vulnerability, and that's a risk Ghost won't take. Cassandra "Reaper" Price, daughter of Captain John Price, has never doubted the existence of soulmates. She carries the belief quietly, knowing that someday, somewhere, she'll find the one tethered to her soul - even if it's in the middle of a battlefield. When Task Force 141 crosses paths with her, tensions ignite. Reaper is everything Ghost hates - loud where he's silent, daring where he's guarded, and worst of all... familiar in a way he can't explain. As proximity sharpens the edge between them, neither can deny the bond pulling tighter, the ache that deepens with every fight, every glare, every touch. But soulmates aren't always meant to heal - sometimes, they ruin. And Ghost is convinced that's all he's ever been good for. ⸻ I do not own or claim to own any canon characters used, all rights reserved to Activision

One-shots of different fandoms Like CoD (the newest addition), Evolution smp, hermits and stuff you lot know.

a library created by @/reedlvr- that holds the secrets of her characters.

You were about 18 years old, and you were a handful, that's why your very questionable mother one day threw you out of the house. You left but that evening you heard explosions, your town was bombarded and no one survived making you the only one who was fortunate enough to not be there. You did anything to make money, even illegal things. Stealing, hacking... hurting... It didn't take long before Task Force 141 took notice of your actions. What will you do now that they are looking for you? Will you run? face them? Live? or die?...

The world made noise even in silence. Even there, within the cold walls of the base, amid the buzzing neon lights and distant footsteps, Simon couldn't find peace. He was used to it. The noise was inside him now: fractured voices, flickering memories, the sound of his own breath beneath the mask - as if to remind him he was still alive. And how much he didn't want to be. He had seen too much. Done too much. Far too much. And yet, there was her. Not like the others. Not like those who show up only to flee at the first sign of a storm. She didn't run - not even when he became the storm. She simply stayed. She didn't say too much. She didn't ask too many questions. But there was a steadiness in her eyes that disarmed him more than any rifle ever could. A simple, unwavering truth. Like a star that doesn't shift, even when the whole universe writhes around it. Simon would never admit it - not even to himself. But just knowing you were there - in the mess hall, in the corridors, out in the field - was enough to let him breathe a little easier.

<p>She was the Rosaria.<br /> The Living Cross.<br /> The flesh-made covenant between Heaven's silence and Earth's hunger.<br /> They called her the Consecrated Lamb, the chosen wound, the girl crowned in thorns who walked barefoot through ash to remind the world what obedience costs.</p> <p>All her life, she condemned in the name of the Shepherd -<br /> not a metaphor, not a spirit, but a father of blood and a god of flesh,<br /> a man who preached fire with honey on his tongue and touched salvation with hands that reeked of salt and iron.<br /> She was born beneath the vaulted shadows of his sermons, cradled in incense and screams,<br /> her name whispered like a hymn and a threat.<br /> To be Rosaria was to die beautifully, over and over, for others.<br /> To kneel until the bones bled.<br /> To smile through the sting.<br /> To be watched. Touched. Worshipped. Broken.</p> <p>She had never known a world without devotion.<br /> Without discipline. Without divine pain to stitch her skin to her soul.<br /> She did not dream. She recited.<br /> She did not cry. She repented.<br /> And when her body trembled, it was called ecstasy.</p> <p>So when Task Force 141 breached the gates of her sacred prison,<br /> when boots shattered relics and bullets sang through stained glass,<br /> she did not scream. She did not flee.</p> <p>She stood still.</p> <p>Barefoot in the dust.<br /> Eyes open like wounds.<br /> Lips sealed like a tomb.</p> <p>And martyrs do not run.<br /> They await the knife.</p> <p>But Ghost - the soldier with the skull for a face,<br /> the man who carried death on his back like a second spine -<br /> was not the executioner she had been promised.</p> <p>He did not speak in scripture.<br /> He did not thirst for her blood.<br /> And when he looked at her, it was not with hunger, nor pity, nor awe -<br /> but with something far more dangerous.</p> <p>Recognition.</p> <p>As if he, too, had knelt before an altar that never loved him back.<br />

Zipper had been known as the 'weird quiet kid' his entire life. Even in his time in the military. He had been partially mute for almost his entire career, until he joined Task Force 141. He didn't know what it was, he preferred not to. But something about those men changed him. Made him a person he never knew he was, even through rough times. CONTAINS OC X CANON, IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ :)

A Ghost/oc fan fiction "I See you, little shadow. And I'm never letting you fade." Nora Ashton knew what she signed up for when she joined Task Force 141 - blood, grit, sacrifice. But nothing could've prepared her for him. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley: war-hardened, cold, brutal... and the man who unknowingly claimed every shattered piece of her. Their relationship is a secret - forbidden by protocol, sealed by silence, and smothered under the weight of their trauma. He never lets her stay the night, never lets her close, yet he's always there in the shadows, protecting, possessing, watching. But war doesn't just scar bodies - it haunts souls. As missions grow deadlier and their bond deeper, Ghost's obsession becomes as dangerous as the world around them. And Nora? She keeps crawling back, craving the pain if it means feeling his touch. She's the lamb in love with the wolf. And he'd rather destroy the world than lose her.

Crossover: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (Reboot) × Honkai Impact 3rd Genre: Military, Sci-Fi, Action, Survival, Drama, Crossover, Fanfiction Synopsis: After an ambush meant for Makarov goes horribly wrong, the elite special force, Task Force 141 (Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach) find themselves flung into a war-torn future Earth that plagued by anomalies, otherworldly beasts, and ruins of civilization. This is not the world they knew. This is a world ravaged by a Honkai. Stranded in the After Post-Honkai Odyssey (APHO) timeline without intel, backup, or any understanding of Honkai energy, the elite soldiers must rely on their instinct and brotherhood to survive. Cut off from modern tech and facing creatures far beyond their comprehension, Task Force 141 scavenges, adapts, and builds a temporary base as days blur into a week. Slowly, they begin to learn the rules of this broken world. Encounters with rogue survivors, malfunctioning AI, and violent Honkai beasts that test their limits daily. But even in this world's worst, 141 doesn't back down. Until one night, fate finally brings them into contact with a new generation of heroes of this Honkai world such as Kiana Kaslana, Raiden Mei, and the Valkyries of St. Freya II. But will the Honkai recognize these new variables... or evolve into something even worse? All characters in this fanfiction crossover story are not mine but belong to their respective creators/owners. Call Of Duty Modern Warfare (Reboot) belongs to Activision, Infinity Ward Honkai Impact 3rd belongs to Mihoyo/Hoyoverse

Uzi always held the power to permanently destroy all of what is the solver. but physics, like always, got in the way, the basic law of energy. 'energy could not be destroyed, nor created, only transferred' but what if she broke that single law? couldn't be too bad, could it? oh but it was, it 100% was. she did what shouldn't happen, and in the universe's attempts to fix it, something else was let loose. again. its just too bad that some people were there when they were there. *** originally posted on AO3, I have the same user here as I do there- [NotAThreat] this will have later updates then AO3, so I suggest you read it there.

Imagined, Head Cannons, and whatever is requested!

The mission was so simple. How did it end up this way? Who can you truly trust? Can these four soldiers survive? Are they friend or foes? Will their love prevail? Find out. 2025 update: Decided to change the whole storyline. This story is literally because of a dream. Yes. A dream. P.S. I'll try to update daily. If not then maybe weekly. This fanfiction is based on and after the events of COD MW2. This is the first time I have gotten the chance and courage to make a fanfic so please don't judge. COD X OC'S Captain John Price x OC Captain Colonel Alejandro Vargas x OC Sergeant Colonel König x OC MasterSergeant Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC Lieutenant

"I don't hate you I just-" "You just what?! I don't fucking understand you Simon! You keep treating me like shit and I haven't done a single thing to you. If you want me out of the 141 it's not going to happen, I've earned my place here just like you and I'm tired of being treated like a kid because you feel superior to me, got it?" "I've fallen for you, McTavish" "...What do you mean, Lieutenant"? "I'm in love, _____, I've fallen in love with you" [...] (*internal screams*)

This is a reboot of the original book I made weeks ago. I'm here with a brand new plot, a different setting, but it will be set in the Modern Warfare (2019) Universe. 3 years after the main events of Modern Warfare, a collective bunch of mercenaries in Taiwan are hired to carry out a difficult assignment that would determine their fates...and the future of the country. Activision owns Call Of Duty

[ A FANFICTION OF CODMW ]