Black Ops 2 Harper Voice Actor Novels & Stories

I don't even remember when it happened but I'm sure we were happy and this day was very memorable for both of us. Even though I haven't seen and been with him for three years, my view of him hasn't changed even though I've lost my memory. I suddenly fell silent when I heard that voice. I couldn't even move my hand or my mouth. That voice, the voice that everyone is obsessed with, the voice that is as cold as ice, and the voice that makes my heart beat faster. The owner of that voice was none other than Sebastian. I slowly looked up and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. I'm not wrong, he is.

Suddenly, her mood changes again. Drake maintained his stern yet dangerous look. “I’m not eavesdropping stray,” he blurted, facing his soldier, who was now shaking. “You, stay away from my stray!” he said with his thunderous tone. “I-I’m sorry, alpha. I appreciated the stray’s beauty…” the soldier stuttered. “No one else can appreciate her beauty!” he said, furious. Emily knitted her forehead; she was giving him a confusing look. “What are you doing, alpha? I thought you were busy with someone else?” she asked interrogatively.

My voice was raw, like I’d swallowed sandpaper. Damon didn't move. He didn't reach for a weapon of his own. He just stood there, looking unimpressed, his black shirt was tight over those massive shoulders. He looked at the knife, then back at my eyes. "You talk too much, Harper," he said. His voice was a flat, cold rumble. "Do something or get out of the ring."

I can't see the face, just the outline of a person in a high-backed chair. A voice comes through the speakers. Distorted. Digital. "Impressive escape," the voice says. "Truly cinematic. The jump was a nice touch." Alex steps in front of me. "Who are you?" "You've been running from the wrong enemy, Alex," the voice mocks. "Harlan? Harlan is a blunt instrument. A puppet with an ego problem. I let you think he was the threat because it kept you busy." "You caused the raid," I say, realization dawning. "You tipped off the feds."

Harper figured it was a work call. Harper answered casually. "Hey, Tiffany?" "Harper." A male voice. Wrong gender. Wrong voice. Familiar and wrong. She froze in place. "…Alpha Xavier," she said coolly. "To what do I owe this charming interruption?" "Alpha Sebastian throws you a bone and you roll over like a good little lapdog," Alpha Xavier's voice sneered through the speaker."If I'd known you were that easy to buy, I might've tried it myself."

"What... what are those things?" "They are the original owners of this planet," a cold, authoritative voice cut through the hangar. The crowd of armed operatives immediately parted, creating a wide path. Harper walked onto the flight deck. She had discarded her tactical gear for a sleek, pitch-black commander's uniform. Her blonde hair was tied back tightly, and her blue eyes held a chilling, ancient weight that made the breath catch in the recruits' throats. She didn't look like a billionaire's grieving wife. She looked like a wartime sovereign.

“See? You only have a few soldiers. Compared to mine and Brayden’s. Are you sure you’re not making a huge mistake here?” Yet, Damon was unshaken. “My word remains. GET. OUT. OF. MY. TERRITORY.” An eerie silence ensued. Harper could hear her own heartbeat. She can feel it drumming in her chest. For some reason, her mind’s telling her something bad was about to happen. Something she wouldn’t like. And she wasn’t wrong.

“It’s my responsibility. I should call them.” “Harper,” I respond sternly. “Your teeth are chattering. You need to let me take care of this, okay?” I know she wants to fight me on it, but when I get her lying on the sofa with a pillow under her head, she finally gives in. “Okay.” “Okay.” I take off her sandals, then hold out my hand for her phone. “Names?” Harper unlocks it and hands it to me. “Rafe Maloney. Tomás García del Rio, and Damien Blackwood.”

It took me a minute or two to know for certain that the sounds I heard were coming from outside. The door was kicked so hard that Harper jerked her head up quickly looking around. “I’m still here," I said quickly to try and calm her down. “What’s happening?” she whispered so low that I almost didn’t hear her. I didn’t get a chance to answer her before someone walked in holding a gun. “Uhhh- I think you need to see this.” the man spoke on the comms. “Who the hell are you?” I asked. “Please don’t kill us,” Harper cried.

Eliana's eyes narrowed slightly, but no one spoke. Harper walked out of the dining room, Theo heavy and warm against her shoulder. She didn't stop until she reached the wide hallway that led to the grand staircase. She halted at the bottom step, her back pressed to the banister, far enough from the dining room. She answered the call without looking at the screen. The distorted voice came through immediately, but it was unsteady in a way she'd never heard before. "Harper." She swallowed hard. "L." "Listen to me carefully," he said. He sounded like he was in pain. "I only want you to know this one thing tonight."