I have been obsessed with COD these days. A good friend and I have made OCs, and I've been typing away with ideas on lore. Me being a Ghost fan, I just HAD to ship them. I've also been spending an unhealthy amount of time on janitor ai to create Ghost bots to play out scenarios.

Do I need help? Probably. Will I get it? Probably not. So now I'm turning to fanfic to post all my little snippets until I can piece together a whole ass book about these two. And draw fanart in the meantime. -T- Give me your opinions, please?

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Full Name: Classified

Callsign: Wraith

Affiliation: Task Force 141, SpecGru

Role: Covert Ops Specialist, Close-Quarters Combat Expert

Wraith is the embodiment of controlled chaos – lean deadly, and always one step ahead. She stands at about 5'1", built like a predator meant for speed and precision rather than brute force. Her piercing blue-green eyes hold a sharpness that never dulls scanning the battlefield with an eerie calm.

Her long, jet-black hair usually hangs loose, framing a face that rarely betrays emotion – unless she's smirking, which usually means trouble. A jagged scar runs just below her jawline, a reminder of a fight she won but never forgot.

Dressed head-to-toe in tactical gear, Wraith favors a sleek, black combat suit reinforced for mobility over bulk. A half-mask covering the lower half of her face, leaving only those sharp, knowing eyes visible.

Wraith never had a childhood – at least, not one worth remembering. She grew up in the underbelly of London, where survival meant knowing when to fight and when to disappear. Her father, an ex-military man turned underground enforcer, taught her the art of violence before she learned to tie her shoes. When he didn't come home one night – killed over a debt he couldn't pay – Wraith didn't cry. She just vanished.

By sixteen, she was a ghost on the streets, slipping through the cracks, untraceable. She learned to lie by necessity, and learned to kill when a job went sideways. The world had no mercy for someone like her, so she showed none in return.

The military found her before the streets could swallow her whole. A recruiter saw potential – a girl with no attachments, no hesitation, and a mind built for survival. She didn't enlist for patriotism or a sense of duty. She enlisted because it was the only way forward. The only way to stop running and start hunting.

Basic training was easy. Too easy. Wraith has spent her whole life enduring worse. Where others struggled, she adapted. Where others panicked, she stayed cold. It wasn't long before the higher-ups noticed her particular talents – uncanny stealth, a killer's patience, and an ability to move unseen, unheard, untouched.

She was pulled into special operations, trained in sabotage, infiltration, and psychological warfare. It was here she earned the callsign Wraith – not just for how she could disappear into the shadows, but for the way she could slip into enemy lines and leave nothing behind but an eerie silence. No signs of struggle, no traces of a fight – just empty rooms and unanswered questions.

Her reputation caught the attention of Task Force 141. They needed someone who could get in where Ghost and the others couldn't. Someone who didn't just fight in the dark, but belonged there.

That's when she met him – Ghost.

Two killers, two survivors, two masks hiding different kinds of scars. They clashed at first. Ghost was brutal, Wraith was surgical. He fought like a storm, she fought like a whisper. But war has a way of breaking down walls, and in the heat of battle, they learned something undeniable – when they worked together, they were unstoppable.

Now?

Now, she's one of 141's best, a ghost in her own right. But unlike Ghost, she doesn't carry her past like a weight – she buries it deep. No one knows her real story, and she plans to keep it that way. The mission always comes first.

But sometimes, just sometimes, when the gunfire stops and the world goes quiet; she wonders if someone could ever see past the mask. If someone would stay even after they did.

And maybe – just maybe - there's already one man who does.

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If Wraith would have social media, her Bio Page would look something like this:

Wraith Shadow of TF141

Certified Pain in Ghost's Ass

Professional Shit-Stirrer & Sharpshooter

Runs on adrenaline, caffeine, and bad decisions

Accidentally married a legend (Riley, you're stuck with me now)

Playlists are 90% war cries & 10% emotional damage

DNDs:

If you're KorTac, I'm not responsible for my actions

Don't ask me about my body count (both definitions apply)

No, I won't tell you what's under Ghost's mask. Try harder.

I don't start fights. I just make sure I finish them.

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"You can't kill what you can't catch. But you can try – I love a good chase." - Wraith