I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...

A spray of glass flew onto her as he broke the windows of the cabin. She heard the second ring come from the phone in her hand, the one clutched to her heart. He lunged and grabbed at her arm, locking it behind her back. The phone fell out of her grasp. "Really? This is the lock you choose," she laughed. Teeth gritted, she swung her head back to hear a sickening crunch. He was bleeding from his nose. She ran to the cabin and picked up the phone which was on its fifth ring. Somebody answered. "Hallo?" The general looked at her with fear in his eyes. "Don't." He mouthed. "I'm sorry," she said bringing the phone up to her mouth. _____ "The Royal Resistance. 1945. WWII. Evacuate to Lisbon. Over." It's 1945, WWII has been ravaging the world for the last six years and Maria Amelia Theresa Holmes, a minor British Royal has been evacuated to Lisbon by her brother who has joined the RAF (Royal Air Force). In Lisbon, she ends up getting pulled into an espionage ring, after overhearing various characters talking about the capture of her brother. She is enveloped into a mission to rescue him and the enigma codes formula. But she soon discovers that not all is as she thought. Not everyone is who they say.

May 12 1943 the attack on Kasserine Pass in Africa by the Axis has commenced. The men of war from Germany's war machine plunges deep into Africa with the battle against the Allies to take control, and secure sea ports for the Kreigsmarine. But goes terribly wrong in a devastating counter attack that pushed the Axis forces out of Africa, and into Italy. With the fall of Rome and Benito Mussolini, here within these darkest hours men on both sides of the world war will be facing horrors that war can bring only wanting to survive it, and themselves. Time and time again these men shall fight on glory bound for their countries where every inch of ground is coated in blood or without a price on lives. But what's the price of a mile? As thousands of feet March to the beat. *Book 2 of the World War series* *Completed*

*completed story* "Lets take a moment and break the ice So my intentions are known See I pity in watching you suffer I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone I got a storybook of my own" Sorry if chapters are too long. People still like long fanfics right? Primis multiple OC's *I do not own Treyarchs characters* I use dialogue and gameplay from all the games/ zombies maps that's used but I don't own them. Treyarch does. The zombies map based chapters are not at all perfect but that's fine to me. Enjoy. Check out my other COD related stories :)

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

I fell in love with Hansel seven years ago. I fell in love with a side of him that was sweet, caring, persistent and loving. He taught me what it felt like to be human, what it meant to love someone with all your being. And then he came: Klaus. He's declared war three years earlier than we predicted and it's forced Hansel and I to do the one thing we promised not to do: separate. We both joined the GUARDIANS in order to help, but in a desperate attempt to find where Klaus will open his portal and begin the war, Hansel gave up the one thing that was most precious to him: his memories of us. I promised him I would never give up on him, that I will help him remember. But that is coming out to be harder than I thought. The Hansel before me was an utter asshole. He was arrogant, pigheaded and sexist. He hates me for reasons unknown to me but I can't help but still love him. But it hurts to see the vacant look in his eyes. He doesn't remember me or our family and I can't tell him in fear of losing him- for good this time. He has no idea what he means to me and I'm too afraid to tell him. While he's trying to figure out why he can't remember the last seven years of his life, I'm desperately trying to get him to fall back in love with me. But I never thought it would be so hard. Alaric McQuillen. He's making things much more complicated than they have to be. He started from being a nuissance to being a nice distraction from my husband's coldness. Could I be falling out of love with my husband and falling in love with someone else? Now add the fact that we need to help prepare an entire army for a war to save mankind and you've got one fucked up month. ~*~*~ {OFFICIALLY COMPLETED!!} [Second Book to the Fervent Trilogy]

Overview 🦘My story will take you through my Army experiences including the dreadful inhumane mess that was the Vietnam War. Vietnam was mostly unknown to Australia before the war and whilst it is now a popular tourist destination, little is known about the war and our involvement in it. My involvement concluded with severe PTSD and a shocking journey into memory loss and a foray into the outback of Australia. Following the Vietnam disaster and my struggle with mental stress, my story will take you through my role as a recruit Instructor during national service years at the training battalion near Wagga NSW. Then a transfer to the Military Police which involved mainly training roles with the Corps and in a now forgotten loan of Australian Military Police to the British Army during the height of the troubles involving the Irish Republican Army and the Cold War security of what was West Germany whilst attached tithe British Army of the Rhine. My 20 years in the regular Army concluded as a Warrant Officer Class One. I followed on for 2 years as a training Warrant Officer in the Citizen Military Forces. Then it's onwards to read about my scary upbringing in the following 'Journey to war' story which relates my upbringing by a hateful mother culminating in an amazing journey to an extremely remote cattle station as a 12 year old. That experience presented a hard life, a huge learning curve and included a saga which now seems surreal, was this me or a movie I once saw. As is said, 'wait there's more' including the S.A public service, a dreadful shock to the system after I sneaked in as a training officer. As well, a period as a training consultant and ten years in mining management. Then life struck hard as you will understand if you decide to read on. So ! this is me, surviving Polio, being booted out of home and stranded in a lonely city far from home, later lost in the wilderness of the great outback, the trauma and legacy of personal loss.

Aspen Carlee Ellington. "Beau's Girl" That's how I've been known since the 10th grade. Every time I looked into the future...whether it was an hour, a day or years ahead of me...that's all I saw. Me and him. Just like I'd always seen. I had no doubt it would be us. The one day I turned into a real fucking girl and voiced some feelings and watched him walk out of my life to go on some deployment I couldn't know the details of. My heart had a sinking feeling that I would never see him again. Now I'm 22 and it's two years later he's standing in my backyard with my brothers back from some godforsaken place...and yes. I'm still 100% his. Will this Christmas bring me a happily ever after? Beau Remington Brighton Every day I wake up and remember the most beautiful sexy girl I'd ever have the pleasure of knowing. Every day I find a way to torture myself to the brink of mental or physical death for shattering her. Fast forward two years, I'm standing in her backyard with her older brothers not knowing if she'll even acknowledge my existence. But fuck me...she's even more gorgeous than I remembered and I swear before Christmas is over, I'll have made her broken heart whole and she'll be mine. Aspen is a 21 year old dessert maker. Beau is a 28 year old Navy SEAL. Between ghosts from their pasts and dangers of their future...broken promises, broken dreams and broken hearts...can these two fix a love that was broken?

"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

The last thing you remember was dying. So why are you here?? In a woman's body you don't know of that somehow looks like you but not. In a place you thought you could never be in. The world that you thought was fiction turns into a reality for you. But seeing him, you had a goal. A goal to change the story. Hopefully you don't die in the process COD MWII x Reader Insert !!CONTAIN COD MWIII SPOILERS!! ___ Hi! This is my first time writing fanfics or even stories. I am still learning how to do this ahaha.. So there will be times in the story that are confusing or a lot of of grammar and spelling mistakes in this story. Do comment on the parts you read don't make sense, I'm open to any criticize and I'll try my best to improve :D This will also be a bit of a slow burn.. Since I do have moments where I am busy or incapable of doing things.