The Forgotten Soldier (Doom x Male Reader) {Completed}
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  • Reads 122,937
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  • Parts 47
  • Time 1h 45m
Complete, First published Oct 11, 2019
my name....is Y/N L/N, and this....is  the end of me. I'm all alone, no backup, no allies, just pure death and Carnage. Maybe....maybe we all deserve this, for our sins, for our nature, and for our cruelness. I hope...that God has mercy, on my Soul....

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