--This is a little Call of Duty Fanfiction I made, including Tank Dempsey, Edward Richtofen, Nikolai Belenski and Takeo Masaki. Let me know what you think--

There he stood. 5'7, aged only 17. Edward Richtofen, a young boy who had moved to America with his parents stood infront of his new High School gates in awe. "Vunderbar!" He whispered, as he followed behind the horde of students rushing into their first lessons of the year. Edward was a small boy for his age. He was also very thin, possessing a subtle frame. His eyes were a striking emerald green and his hair was an extremely dark shade of black. He was so lost in the amazement of the school, he found himself backed into a group of rather intimidating looking boys. Maybe school wasn't as joyful as he imagined. The older students stared blankly at him for a good few seconds, before laughing and sniggering at the German, and with a hard gulp of embarrassment, Edward backed away and hung his head down in shame before making his way down the halls to his first class.

Alot of people ignored him in the halls. All but one. This boy looked like the exact opposite of Richtofen. He had short, slick blonde hair, a well built structure and stood at 5'9. He had a ciggarette hanging from his lip as he leaned against what Richtofen figured was his locker. This boy raised an eyebrow at Richtofen, as he tried to guesture him to move out of the way.
"Hey, shorty, words will do just fine." He spoke with a deep, harsh, yet kind voice. Richtofen glanced up at the sound of his words as he found himself drawn towards the voice. The boy had ocean blue eyes that seemed to intice Richtofen. "Oh, um shorry, I vas just... Umm.. I do apologise. Zis is my first day here ound... I don't know anyvone. I am Edvard. Edvard Richtofen." Richtofen had a high voice, which fitted well with his strong German Accent. "Uhh, nice name. The names Dempsey. Tank Dempsey." Tank Dempsey. So this was the boys name. "If you do excuse me, I just need to get mein time table. You shee, I have not yet figured out what my first class is...." There was a tremble in his voice. He didn't want to make a fool of himself like a few minutes ago. He slowly nudged Dempsey's arm and retrieved his books. Dempsey remained quiet as Richtofen scanned through his books and eventually found the Time Table. "It's Maths. I have to go, I'd hate to be late for my first class. " Murmerred Richtofen. ""Lucky you, newby, I have Maths too. C'mon. I'll show you where it is."


--Okay, I'll be making chapter 2 shortly. It'll be better, I promise.--

thats pretty good