Codmw Stories

A short story that turned into a book.

After a deadly terrorist attack in Japan leaves many heroes and civilians dead, traumatised or wounded, Class 1-A and a handful of heroes are tasked with carrying out a tough assignment with the aid of a contractor and the Mexican Special Forces in Mexico as the terrorists responsible are being aided by the Mexican cartel known as the Las Almas Cartel.

I obviously don't own any of the CoD characters or plot points A weapon, engineered and reared to kill turns on their captors who have taken advantage of them. And while most bad dogs get sent to the pound or the grave, this one ends up in more capable hands. Will their new teammates at task force 141 see past their fangs and claws, or will they just tighten the cuffs. What will happen when the second in command sees himself in their trauma responses, or when a charming first sergeant shows them kindness and sees first hand that even helhounds can be good dogs.

[ A FANFICTION OF CODMW ]

A new recruit joins Task Force 141. Meeted with his new team, he faces troubles against the terrorist Makarov. Relationship struggles through battle and everything is questioned.

Its 2011. Al-Fulani has been overthrown and his execution was broadcasted all over the country and by proxy all over the world. If there ever was a better time to leave the city it is now. Between succumbing to the natural elements, having to rely on the kindness of complete strangers and evading Al-Asad's homicidal mutineers. Leaving unscathed seems all but possible. They told him that going to university would prepare him for the life he had ahead of him. Not for what would directly threaten it.

rodion x roze

horrid English, good luck understanding. (There's only two chapters about AleRuby lol)

<p>She was the Rosaria.<br /> The Living Cross.<br /> The flesh-made covenant between Heaven's silence and Earth's hunger.<br /> They called her the Consecrated Lamb, the chosen wound, the girl crowned in thorns who walked barefoot through ash to remind the world what obedience costs.</p> <p>All her life, she condemned in the name of the Shepherd -<br /> not a metaphor, not a spirit, but a father of blood and a god of flesh,<br /> a man who preached fire with honey on his tongue and touched salvation with hands that reeked of salt and iron.<br /> She was born beneath the vaulted shadows of his sermons, cradled in incense and screams,<br /> her name whispered like a hymn and a threat.<br /> To be Rosaria was to die beautifully, over and over, for others.<br /> To kneel until the bones bled.<br /> To smile through the sting.<br /> To be watched. Touched. Worshipped. Broken.</p> <p>She had never known a world without devotion.<br /> Without discipline. Without divine pain to stitch her skin to her soul.<br /> She did not dream. She recited.<br /> She did not cry. She repented.<br /> And when her body trembled, it was called ecstasy.</p> <p>So when Task Force 141 breached the gates of her sacred prison,<br /> when boots shattered relics and bullets sang through stained glass,<br /> she did not scream. She did not flee.</p> <p>She stood still.</p> <p>Barefoot in the dust.<br /> Eyes open like wounds.<br /> Lips sealed like a tomb.</p> <p>And martyrs do not run.<br /> They await the knife.</p> <p>But Ghost - the soldier with the skull for a face,<br /> the man who carried death on his back like a second spine -<br /> was not the executioner she had been promised.</p> <p>He did not speak in scripture.<br /> He did not thirst for her blood.<br /> And when he looked at her, it was not with hunger, nor pity, nor awe -<br /> but with something far more dangerous.</p> <p>Recognition.</p> <p>As if he, too, had knelt before an altar that never loved him back.<br />

Armistice has ended and with it the factions of Coalition and Allegiance have temporarily disbanded to recollect themselves after the damaging events of Verdansk following the Nova 6 release. (And since I started writing this apparently Zombies are cannon!) With their income frozen and their money thinning mercenaries from both sides look for temporary work deep within the frozen Russian wasteland. Here a suspicious job opens up for 3 men from both sides of the conflict who blindly take it without much consideration. They quickly regret their decision. A twist of fate leading them to all be employed by a man with a comically common Russian name. Along the way they also meet many more familiar faces in routine, hostile engagements as they race to secure their objective and either get paid; or die trying. Groups link, agreements are shared, and old friends are reunited. But something seems off about the whole mission and the men involved. Who are each of the mercenaries really working for? Their short time employers? Or are the factions beginning to crawl their way back into power?

Posting my cod fics from tiktok and tumblr :))

The full story, as requested;)

If there is one thing Lucy Walker knows best, it's that her life ended the day she had to leave her home in San Diego with her two brothers, Logan and David. Once she was 18 she became a soldier fighting against The Federation, and she was a great one thanks to her training. All these years later she is incredibly skilled at fighting and fights among side her brothers, but her life quickly changes when herself and her brothers run into the Ghosts...

One-shots of different fandoms Like CoD (the newest addition), Evolution smp, hermits and stuff you lot know.

An event brings back Simon and and old friend. Feelings never died, but their chance did. There's some lore, not much plot, all angst. Enjoy the bittersweet aftertaste xoxo

Ghost misses his partner Soap, who's still stuck in his mind.

A Call Of Duty OC book set in the MW (2019) universe... As Japan begins to descend into total lawlessness from terror and greed, the Japanese PMC, RONIN, is hired and tasked to defeat the two powers that threaten the nation whilst also carrying out a task that shall not only change the way the world views Japan but the future of the country with the heart of warriors from a distant time.

Ask 'em, dare 'em, my COD OCs' fate is in your hands. No dares to kill any innocent person or do scat (IT'S GROSS), do not dare them to even do any fetishes. Nothing inappropriate.