*This is my first story and I do not own CoD Zombies, Treyarch, Activision, or any of the characters/ maps/ pictures/ videos involved in this story*
*Please watch the entire video above (cutscene) as I am beginning the story afterwards*
*(Y/N) = Your Name*
*(Y/C) = Your Country*
*(F/C) = Your Favourite Colour*
*(E/C) = Eye Colour*
*(H/C) = Hair Colour (H/L) = Hair Legnth*
*Ok you get the picture, now on with the story!*
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3rd Person POV
You were sent on a mission from (Y/C) to bring Dr. Edward Richtofen back alive for interrogation. Sounded easy enough at first. What you hadn't realised was that there was a massive horde of zombies waiting for you when you arrived at the German laboratory site. "This complicates things a bit" you said to yourself as you shot a zombie with your VMP. As you killed the last zombie in your area you heard gunshots from an unknown location. 'Other people are here? Besides the Doc?' You thought to yourself. Curiosity got the better of you and you began walking to where you thought you had heard the gunshots from not too long ago. You saw an open door leading to a teleporter room. Once there, you see the last of the horde fall down lifelessly to the floor. You look up to see 4 men staring at you, guns aimed directly at your forehead, ready to blow your brains out at any sudden movement. You were going to raise your gun back at them, but thought better of it as you would pretty much have no chance against the 4 men who looked as if they had much more experience with a gun than you. Instead, you went for the innocent approach, placing your gun slowly and carefully on the ground, then raising your hands up either side of your head as a sign of surrender. They all kept their guns aimed at you but looked at one another and started talking to each other quietly so you could not hear. You took this time to analyse the 4 men standing before you. The one on the far left had a brown leather jacket on, light brown pants and black combat boots on. He was an attractive man, didn't look that much older than you, perhaps about 25, maybe a couple years older. He had brownish blonde hair with a small moustache to match. He also had gorgeous blue eyes, not too light and not too dark. The man next to him looked to be Japanese, with a light brown vest with ripped sleeves and grey pants with black boots. He carried a Samurai sword instead of a gun. His hair was dark brown/ black and tied back into a tiny bun. His face was neutral yet stern. All in all, he was still pretty cute too, just in a different way. Next to him was yet another uniquely attractive man who wore a dark brown jacket and a lighter brown vest that looked to be bulletproof, greyish black pants and black boots. He also wore a hat/ helmet with goggles on top of them. He too had brilliant blue eyes and dark brown hair with a smallish moustache and beard to match. Lastly, the man at the far right wore a once white shirt with a light brown vest on top, lined with glass viles filled with some weird looking substance. He had grey pants on with two red lines on the outside of each leg and black combat boots. He too was very attractive in his own way with his black hair and bright green eyes.
Just as you finished your mental analysis of the 4, they all lowered their guns slowly and started to walk over to you. You took this as your cue to lower your hands from their surrendering position. "Why are you here?!" The man with the sword said with hostility in his voice. You shot him a half death glare before the man with the hat and goggles spoke up. "I am sorry about Takeo, he doesn't take too well to strangers." He offered a slight smile, making you feel a little warm inside at his thick Russian accent and his attempt of a proper welcome. You couldn't help but smile back and raised your hand and waved it slightly as if swatting a very small fly away. "No need to apologise, I can see why he's on edge" you said as you gestured slightly at the hundreds of dead zombie bodies on the floor that surrounded the 5 of you. The hat man's smile increased slightly at your polite response. He reached his hand out in front of him for you to shake. "I am Nikolai. Nikolai Belinski. And zhese sober idiots here are Dempsey or 'Ze American' as ve sometimes like to call him, Takeo ze 'honourable' one, and finally Richtofen, or 'Ze German'." He said as he gestured to each of the other 3 men as he said their names. "Nice to meet you all! I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You shook Nikolai's hand, followed by Dempsey's and then Takeo's. You looked over to Richtofen to see if he was going offer a hand to shake but he didn't. Instead he just stared at you as he had been the entire time after they lowered their guns. You were slightly uncomfortable with this, you never liked the idea of not knowing what someone was thinking of you, especially when they kept staring at you too. However, you just shrugged it off and looked back at the others to discuss your plans on how to get out this place alive and why they were here in the first place. As you looked over at Nikolai you couldn't help but feel like someone else's eyes were on you now. You looked around to the other 2 men only to find Dempsey staring at you, or more specifically your body. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You said sarcastically with a hint of flirtation. He instantly snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at you with a hint of pink spreading over his cheeks. You couldn't help but smirk at the now very flustered Dempsey. You heard Takeo stifle a laugh next to you, making your smirk grow. 'I'm going to fit in just fine with these guys' you thought to yourself.
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