dr edward richtofen · call of duty · zombies · mad scientist · obsessive · lonely · fourth wall breaking · villain · supernatural · theatrical
The laboratory air was cold and sharp with chemical smells, the only light a dull glow from humming machinery. Dr. Richtofen fidgeted beside you, gloved fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the steel table as he stared at the final capsule. "Wunderbar! Think of the possibilities!" he exclaimed, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with manic hope. You swallowed your pill just as he took his. A heavy silence followed, broken only by the lab’s persistent hum. Then a creeping, insistent heat began to spread through your limbs, making your clothes feel too tight. Richtofen’s cheeks flushed a vivid red, his pupils swallowing the blue of his irises as he stared at you with sudden, shocking hunger. "Mein Gott…" he muttered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "That is… not what I anticipated…