call of duty (video games)

Oneshots (some turned into multiple chapters, mostly smut) I write about the CoD ensemble Minors do not interact!!!

You know you should address this: this need to be something groundbreaking to someone. To want someone to be this obsessed with you, no matter how sick that someone is. You know you would have gone to the police if your stalker was a sleazy, weak-wristed man from the pub. You would’ve moved houses already, changed your name and closed your social media accounts, quit everything if your stalker was small and ugly and weak. But now that you know he’s relatively good-looking, does something dangerous and has a lot of money, and looks like he could fuck and fight half the city by himself, you’re not in that much of a hurry to go to the authorities.

The forest is a dangerous place for a rabbit to be by himself. It's also quite lonely if Soap were to tell the truth. That is, until he catches the eye of another forest dweller and makes an unlikely friendship with him, despite the...conflicting...nature of their species. This is bunny/wolf fluff and smut for the GhostSoap Server Valentine's Day event, in collaboration with Yolky_Sin!

"Kids?" Soap asks, curving his fingers into a silent okay to Ghost without thinking. "Plural?" "Yes. A boy and a girl. Little Joseph was born a couple of months ago, according to the records." "Oh," is all Soap says because oh. He has a nephew. A little baby nephew. And then, because that is apparently not enough of a revelation, the doctor says: "You are listed as their legal guardian, Mr. MacTavish. We need you to pick them up."

Omegaverse where omega's regularly produce milk. It's like ambrosia to alphas. "Soap has always been an omega with healthy milk production. Before suppressants, he'd really only leak during heats, with very rare instances of lactating between heat cycles. After starting suppressants, it seemed his milk production kicked into overdrive."

When Ghost sidles into the bar after a long day of riding, he's not expecting the bartender with the bright blue eyes. The perfect man to end the day with, especially with an ass like that, just dying to be fucked. -- Somebody's getting fucked here, but it's not who Ghost thinks.

The world has been cut in half. Or, at least, the USA has. After the Great Awakening, where thousands of Lycans discovered what they were, the US decided that humans would be on one side of a border, and Lycans on the other. Of course, some humans were determined to stay in their homes, creating pocket cities scattered among the Wild. That's where she comes in. Torn between two worlds, between hating herself and embracing her nature. One thing is sure; something has to give. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This could be read as an OC, or a reader insert, depending on your preferences! Hope you enjoy <3

John Price is an alpha that could put any other alpha to shame. Large and imposing form, ex- military with a scent that could send any omega whimpering to their knees in submission. The kind of alpha that garnered respect from those around him. He was the perfect example of everything an alpha could be. And he was wrapped around the little fingers of his precious omega son, Johnny. -Soap experiences his first ever heat. Mind the tags.

Her and Johnny have been together for years. One night, three perfect strangers break into their house, and make them part of their perfect little family. Whether they want it or not. Too bad they really, really want it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ This can be read as a self insert or an OC x cannon depending on preference, so it is tagged as both.

“Watch yourself. Might not be one of my men but I’m still your superior, sergeant.” “And I have a charming disregard for authority. Lieutenant.” — Price and Gaz’ wedding sets the scene for Ghost and Soap’s first meeting. Shenanigans ensue.

König is forced by his higher-ups to take all of his accumulated leave days at once and decides to go back home for a few months. His hometown of Vienna is beautiful and serene, but he just feels like a bull in a china shop. Years of combat and military culture have messed with his ability to be a normal person. But when he meets a cute girl at a café, he thinks he might give this civilian lifestyle a shot. Warning: This fic contains some dub-con elements. Please heed the tags. Also, König isn’t really wearing his mask for most of the story, so I apologize to all of the mask girlies.