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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.

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?...

I decided to write this 'cause if not my head would explode with ideas I get in class... If you are Tommyinnit do not read this. Mostly ANGST but sometimes FLUFF. I MIGHT do platonic (I will probably not). I will delete if needed. NO SMUT!! I don't give TW most of the time so if a story is ANGST prepare for something bad. Swearwords

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

*** In an Alternate Universe to the Dream SMP, with demons, angels, and mystical creatures. *** Tommy was a child. But his mental age was far from it. His entire life, he'd been alone, trapped in Hell, and forced to fend for himself. Until the day he was left, clinging to his life, all alone. But he didn't die. Physically, at least. From that day onwards, everything changed. And it wasn't necessarily for the better. *** Started: 04 January 2021 Completed: 24 April 2021 *** Trigger Warning This book covers many dark topics, such as trauma, child neglect, and abus3, eds, and bl00d. If any of these topics bother you in some way, I recommend not reading this story *** This story contains the overall storyline of the AU up till chapter 5, events after that are purely headcanon. *** AU Ib: @chewwypepsicola on Twitter ***

"You're in 141 now, Ace. There's no place for being gentle here," His eyes dance across my face but come back up to my eyes as he waits for a response. I swallow the lump that has inevitably formed in my throat, "It was only training. You slammed me against a wall of a 1-by-1 closet," I lean forward, engaging in this stupid game that he has started. "Don't act like you weren't into it," He tilts his head back, his eyes showing an expression that I haven't seen on him before. • Ghost x fem • SLOWBURN • In progress • 18+ Highest ranking: #1 | Callofduty #1 | Modernwarfare #1 | Cod #1 | Simon #1 | Price #1 | Gaz #1 | Keegan #3 | Ghost #2 | Codmw2 COVERART by GhostWolf - loneghostwolf88

!!STRONG LANGUAGE!! !!DEATH MENTIONS AND BLOOD!! Suitable for the age of 13+ Hello! This is my first story, so i deeply apologise if there is many grammar mistakes. This story does not go the same as the game would. I have added charachters to task force 141, even though they werent originally there. Whatever you read in this story, does not happen in the actual game of Call Of Duty. This also has some things about the TV-show Siren. (I recommend watching it, it's so good!) It is about revenge that you had planned, but didnt happen. I really hope you would enjoy this! English is not my first language, so im sorry if some parts end up being confusing. Characters in this: You (y/n) code name: Posedonia Captain John Price John "Soap" McTavish Simon "Ghost" Riley König Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Valeria Garza Alejandro Vargas Rozlin "Roze" Helms

We got SBI, Ranboo, Tubbo Come get your content Mostly angst, fluff, hurt/comfort READ THE A/N at the beginning for warnings/rules! marked as complete for now. that may change, focusing on other books rn

ʺ Is it okay if I touch you? ʺ ʺ Your touch doesn't scare me anymore. ʺ ⊰⊱⊰⊱⊰⊱ Only the worst can be assumed when Task Force 107 disappears one day. Left to rot, Ella can do nothing but look out the little window in her cell and hope her tormentors end her suffering early. Everything changes when Task Force 141, on the hunt for an infamous terrorist, stumbles across her cell during a rescue mission. A glimpse of freedom, offered by the man in the skull mask. - 18+ (Mature themes covered) - Slow burn but it's worth it - TW: Rape (past) and torture

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!