What is a COD fanfic that you have been dying to read?
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What is a COD fanfic that you have been dying to read?
When Ghost enters through the door you are the first thing he notices. The bar is dimly lit and crowded. The buzz of many loud conversations filling the air. The heat having smacked in to him the second he entered. His eyes fell on you through a gap between heads. You, at the bar. A shaker in hand, messy hair tucked behind your ears. A smile on your face as you chat with a customer. You're in a well worn tee, the way it fits you makes it clear why.
Johnny leads the way to the bar and he is the first one of them you see. His mohawk sticking out from the rest of the crowd. The smile on his face could be seen from a mile away.
"I'll be with you in a sec", you say to him before serving the previous customer. Pouring their drink before sliding the card reader their way.
"Now, what can I get you fellas?" You turn to them. Eyes scanning over their faces. Lingering on Ghost's masked one for just a second longer. That extra second is what did it in for him. What captured him if he hadn't been before. His eyes didn't leave you for a second. Even as you talked to the others. As you poured the four pints they'd ordered. Nor after they had sat down at a table. You were oblivious to it and that might have been for the best. Having a tall, masked man staring at you might have been reason enough to call security.
The rest of his task force, on the other hand, were not as oblivious. Price noticed first. Though he didn't mention it. It was rare for his lieutenant to be so entranced by someone. It was an amusing sight he would undoubtedly talk to him about at a later time. Gaz noticed second, but he was still too sober to say it out loud. Soap did not need any alcohol in his system to tease him. Ghost, the stoic lieutenant who had turned down women time after time, suddenly infatuated with a bartender of all people.
Ghost managed to dodge Soaps teasing by ordering the next round. Not without a few smiles and quiet comments for his teammates. But they fell on deaf ears. Simon was to busy thinking. What should he say to you? How should he say it? Should he lean on the bar? Nah, that just screams dickhead.
You see him approach. You recognise the mask from earlier. You smile at him, he just stares.
"Another", you ask him. He nods. You made it easy for him. His eyes trace your every move. From you hand on the glass to the one of the lever. Your focused eyes as you pour it.
"Add it to the tab", you ask as you slide the four glasses over too him. He nods as he picks them up. Your "enjoy" follows him as he walks back to the table. You combined with beer on tap, he might need to become one of your new regulars.
Authors note:
Just trying something new. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts! /Polt🌻
The first time Ghost ever held you at gunpoint, you did the last thing he expected.
You grabbed the barrel and shoved it forward, pressing it into your forehead. The cool metal kissed your skin as you looked up at him with bright eyes. Sweet and sultry.
He made a choked sound behind the mask when you cocked your head just slightly, fluttering your lashes, daring him to do it. Pull the trigger.
He couldn't.
He barely caught the edge of your smirk under the moonlight before the gun slipped from his gloved hands and a shot rang out into the night.
The next thing he knew he was on the ground. You shot him in the leg. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to keep him down while you escaped with the intel.
He lay there, splayed out, contemplating his life choices when Soap rounded the corner, eyes wide, gun at the ready.
But he took one look at his masked comrade on the ground and holstered his rifle with a sigh. He grumbled as he hauled Ghost up, slinging one of his massive arms over his shoulders.
“Christ, L.T...again? What are we always tellin' ya about lookin' girls in the bloody eye?"
part 2
Towers and Thorns
🌻 Chapter 6
The door shuts behind you with a quiet click. Your footsteps are quiet against the stone floor. A man stands beside your door. But it's not the balaclava clad man you expected. Instead it is a pale man with a dark stubble coating his jaw and a mohawk on top of his head. He is wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His arms are covered in tattoos. Amongst the vines and plants that wreathe over his muscles are a unicorn. Its mane draped across its glimmering body. Its eyes looking at you innocently. Like it has never seen the evil that this world has to offer. That is a good tattoo if I have ever seen one.
"Good morning, your highness." your eyes dart back up to his face, meeting his light blue eyes.
"Good morning. I don't believe that we have met," you reply. To be polite. You know who he is. John Mactavish. His callsign is Soap and he is friends with Ghost. But by judging by his use of "your highness", said man hasn't gotten to him yet. Or he doesn't want to admit to spending more than half his night in your room.
Towers and Thorns
🌻 Chapter 5
The forest floor of moss, grass and twigs are damp under your feet. So are the tree trunks beneath your fingers. The bark rough against your fingertips as you drag them across the wood as you're running. The wind cold against your body. White fabric is draped across your body. Flowing behind you as you propel forwards. The forest an endless wall of greens and browns and dewdrops falling against your skin from the leaves above. The leaves soaring from above, falling in an uneven descent towards the ground. Towards decomposition. Towards death. The wind turns colder. Stinging your skin as you pass through its endless journey forward. Like yours, endless and untiring. Except your journey is slowing down. Time itself seems to be slowing down. You can follow every sway of the leaves in the wind. Follow how the strands of moss and grass bend beneath your feet. How the twigs break, splinter and crack under your weight. How the fabric moves in the wind. How your hair follows suit. Hitting the back of your shoulders as your feet hit the ground just to take of again. Time seems to slow further. You can follow the dewdrops pattern in the air. See how they collide with the ground and shatter just to combine once more. Breathing seems impossibly slow. Your chest barley rises.
Sooo he knows. He finds it funny. Told him about my fanfic. He guessed who it was about on the first try. Somehow this man is not weirded out what so ever! But hey, I'm not complaining!
Towers and Thorns
🌻Chapter 4 (Revamped)
Your back hits the cold stone wall in the corridor. A body is pressed against yours. All too familiar. Hands slide over your hips to your lower back and you try to squirm away from them.
"Come on. Don't be like that, baby," Marshalls voice commands from above you.
"Marshall, no. I don't want you to touch me," you reply shoving at his chest. He doesn't move an inch.
"You're mine anyway, so what does it matter," he says, his hands moving up you back. Following the zipper of your dress. You can't breathe. It is like all the oxygen in the corridor has been consumed and you can't take a breath, your lungs won't expand. Fucking breathe.
Towers and Thorns
🌻Chapter 3 (Revamped)
Your heels click against the polished stone floor with every step that you take. Heavy thuds from boots coming closer behind you.
"I was just wondering when you'd join me", you say to the man behind you.
"Had to have a laugh at your poor time management skills", Ghost replies, falling in to step with you.
"Hilarious." you roll your eyes.
"Always am, your highness."
Towers and Thorns
🌻 Chapter 2 (Revamped)
Lenses begin shuttering the moment that you step out into the light. Your parents wave to the crowd that has formed outside the gates. You just smile, and breathe. Remember that part you think to yourself. Crowds have never been your cup of tea. But with your oldest cousin's recent scandal it has been worse than ever. One wrong move and the reporters will write about if for weeks.
You continue walking along the gravel path towards the podium where an older man stands with his hands behind his back. He has two bodyguards on either side of him. Your mum walks up the stairs, greeting the recently elected president with a handshake. He smiles at her with far too white teeth and bows down to kiss her hand. Next is your father and last, you. You walk towards him with a smile plastered on your face.
Towers and Thorns
🌻 Chapter 1 (Revamped)
"Do you have to keep bending the rules", he asks from the doorway to your room. You scoff at the question.
"This is hardly bending the rules. The skirt is just above knee length", you answer, glaring at the balaclava clad man stood before you.
"Not sure I agree with that, your highness", his cold eyes scanning your figure. You groan and shove him out the door. What's the matter with him anyway, you think to yourself.
You walk over to your wardrobe and stare at the skirts. Apparently the light blue one you had on was "inappropriate". You pick out a white, patterned one instead and hope that it is acceptable. You roll your eyes. The bodyguard you had before him, before Ghost, wouldn't have batted an eye at that skirt. But at the same time he was off fucking a maid in some linen closet, while Marshall ambushed you in that corridor that night and kissed you. The memory makes goosebumps spread over your body, and not the good kind.
I have had some interaction recently on my old posts of my book when it was still a fanfic. Would you guys be interested in me rewriting the most recent chapters of my book back in to a COD fanfiction?
Rewrite Towers and Thorns back in to a fanfic?
Yes
No
Just here for results
So yes it is! I will probably edit the first few chapters and re-upload them because I believe I have made some changes to them. It will still be an x reader fic but the reader will have similar characteristics to my own character due to it making it easier for me to write. But feel free to ignore bits and pieces you feel are unfitting haha!🌻
Ghost had played the scene over a million times in his head.
The first time was when he had admitted it to himself, immediately wondering what it’d be like to walk up to you, shake your shoulders and ask why you wouldn’t get out of his head— all while ‘I like you’ played on the tip of his tongue. The second time was when he reached the safehouse, the entire mission having gone haywire, and he finally heard your voice crackle through the comms after half an hour of utter silence all around. His thumb rested over the walkie talkie, but when Price followed in after, he had to drop it immediately, trying to snap some sense into himself. However, it was like a parasite the way it always appeared at all the wrong times. Sometimes when everything was all over and everyone was quiet, his mind would drift off. He’d think of quiet evenings, both of you sitting side by side, no talk, just peace. Then he’d turn his head, maybe just poke you, nothing too flashy.
”I like you.”
The words seemed too cringy, too soft and delicate on his broken and bumpy flesh.
“Don’t leave me.”
Desperation, a beg for you to stay but that was everything he shunned himself for— the very opposite was what he prided himself on.
So he said nothing, buried himself in work and chalked it up to another stupid thing his mind made up to cope with situations that even had his head whirling. That’s why the rookies get through it all, why they join in the first place. For their family, for their education, for their partners, for their loved ones and the ones that came before them. Simon only once had that drive, and he had thought he lost it all when he became Ghost. The team was his though; it’s not something he found himself fighting back against because it just felt right.
I have had some interaction recently on my old posts of my book when it was still a fanfic. Would you guys be interested in me rewriting the most recent chapters of my book back in to a COD fanfiction?
Rewrite Towers and Thorns back in to a fanfic?
Yes
No
Just here for results
From what I know he was supposed to come home today. He left base the night between Monday and Tuesday and has been no contact ever since. Pair that with getting my period means I am hit with a severe case of the blues. Like just let me have him back, please and thank you! 😢
Update: he is back on base which means contact again! He is very busy however but hey, he's back!🥳
From what I know he was supposed to come home today. He left base the night between Monday and Tuesday and has been no contact ever since. Pair that with getting my period means I am hit with a severe case of the blues. Like just let me have him back, please and thank you! 😢
Simon Riley, who despite looking so big and mean out in public, is oh so gentle with his precious bird.
Simon Riley who practically worships the ground you walk on, treating you better than any man ever had before. Every time you thank him for doing something as simple as opening your car door, he only gives a scoff: “nothin’ to thank me for, jus’ givin’ ya what you deserve,”
Dude I think I accidentally manifested myself Simon Riley.
And the worst part of ts is the fact that he is gone with no contact like twice a month so he lowkey feels like a figment of my imagination.✌️🥲