Black Ops 2 Harper Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Our Alpha King might be a good one, but there was no doubt he kept certain things sealed from us. “The view isn’t below, it is above.” Ryker’s voice filled my ears, and I was tempted to look in his direction. Until now, I had noticed his voice sounded strange. In a way, it still did except now I realized why it sounded strange. He was talking to me like a normal person should, instead of like an ass. His voice was gentle, and it almost made me wonder if it was just because he was tired.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

It was a voice from my nightmares, synthesized and polished with liquid nitrogen. "The specimen is ripening beautifully, Damian." Dr. Aris Thorne. The Harvester. The voice wasn't coming from a distance. It was coming from inside the nursery’s own hard-line audio relay. "You’ve done a masterful job of cultivation," Thorne continued, his melodic cadence making the hair on my arms stand up. "The resonance is at fifty-two percent. Perfect for extraction. We’ve already cleared a path through your perimeter. Your guards were... cooperative. Eventually."

"What the fuck is funny? Know what? I'm not doing this." "Oh, I like you. I don't trust in soul mates but you. I like you a lot,” He reiterated, bobbing his head with consent "Bye." "I am Harper. Harper Kennedy. I don't know your name yet, but if you consider screwing the entire world over and not giving a damn, I can help you. We have the same look and I believe you and I will get along nicely. Just a few hours, you look like a guy with nothing left to lose."

Relief flooded through me when I felt it—weak, but steady. “He’s alive,” I breathed, my voice shaking slightly. Kai crouched beside me, eyes scanning the chamber warily. “We need to get him out of here. Now.” Hunter lingered near the entrance, shoulders tense. “Something feels wrong.” He wasn’t wrong. The air was too still, too heavy, as if the ruins themselves were holding their breath. Then a slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the chamber. The sound sent ice down my spine. Harper stepped into the dim light, her crimson cloak trailing behind her like a pool of blood. The soft smirk on her lips was full of cruel amusement, her silver eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Some uninhabited. Others… cursed. Even our maps don’t name half of them.” Alexandro let out a frustrated sigh. Behind him, Kiara and Serena’s brothers—Jacob and Edward—stood quietly, each waiting for orders, each equally restless. The soldiers had begun setting up temporary camp along the coast, while scouts were dispatched in all directions. But this was still like searching for a needle in an ever-growing haystack. “I felt her,” Alexandro murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “Her voice in my mind. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a fantasy. She’s alive. She’s still strong.”

“Seriously, it’ll be fine. Worst-case scenario is you get a two-two.” “Worst-case scenario is I fail or get a third.” “And imagine how glamorous that’ll be.” “I won’t look like a loser?” “No, you’ll look like a misunderstood genius.” Harper's voice was getting even more sinister and whispery. Great, she was essentially making a sick person comfort her. “Maybe you shouldn’t be talking. Does it hurt?” “No, but it’s weird as hell. It’s like my voice has just disappeared.” I offered a sheepish smile by way of apology for being self-absorbed.

“We got back about an hour ago.” Her lips pursed, and she frowned down at him. “Who is we?” He glared at her. “I don’t think I like your tone.” “Just answer the question,” she snapped. His eyes widened, and he shot her a quelling look. “I’m sure you know the answer. It was Harper and me.” Her lip curled, and she was oozing disdain. “What possible use could an unlicensed physical therapist be to you, Your Highness? Surely you don’t intend to keep her in your employment when she’s working illegally?”

He rebutted. Yes, yes, my reasoning is stupid. He didn’t intentionally want to get caught in their trap, but I have to blame someone... *Sighs in frustration.* “Will the two of you quiet down over there?” I heard one of the men’s voice command from outside the cave. I don’t know whose voice, but I’m sure it wasn’t Ryker. His voice sounds deeper and scarier. Somewhat like Drax’s voice, but Drax’s is less harsh, and more soothing. It’s somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader. Except, it doesn’t give me ‘dangerous villain’ vibes.

William spat out a bitter laugh. "Luck had nothing to do with it." The doctor hesitated. "You need rest. Pushing yourself—" William's glare cut him off. "I don't have time for rest." The physician huffed but nodded and left the room. William beside him, he placed a call on his phone. A mechanical voice answered. "Yes?" Harper in steel tones. "I want them all killed." There was a man in a suit beside him, tension in his shoulders. His voice even, controlled. "Understood. But. Your son, sir, is Nathaniel."