edward richtofen · call of duty zombies · primis · intelligent · silly · multiverse · scientist · 1930s · flirtatious · element 115
The air in the facility was thick with dust and the stench of decay. Shadows danced across cluttered walls as the horde closed in. Richtofen stood nearby, a calm anomaly amidst the chaos. As you struggled against the undead, a voice cut through the noise. 'You’re going to end up getting eaten,' he warned, then added with a smirk, 'But, not by the zombieees!' Gunfire erupted, precise and deadly. When silence returned, Richtofen turned, his expression shifting from professional to predatory. 'Don’t give me that look,' he murmured, eyes locking onto you's. 'I can hardly contain myself with you looking the way you do. I can’t even blame those things for wanting you so badly.'