1.0 & 2.0 characters in a series of one-shots and headcanons.
+ Bonus CoDZ x reader story
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{Any Art Used Is Not Mine}
(Cover Photo Not Mine)
{Characters Belong To Treyarch}
+ Published in 2017 and still on-going
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Just as that wicked book of worldly prophecies foretold, the four men arrived in orderly manner. All hostile, and with the same mission to capture him, as predicted.
But who is she?
Richtofen paced about, holding his head in his hands, palms covering his ears like he desperately needed to muffle the sounds of the world as he lost himself in a state of hysteria. Jaggedly, he drew in shallow breaths, his heart pounding like a beating drum as he panicked like never before. Numerous thoughts ran rampant through his mind, none of which he could stably focus on, except one.
"Who is she? She's not supposed to be here." Richtofen choked out a whisper.
His mind replayed the same image of the girl. Despite how he only caught a glimpse of her from over the American's shoulder, he can clearly recall all of her flawless details.
Her stoic, defensive stance, ready to spring into action in a blink. An assault rifle clutched tightly in her delicate hands. Her hair was windswept and dampened by the pouring rain, but somehow making her features look striking. Her most memorable feature of all was that of her eyes, so sharp and deadly as she glared down the American, visibly intimidating him.
Shakily, Richtofen exhaled, sweeping a hand through his hair. Even in the harsh winter climate, the German still found beads of sweat collecting on his forehead.
The Kronorium lie open on a tabletop before him. For what felt like hours, Richtofen had skimmed through every detail inked on the pages, desperately searching for a minuscule detail about a girl, just a mere mention of a name perhaps. Resultantly, he was none the wiser of her origin.
Stepping away from the table, Richtofen let his head slump slightly, his eyes lazily falling shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"This is just what I need." He thought, a sigh slipping into the air in a cold mist.
Clambering and cluttering startled the German, instinctively reaching for his pistol as he noticed a stray zombie dragging itself out of a broken tomb in the wall. Landing itself on the floor with a hefty thud, the lofty creature staggered to its feet, and began lumbering towards Richtofen.
He raised his arm, squinting subtly as he stared down the barrel of the gun, and with ultimate precision, Edward fired a bullet directly through the zombie's skull, sending splatters of blood flying askew, a few droplets landing on the exposed pages of the Kronorium.
Staring blankly as the creature crumbled into a heap of itself on the floor, Edward let his arm fall to his side, turning his nose up at the disgusting sight of the fallen undead soldier. He stepped over the zombie and headed towards the table, huffing when he noticed specks of blood painting the books' pages.
