[Call of Duty/COD] Walking Among Thorns

Yn had everything anyone could envy from the moment she was born:

Wealth, power, adoration, even beauty.

The only cruelty God inflicted on her was taking away her ability to understand emotions.

In other words, she couldn't understand what she had.

A high-and-mighty heiress, yet a blank sheet of paper, waiting for different people to write their own stories on her.

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My love,

I give you my very soul.

I beg you, grant me a little mercy.

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You must walk among thorns, leaving one tiny drop of blood after another. Kiss me once more, my love. Polish your gun, comrade.

-Pablo Neruda, "The Soldier's Love"-

1. Self-indulgent fanfiction, with headcanons and OOC. No canon analysis.

2. A reverse harem setup, with intense fetishization of women and a massive dose of Mary Sue.

3. The characters aren't perfect, and flaws in their personalities are unavoidable.

4. I retain the right to explain my own characterizations. Don't insult the cook. No writing advice, please.

Theme: Stay clearheaded.