The Witch Reaper (Call of Duty Fan Fiction)

Dedication: “To all the self-proclaimed innocent girls who wants to get f-cked up by 6’2 British masked soldier boy”

The depths of my obsession knew no bounds. It began as a gratitude, a debt to be repaid. He had saved me from the clutches of death, and I felt an overwhelming need to reciprocate. Little did I know that my attempts to repay him would spiral into something dark and perilous.

At first, my gestures were harmless — tokens of appreciation, subtle displays of affection. Yet, as the days passed, my obsession grew like a malignant seed, taking root in the fertile soil of my mind. I couldn't control the intensity of my feelings, and every attempt to rein them in proved futile.

The tipping point arrived when my gratitude transformed into a dangerous possession. In a moment of desperation, I resorted to kidnapping him, convinced that claiming him as mine was the only way to ensure our connection endured. What had started as a noble intention had now warped into something sinister.

As I struggled to grapple with the consequences of my actions, a moral dilemma gnawed at me. I was torn between the genuine desire to repay him for his selfless act and the monstrous reality that my obsession had birthed. Every day was a battle to regain control, but the line between sanity and madness blurred as my obsession threatened to consume us both.