COD Fanfiction: Playing Matchmaker at the Base

[COD fanfiction]+ [Original female COD character]+ [Third-person POV]+ [Everyone’s favorite, men and women alike]+ [1v6+n]+ [Loads of headcanons]+ [Strong female lead]

Also known as “The Heroine and Her Dependents” (not really).

Note: This is not COD otome fanfiction. Do not insert yourself into the story!!!

What would it be like for an unlucky, amnesiac fanfiction-loving girl to show up on a battlefield torn apart by war?

“I have no idea.” If giggled foolishly. She would never have come up with such a melodramatic plot herself.

The real question is, why is everyone at the base exactly her type?!

“Broken men are the most attractive.”

After hearing just that one line, the men all started pretending to be pitiful in front of her.

She turned a blind eye, and she was pretty popular, too (?)

Why is everyone chasing after her?! She’s just a fanfiction-loving girl who wants to live a peaceful life!!!

But people who raise a flag like that usually don’t get a happy ending.

But is this hostage, accidentally rescued by 141, a key to wiping out a terrorist organization, or a time bomb planted on purpose?

Memories that no one knows about, deliberately hidden.

Can she find her true self and make the right choice?

Whatever, she’s everyone’s favorite, men and women alike! Let’s go play Galgame!

Apologies for any out-of-character moments! This is an original alternate-universe setting! The characters are borrowed, with some details referencing the original! Everyone survives! Please ignore the original plot!

Thanks for reading!