Task Force 404 is forced to shelter from a blizzard over Christmas.

The remnants of the Old World refuse to die off quietly. Secret societies, select individuals, or occult groups, call them whatever you want. Regardless the point stands, secluded members of the United States wish to become a Super Power again, even if the world is dying. A Specialist, under the authority of the "Big Six" has been sent to Eastern Europe to deal with G&K.

A soul is abruptly thrust into a world of rather unpredictable circumstances. Becoming something borderline machine isn't something he'd ever considered. However, he has something to do and so he'll do it with no hesitation. Just pull the trigger and march on.

After an update and reboot of Griffin's central systems, the Commander's records are accidentally deleted, forcing him to re-take all of his training courses on his day off. Unfortunately for him, however, the curriculum has undergone some "changes" since he last went through it.

After getting mildly upset at his computer not being able to play games smoothly, SV-98 ropes the commander into going outside to find a graphics card. Nothing about this outing could go wrong.

[Pre-main story] A operation gone wrong due to wrong intel, Anti-Rain is on the run from Sangvis troops, someone came to help them [Oneshot]. Cover from Lowlight himself as a birthday gift to fan in Weibo. GFL belongs to MICA and Sunborn.

Graduating top of her class and fresh out of the academy, the young Commander Juno Itsuki is placed in charge of Sector Nine. Despite her lack of experience, she strives to do her best to bring an end to the war with Sangvis Ferri. Fortunately, she won't be alone in tackling the challenges that lie ahead.

A competent officer leads and inspires their soldiers. A competent officer learns about and understands their soldiers. But a competent officer does not fraternize with their soldiers. A competent officer does not let themselves be compromised. He had forgotten those words.

Sometimes, life comes at you like an explosion. Life also ties you down and injects you with illegal drugs to create the next evolution of humanity- wait, why is my shirt too tight? Field Agent Femwin reporting for duty. WARNING: Read up to Ch10 of 'Field Agent' by Johnny Wycliffe first! Rated T for-

"WE LIVING IN THE CRUMBS AND CRUMBS WORTH OF MILLIONS OF CC'S. AS LONG WE DON'T GET SHOT, FRIED, AND CURB-STOMPED BY MECH. THREE OF US WILL BE FINE! " "What about other Espers, Psyche commanders, and a whole ass army of replicas?" "We get into that later" "I'm not finished. We are also on the watch list of Statesec, Paradues, and -" "Ok stop"

Taking tome time off from missions at the beach, AK-12 and AN-94 soon find themselves in the company of three handsome men - and when they're whisked away to an abandoned beach house for some privacy, AK-12 is all too happy to indulge them. [Smut]

After returning from a mission, ST AR-15 visits the Commander in his bedroom wanting a reward for a mission well done. All too familiar with it, the Commander gladly complies. [Smut]

An emotionally distant doll and a tired commander, neck-deep in conflict between the world, eachother and themselves internally. A flickering flame of love between them helps them through their toughest days, but only during the rare few evenings they can see each other again. [Commander x UMP45]

And you thought the main fic was bad. Please keep in mind that this is pretty much smut, not-canon and if you haven't read Field agent some of it makes no sense. Some of it makes no sense in context, but...

An illegal T-Doll and a wanted fugitive, a yellow zone crawling with ELID, and a blatant disregard for personal safety. A tale of begrudging camaraderie, revenge, and maybe saving what's left of a shithole city- if they feel like it.

[Mirror Stage Spoiler Warning] With no sign of their missing comrades, the weight of stopping a cataclysmic terrorist attack square on their shoulders, and the bad news regarding a close friend's condition fresh in their minds, the Commander and ST AR-15 decide to take their stress and frustration out on each other.

Sent on a recon mission in a small town, ST AR-15 and M4A1 are on lookout for possible Paradeus activity. While resting and surveilling the area in a humble restaurant, they are attacked by the faction they were looking for. But to the surprise of both sides, a waiter takes a stand and intervenes. And there's a lot more about him than he lets on. [Placed on temporary Hiatus]

A silly story about a spaceship that falls in love with a space janitor and attempts to persuade him to come with it into deep space where they will be happy together, forever. The spaceship also reverse-voltrons in four very underage, very thirsty lolis. (Because of course it does).

A mysterious assassin suddenly ends up in the world of Girls Frontline, his favorite game.

Anti rain and 404 both are after someone on Griffon college campus. Can Anti-rain prevail?

While investigating the escape of several Sangvis prisoners from their holding cells, Griffin's Commander is captured by Sangvis forces eager for retribution for brainwashing their comrades. Will the AR Team be able to rescue the Commander in time? Or will Sangvis Ferri successfully procure their strongest ally yet?

This story is done. I didn't like the way it was going and realized I didn't like it. If you liked this one or end up reading and liking this one, please read my new one: Arthur's Tomb. It is also Girl's Frontline but more in line with what I originally wanted. Sorry for the update.

Returning from a date with Desert Eagle, the Commander and his dutiful companion head back to his room - where inevitably a little kiss turns into something much more intense. [Smut]

Commander D has been assigned as Counselor Commander to a unit of highly unstable teenage girl war androids. It's his job to fully explore their combat trauma as well as their little underage bodies...

With the AR Team having a rare day off, the Commander decides to whisk them away to the city for some shopping. Little did he know he'd be having a rather intimate encounter with one member of the team in the changing rooms. [Smut]