Taskforce141 Stories

A 141 task force story about who will win you over first. Will it be König's silence or Ghost's pride. Both are filled with determination to win over you, Y/N. You've been captured and tortured with your team refusing to save you, which leads to 141 taking you in to a dramatic romance situation you find yourself in with the two enemies.

Ghostxfemreader Call of booty

🦌 The Things He Sends🐦‍⬛ When Ghost's brother takes over the old family ranch in Chestnut Ridge, he disappears - until a crate shows up at base: packed with bourbon, strange photos, handcrafted blades, a forgotten book, and a beautifully made soft companion that was never meant for Ghost. The team watches as he unpacks it. One item at a time. What none of them know yet is this is only the first. Rural gothic. Found family. Haunted legacy. Soap talks to the dog. Rudy drinks the wine. Ghost remembers why he left. This is a big story what I mean by that is giant chapters ------- 📌 Author's Note (for readers): I've been thinking about this for a while. I write stories and never post them. I always come back to 141. I've written more fanfiction about them than anything else - all for myself. Never shared. This one felt different. So I'm posting it. Just to see how it does. Thanks for reading. I also might keep changing the name cause I'm not really happy with what I'm coming up with PS I've noticed that a lot of 141 fanfiction involving ghosts are usually romantic love stories at least on Wattpad well if you're looking for that, this is not it. This is more comforting, then romantic. Also, this may be a little more fantasy and I'm I know it's fantasy but my name is there may be some "interesting" horses that show up at the ranch eventually, you'll know what I mean when it happens.

A soldier forged in violence. A past carved into skin. A war she never chose - and one she refuses to lose. Sergeant Natalie "Viper" Hale enters Task Force 141 with record-breaking scores, lethal discipline, and walls thicker than armor plating. She fights like she's survived hell because she has - though no one knows how deep her scars run. Until training exposes a glimpse of the truth.

All stories are for male readers and are cross posted on my tumblr account.

" And I said to you, that I don't want any single of these motherfuckers from your useless team, Price! " I shouted in his face, on my way to my room. Panic attack started to get over me and I just had to escape, quickly. " You are all the time so bloody angry! Just stop acting like the most independent woman there is and admit that you won't complete this mission alone, kid! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL NOT BURRY YOU THE SECOND TIME, CATALEYA!!!" John screamed when I was leaving the door. But something about those words made me boil myself in my own skin. So I turned to him and gave him a clear answer about what I truly think. Sadly not just him, the whole team of people standing there. " Of course I am bloody angry, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES SOMEONE WAS SUPPOSED TO COME AND THEY DIDN'T?! HOW MANY TIMES I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HELPED AND I WAS NOT! I AM FUCKING ANGRY!" I shouted while my voice was slowly breaking. "They were frying my fucking brain with electroshocks, beating me with electric sticks with more voltage than a horse would be able to take, cutting me and burning me with knives if I misbehaved, beating and raping the hell out of me, keeping me in the cage and they even operated my womb out in their experiments, not that I would ever want kids but for fuck sake! I don't even feel like a woman anymore!" I was screaming while crying my eyes out, my mask started being soaked with sweat from fighting before and now even with my unstoppable tears that were rolling out of my eyes. Everyone was just standing there with shock in their eyes, I mean every single one of us was ever captured and tortured but maybe what I came through was too much to handle even for tough soldiers like them.

My 141 Oc

said it was your problem. turns out he cares a lot. cw: highschool love, fluff, bad english lol

This is just a fleshed out version of my maniptive daydreams, i dont really write so its bad and most likely wont make most sense. Inspired by a c.ai bot called raised by soldiers, a task force 141 bot and story cause I can't enjoy things without going all in. Anyway, Spirit (the character) is a young teen boy. His old life somthing he can't remember before he was found in a war zone at three. Now he lives a crazy life with one dream, to be a normal kid.

Vernette Svensson. A name hidden in the shadows. Even death itself fears her, a merciless killing machine. Who finds joy in killing. Born in a world where mercilessly killing a random person on the street isn't normalized. She decided to turn to the battle grounds. In where death is not uncommon. She injoys the thrill of her kills, and the adrenaline of getting caught. "I work alone." Her quote. But she helps who she wants to. If she feels like it. Sticking to the shadows as if she was bound to them. There was one group she particularly liked. Task force 141. The special forces. She never really understood why but she also never questioned it. One member in particular; Simon Riley. Better know as Ghost caught her eye. He was skilled. He'd probably even matched her skill- if she was a human. DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE. STORY MIGHT CONTAIN HARMFUL INFORMATION, TALK ABOUT BLOOD, DEATH, WEAPONS, SWEAR WORDS, SMUT AND IS GENERALLY MENT FOR 13+/18+ AUDIENCES.

(Brink of death) Valentina Aurora Wilson. A name popular among the recruits of the task force. Specifically, Lilith meaning death. Most known for her hand-to-hand combat skills, beauty and grace. A natural beauty indeed. It was no joke she was beautiful. Both inside and outside, a kind heart, a kind soul. Her charisma and humor made it all the more better, almost everyone liked her. Almost. What's not to like? A beauty, kind hearted, humble young woman. You'd be crazy as to not like her. The dark truth behind those charming icy blue eyes, will they be revealed?

The 141 finds out about your skincare routine. You wonder if one of your teammates might benefit from having one, too.

price x reader where the reader worked for someone else and gets cought by the task force aka task force 141

(cover by @SunsetLovesYoshi !) A list of my original characters within the original Modern Warfare trilogy. WARNING: Canon is heavily twisted and bent to my will. The 141 loses and Makarov wins in my canonverse. Keep this in mind. (will also be slow to update, sorry :'))

A list of character ai bots I've made.

Everyone thinks Ghost has no life outside the mask-until his secret brother, Kit Riley, steps onto base with a borzoi named Scott and a past he's done surviving. Soft around the edges and steel down the spine, Kit chooses safety at Ghost's side while 141 scrambles to adjust. Between missions and mess-hall chaos, healing becomes the mission-and family, non-negotiable. __________ There's a joke at base: Ghost doesn't have a life outside the mask. That ends the day a civilian steps off a transport-with a long-legged borzoi at his heel-and Ghost crosses the tarmac to pull him into a real hug. Meet Kit Riley: soft around the edges, steel down the spine. He's crossing oceans to start over where it's safest-beside his big brother. The team reels, adjusts, and meddles: Soap pokes, Gaz observes, Price measures, Alejandro and Rudy bring warmth, and Scott the borzoi judges everyone's life choices. Kit isn't a soldier, but he's dangerous in other ways: he reads a room, stitches skin and fabric, cooks like a pro, and refuses to break again. Healing isn't linear-and ghosts of the past don't always stay gone-but Ghost built him a place here long before he came, and he intends to make sure Kit never runs alone again. Hurt/comfort • found family • protective big brother Ghost • soft boy resilience • base life shenanigans • a very dramatic dog.🐕

The End Of Modern Warfare. It's been a year since the end of the Verdansk conflict, however the Inner Circle had turned their attention to an unknown organisation, Task Force 141 is deployed to stop them, only to discover that Makarov's new plans will give birth to a new age.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning her face beside his head. "You're going to give us the answers we need," she said, her threatening voice muffled behind her mask, "Or, I'm going to show you the difference between me and the military." Graves turned to the woman in red, his eyes narrowing. She locked eyes with him, challenging him. She knew he knew, but didn't have proof. -=~=- You know you fucked up when the government puts the military to find you, and they sent their SOF teams to finish the job. This is the case for Red, the leader of the Red Rabbit Rebellion. In her words, they're fighting 'for a life worth living', but all they've done in the eyes of the public and governments, is stir chaos and turn people to her cult. But what happens when you have 141 and the RRR teaming up to take down a likewise enemy that has tormented both for what feels like ages?

being a housewife in a small village has its perks. namely Simon Riley. brave soldier playing house. cw: cheating, faint misogyny in the background and my bad english