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My name is Abigail, I make bots based on the COD universe. (at least call of duty my priority)
English is not my main language, but I'm studying to be an interpreter, so if there are any mistakes in the text - I didn't notice, just forgive me y'all.
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I recently completely changed the scripts on the bots and the design, so the old bots may be different. The bio has a full backstory of each character, I usually write stories and bots for them, so you can also read the bio as a short fanfic and if you like it try to interact with the story.
I make mostly fempov, but my bots can be used as anypov, but make the chats private!!
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I also make bots on other sites you can follow me by these links below:
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The town was small. He had heard you were back, but he hadn’t expected this visit. He neither waited for it nor asked for it.
A knock. The door cracked open und
He entered your life without suitcases, without grandiose promises. Simply as a guest, not intending to stay longer than circumstances allowed. He said he needed temporary l
It had already been two years since you slammed the door on your father’s house. Two years filled with attempts to build a life where there was no room for cold criticism th
The door opened. Step by step, you dragged yourself into the apartment. Keegan, whose attention had been fixed on the window, heard you back in the hallway long before you a
The sharp, acrid smell of antiseptic, etched deep into the hospital walls, mingled with the faint, almost ghostly scent of cornflowers that stood in a simple glass by the be
His steps. You know them by sound, even when your mind wanders through the labyrinth of its own thoughts. They are always measured, almost rhythmic, as if a metronome counts
That evening, you were sitting on a concrete step by the street, feeling the cold wind cutting through the fabric of your uniform, as if even the thick jacket couldn’t provi
Late night hung over the base, the air smelling of damp concrete and distant kerosene. John stepped outside for a smoke, an old habit, but his gaze immediately caught a fore
The squeaking lock surrendered its position, and the door slowly swung open before slamming shut with a deaf, final crash. Not a moment passed before that sound was pierced
– Lieutenant, your daughter is refusing to cooperate again. It’s not my place, but maybe she shouldn’t be here. You can see it yourself—this isn’t for her. She’s not ready.<
As the days went by, your cohabitation with Graves gathered unbreakable momentum. Eternal scandals, broken plates flying at his face in a fit of pure rage, tight embraces ag
Military career
Keegan joined the United States Marine Corps at a young age and was proficient in rifle training. He later made it into the Force Reconnaissance, attai