#cod:mw2 fanfiction

[thatgoblin]

COD Master List

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

141 Headcannons

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

141 Office Drabbles

1, 2, 3, 4, 5A, 5B, 5C, 5D, 5E, 5F, 6A, 6B, 6C, 6D, 6E, 6F, 7, 8A, 8B, 8C

Trope Key - K = Kinky, A = Angst, ABO = Alpha, Beta, Omega, F = Fluff, D = Drama, H = Horror, S = Smut, H/C = Hurtt/Comfort

Random Drabbles

Ghost 50 Word Drabble - how he got the skull mask in W2 Remake

It Doesn't Matter - You work for the 141 in the office as a researcher. Your job is important and needed, but you still feel empty. You're invisible to your coworkers, no one can remember your name, all of it adding up to a spiral with only one end in your mind. - A, Fluff ending.

One Night Stand Series

Captain Price as a professional Dom - a little junk journal inspo - K

Lawyer!Price Headcannons

1

Random Headcannons

1

TBA

TBA

Dom Intro Card - A junk journal inspo for if Ghost was a professional Dom. - K

New Witch in Town - Reader has to move into a new house quickly and finds themself in a weird new world. - K, F, A, D, H, S - All four TF141

Welcome Home - Reader is put into an arranged marriage without knowing it by their parents. The Alphas they meet turn out to not be so bad. - Ranch AU - F, A, D, S, ABO - Ghost/Reader/Price

141 Men Losing their Partner - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - A, D

If I'm There - Summary: You hadn't seen or spoken to him in over a year, but now you have to track down your ex-husband over unpaid parking tickets. It was supposed to be easy, but seeing him with his new partner made it anything but. - A, D, H/C

[evis-gossip]

His mission.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

Categories: Light angst, fluff, mostly hurt/comfort.

Warnings: Protective! Ghost (he’s a warning okay). Talk of injuries. No use of Y/N. Allusions to long hair and small body.

Word count: 0.8k words

A/N: Pls have in mind I’m super new to this fandom and have never played COD, hence, I got no clue about the lore. Feel free to let me know fi anything's wrong.

You were his mission. The 141 had to find you, unharmed if possible, forced if necessary.

But when he found you, his heart clenched. Simon didn’t even think he had feelings anymore, and yet, your curled up frame, in the corner of the room, barely covered in a thin hospital gown, the skin exposed littered in cuts and bruises, shaking and whimpering, cold and most likely terrified, he found himself questioning his own lack of feelings.

Something deep inside him made him want to protect you at all costs. Take you and cradle you in his big arms, hold you close and wipe your tears away. And that’s exactly what he did.

He put his weapon down, under Gaz and Soap’s curious and nearly judgmental gaze. He approached you as if it were the case of a small animal, with extended hands and a cautious heart.

You hide your face between your knees, expecting the hurt, the pain to come, it never did. His warm hands settled softly on your back and your knee, trying to bring a kind of comfort he never known himself. “Hey, there” he sounded surprisingly soft, but you still whimpered “It’s alright, you’re safe now”. He didn’t hesitate to sit himself right next to you, while the rest of the squad secured the perimeter.

It took some coaxing, but he finally got you to let yourself be touched without crying. He wrapped you up in his baklava and scooped you up in his arms, cradling you like a small child. He carried you effortlessly to the aircraft, bowing to himself to not let you go unless absolutely necessary. Every time he heard you wince when he accidentally pressed his calloused hands to a bruise, he had to physically restrain himself from finding the monsters that did this to you and beating them to a pulp. But first, he was going to get you cleaned up, find out who you were and protect you with his life.

He got to the plane before you fell asleep on his chest, which wouldn’t have been the worst, but it wasn’t his plan. This was: he sat down on his designated spot and sat you down on his lap, the baklava tight around your shoulders. He pulled his skull mask off so that you saw his face and hopefully, recognized (trusted) him when you woke up. He brushed your hair back with his rough hand, mostly to make you look at him. His blonde hair was disheveled and his brown eyes tired, but kind, the type of kindness neither of you remember receiving in a long time. Maybe that’s why he took to you so easily.

“Name’s Simon. What’s yours, angel?” He broke the silence, almost in a soft whisper, bringing you out of the spell that had you lost in his eyes. You nearly squeaked as you hid your face in his chest. On one hand, he was disappointed he couldn’t get a word out of you. On the other, he was glad you found comfort in him. He still held close for the remainder of the flight, caressing your back gently, lulling you to sleep.

By the time you woke up, you were still in his arms, being carried to the medical tent at camp. He had the highest respect for his superiors, but right now, he was ignoring their orders to report the mission immediately. That could wait. He needed to make sure you were taken care of, everything else was secondary. He laid you down gently on the cot, but you whimpered and he was quick to cradle you again. You let yourself be checked over as long as he was holding you. The nurses said you needed rest, lots of fluids and mostly nutrients. He felt his heart in a tight fist at hearing you were suffering severely from malnutrition and dehydration. They had you hooked to an IV and on sedatives. Before he knew, you were out like a light, and again, not a word from you.

He wiped your still wet cheeks before finally laying you down on the cot, never tearing his eyes away from you. He had your tiny hand wrapped in his, and in your pale state, but peaceful slumber, he had the quiet to realize against his will, that he could never let you go. He didn’t even know your name. You were his mission. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. Price came by to get a mission report and “inspect the target”. Simon didn’t like the sound of that. They could run tests, get fingerprints, find your identity, what they had done to you, later. Right now, they had you, so they could fuck right off.

He had you, and he would keep you safe.

[nevesmose]

The chamber was a holding cell poorly disguised as a bedroom, split down the middle by a thick transparent barrier. The inner half was dark, depthless and black as the void.

"And which of my brothers are you?" Konrad Curze asked from somewhere within that darkness.

"Ferrus Manus," his visitor said plainly. "Primarch of the Tenth."

[epicy0n]

Ok, I had a strange idea that I think, despite how it might sound, has some potential

So my mind tends to imagine crossovers all the time, and I had quite an interest idea a few days ago. Just hear me out

A cross over between “The Rookie” and Cod:MWII

Idk I think, despite how different they are, it has some interesting potential, and I’m thinking about making a small fanfic about it

(I may or may not have already started using Chatgpt to get some ideas)

Also it would probably be a König x OC fic (likely established relationship)

[archaengell]

Lover, Hunter, Friend & Enemy

Relationship: König/Original Male Character Words: 7k Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, but everyone is gonna be fine eventually, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Eventual Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Kinda, Military Inaccuracies, Non Binary König

Summary: They’re not dead. They’re going to be fine. They’re going to be back to harass me in no time like nothing happened. They’re gonna mock me forever for how close I stood to him. They’re going to make my life a living hell for having kissed them. They’ll make a fool of me in front of everyone. I want to see them. I need to—

Just an emotionally constipated sniper dealing with falling in love with a certain Austrian giant.

✨💗 read on AO3 💗✨

[operation-tuskholder]

Too many people have read it and I need to finish it LMAO but I’ve been traveling in like three states so I haven’t had much time to write.

[gghalcyon]

Have you read the other stand-alone stories in the Textual Series? Just wondering. 😈

Textuals (König x F!Reader)

MASTER LIST | Read on AO3

Summary: When König is away on his mission, the only thing that tethers him to you is the text messages you exchange. These are the texts ranging from romantic sweet nothings to mutual fantasies. Ongoing Series. | Read on AO3

Relationship: König/F!Reader

Tags/warnings: Romance, Romantic Relationship, König in Love, Fluff and Smut, Declarations Of Love, Sexual Content, Sexting

Rating: Mature

Last updated July 11, 2023

Part 1: I’ve been craving your touch all day, Mein Süßi.

Part 2: I want to slowly spread your legs wide and kiss down the insides of your thigh. I love how wet you get.

Part 3: Do you like how it feels throbbing in your hand? See what you do to me?

Part 4: Leibling, are you awake? Can we talk over the video link?

Part 5: Do you remember the last time we went out to the movies, Leibling?

Chapter 6: I thought about the night we went camping.

Chapter 7 and onward will be posted as I get inspired and they're completed. This work is ongoing.

[evis-gossip]

Guess what? I’m having soft but NASTY thoughts about Simon Riley. As usual.

So how do we feel about Simon letting you tease him, saying something like “you won’t last” but he’s the one begging you to get to it while you touch him soft and tenderly.

Hmmm, just some food for thought…

[evis-gossip]

Well, let’s just say I got a (another) newfound obsession. SIMON “GHOST” RILEY. So intead of saying “I’ll write someday” I went ahead and got it done on my flight.

HERE IT IS