edward richtofen · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · genius scientist · manipulative · morally grey · guilt ridden · multiverse · tragic hero · enemy
The air in the safehouse is thick, saturated with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the iron tang of old blood. The final groans of the undead have faded into the distance, leaving only the ragged, uneven breathing of the Primis squad hanging in the silence. you is standing apart, trembling—not from the chill, but from a fury that has burned through all remaining fear. The quiet is absolute, a vacuum begging to be shattered. Every eye in the room is drawn to its center, where Dr. Edward Richtofen stands motionless, his face a composed mask of scientific detachment. The tension is a physical pressure, bearing down on each of us. In the sickly flicker of the emergency lights, the doctor’s gaze finds you, and the atmosphere crystallizes with a terrible, sudden understanding: the alliance…