Black Ops 2 Harper Voice Actor Novels & Stories

The salt air stung her nose, the pier boards creaked under their weight, and every nerve in her body screamed for escape. The world shifted before she could speak. Headlights blazed across the water — beams cutting through the fog like blades. Engines rumbled, low and menacing, and a convoy of black SUVs rolled down the pier road. “Shit,” Jax muttered, hauling her back toward the shadows. “That’s not my men.” Ethan swore. “It’s his.” Harper’s laugh was low and triumphant. “Told you, princess. Daddy always comes when I call.”

He trembles, both of them kneeling instantly. "Go, I will take first watch. I'll deal with you when we get back home." I tell him. He and his partner scurrying off. I don't go out of my way to know people's names unless they have made a strong impression on me or I hold them in high regard. Harper is one of the personal guards I hold in high regard since he was recruited from Weeping meadows pack three years ago. He was one of the most skilled fighters I had seen since Ryder and earned the privilege of being on my royal army easily. Of course he no longer is.

I question him. “I guess we will have to wait and see.” Harper comes up behind me dressed in gear holding one of those special guns. “What are you doing.” I ask her. “What. Did you really think I would pass up the opportunity to shoot my pig headed brother?” she grins at us. Again that love hate relationship never gets old. “Don’t forget us.” I turn around again to see Quinn, Breda, Uhtred, and Faith all dressed up ready to go.

whimpered Yasmin in a quivering voice. “They’re waiting in the very pub I opened for you? Ballsy! Either way, lead me to them. I’m having a word with those b*stards!” scoffed Harper as he signaled for two bodyguards to follow him out. His lack of hesitation stemmed from the fact that the pub was within his territory… Regardless, the second Harper left his office, Gerald—who was cultivating in his office in Wayfair Mountain—, couldn’t help but helplessly shake his head as he opened his eyes.

Harper asked as he reloaded the Glock 19 on his small hand. The sweet smile on his face contrasted with his action. Moses couldn’t escape and his body turned stiff. He sweated profusely as he prayed for his life. “You… What are you trying to do!?” Harper raised the recorder in his hand and asked in a serious, assertive tone. “Tell me whose fan you are? Was your action to shoot Gianna ordered by Chloe Bailey!?” Harper already knew it would be difficult to get the confession of Chloe’s hardcore fan.

Madison was trailing behind him, her eyes wide with faked horror. "Confess!" Harper yelled, pointing a trembling finger at Madison. "You hired him to throw Avery off the roof!" "I... I don't know what you're talking about," Madison whimpered, ducking behind Hudson. "Hudson, she’s crazy! I’ve been with you all night!" "Oscar-worthy," Harper mocked. She reached down and snatched the assassin’s fallen phone. "Let's see who the last person to call this piece of trash was." She hit redial.

“Zane. Kill it.” “Got it, boss.” A second later, Harper witnessed a full-blown joint operation to “execute” a talking AI dog. AI Doc died a “hero’s death.” Chase tilted his head, watching her with cool, piercing eyes. “You looked pretty happy just now.” Harper quickly wiped the smile off her face. “It was kind of cute.” “I’m so excited!” the robot’s voice suddenly piped up again. “She called me cute! You’re cute too, Miss Harper—so cute that the Young Master feels urges! Congratulations!”

“Look, I know this might seem horribly brutal coming from someone like me. Yes, it is in my nature to care and aid those who are in need of medical care. However, those who have chosen to align themselves with the Domain are hardly considered people. They would have no stealing your wolf soul and selling it to the highest bidder.” The whole room was utterly memorized as Harper went on. Not a single person dared to pull their attention away—myself included. She was a complete natural when stepping into a leadership position. The corners of my mouth curled upward while my chest swelled with pride. Harper turns her head to glance at me and returns my smile before turning back to face the group.

Harper. He was a thin, stooped man, face carved with years of hardship. We found him at a run-down apartment near the docks. When I mentioned Archer Cain, his eyes darkened. “That name brings bad blood,” he said, voice low. “Who is he?” Sophia asked. Harper hesitated, then whispered, “He was a fixer for the orphanage bosses. Kept the dirty work quiet. Maurice got tangled with him years ago. Dangerous man. Cold as ice.”

The convoy moved slowly past me. As the main car drew level with my spot, it stopped. The black, bulletproof window lowered just a crack. I strained my blurry eyes, desperate to see who was inside. I couldn't see anything, but I heard a voice. A voice that haunted my every waking moment, yet it was distant, cold as ice. “Leave something for the beggar.” That voice… it was Harper. There was no hatred in it. No anger. Not even a flicker of emotion.