The Demon {Ghost n Konig Fan Fiction}

Prologue

{Before I get started please do know that some chapters I will put in the certain trigger warnings before I start the chapters. But please read at your own risk. I also know it has been a very long time since I have done one of these. There are two characters one is my oc and the other is a friends oc. The rest are either made up or actual characters from Modern Warfare II. If you have an suggestions please comment where you'd like to or PM me! Other then that ENJOY!}

We start this story off seeing a girl, in her mid twenties. She has curly dark brown hair, glowing porcelain skin, beautifully hazel eyes. She has freckles scattered across her body, her muscles toned, more toned then the average woman. She reaches a height of five foot seven feet per inch. Her legs are longer then her torso or arms. As said before she is toned, but her normal build is stockier then the average woman, perfect for a linebacker for American Football.

We see her signing up for the Marines in her state, she is hesitant but knows she will ace the ASVAB test and physical scores. She plans to be part of the special ops, she knows her shooting scores are higher then the average solider. Her close combat skills still good but needed some work. She is scrolling through her phone hoping she can finally take back her life.

She stays quiet when a Marine recruiter stands in front of her. He is holding his hand out to shake hers. She hesitantly takes his hand and shakes it.

"Good evening Miss Norse. My name is Sergeant McDonald, I see your trying to apply to become a Marine?" the recruiter states happily. She nods without saying a word thinking she was gonna say something dumb or idiotic.

"Well I have great news. I see your ASVAB score is in the range we typically try to have our soldiers within. I also see your weight is very high for a female." They looked up from their paper work but then seen her body build.

They walk around her as she becomes hesitant. Then they looked back at the paper chuckling. "It says you want to be part of the special ops but I think we can put you some where else your more needed. If down the line you want to be part of special ops." They smile softly to her

"Yes sir or uh ma'am." She said hesitantly. The recruiter chuckles and smiles.

We then see them walk into the office and get her set up for her boot camp days. Days turn to weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. She ran through the ranks faster then she thought. She became the top of her platoon, becoming a sergeant. She would make it through many more years going into her thirties.

She became a very well respected solider. But finally got what she wanted originally, special ops. She took this opportunity with the greatest power she could. She would start in different states being traveled around the world becoming very good at her job. She becomes the best to be hired for almost every mission.

Now this brings us to present times. We now see our main character walking through the airport in her home state of Michigan. She now has tattoos from all her greatest times. Her hair no longer a dark brown but a bright red. She had dyed it while the world was on lockdown due to a world wide disease.

She bares facial piercings and lifts her very curly red hair out of her eyes to be able to read the signs hearing a familiar voice coming up behind her.

{Dees' POV}

I continue to walk acting like I did not hear her coming up behind me. She always was a good at being sneaky on missions, but when it came to goofing around, she wasn't the best. Once I knew she was behind me, I paused pretending to read my map. I turned around fast doing my best scream growl, scaring Viktoria.

"Holy shit Dee! Why do you do that every time I try to scare you?!" She shouted. I laughed with a short snort at the end.

"Dude you know better I can hear you with my good ear." I stated pointing at my left ear. My friend would roll her eyes.

"Besides lets go we are gonna miss our flight." I nudged her hard as I then looked at my phone. I grabbed my bag with one hand, and my belt part of my pants. I started to run to the gate entrance as Viktoria followed shortly behind me.

I chose the wrong day to wear baggy cargo pants. I managed to make it in time. I handed the airline worker my ticket, then was directed onto the flight. I nodded to the worker, hearing Viktoria struggling a bit with the worker. I chuckled loudly as I made my way onto the flight. I got to my seat as I put my bag in the container above the seats but kept my backpack on my person. It held my valuables, I had also personal products for the long flight.

I see Viktoria sit next to me, I frown as she realized to put her bigger bag in the compartment. I smirked rolling my eyes. I then paid attention when the flight attendant was telling us the rules and all the lovely things of what to do or not to do if the flight crash or looses power. Once she was done, I put in my headphones and start listening to my music. I close my eyes, not knowing that soon my life is about to change for good.