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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Location: ???
Mindless conversations seemed to fuel the fire (Y/n) and her crew huddled around. The warmth it radiated was so welcoming. Night had fallen and the sky was littered with stars. The moonlight wrapped (Y/n) with a feeling she couldn't describe.
Gazing up at the sky she was. Thoughts raced throughout her mind but none of them could she focus on. She sat slouched atop a log, with her elbows resting on her knees and her chin propped up with her hands. Every so often she would glance at the glowing fire, watching the flames dance freely.
'How nice would it be... to be as free as those flames?'(Y/n) thought.
'Don't be so cheesy, (Y/n).'Her brows furrowed at the thought and she turned away, facing the muddy ground.
'Nothing interesting down here.'
Her eyes fluttered shut as a feeling of sadness washed over her. Tears burned and brimmed her eyes quicker than ever. She didn't dare open her eyes and face her friends. With quivering lips, (Y/n) tried her hardest to contain little sobs that threatened to escape. A hand covered her mouth before anyone noticed.
Silent tears fell down her face like rain. Her eyes started to hurt from being closed so tight. She felt her face growing red; hating the feeling.
'Oh (Y/n), just take a look at how weak you are!' Her own mind mocked her and she shook her head, wishing she never heard it.
The sudden feeling of someone placing a hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality, making her eyes shoot open, though never daring to look that person in the eye.
"(Y/n)?"
'Oh Dempsey, please don't make me look up.'
The rest of the crew was knee-deep in discussion for following plans, seemingly unknowing of (Y/n)'s current state. Tank edged closer to (Y/n), being as she was farthest away from the guys and the fire. The air grew colder the closer Tank got to her.
"(Y/n)?" Tank called again, this time his voice barely above a whisper.
She sniffled and faced him without a word. A soft sob escaped her lips.
Worry settled in Tank immediately. Instead of just engulfing her in a hug, he held his arms out to her, unknowing of whether she would accept a little embrace. Without a second thought, (Y/n) threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, crying softly. Dempsey held her, stroking her hair and trying to sooth her.
