A/N: Hi my awesome people! This is my first story, the whole plot is made up by me and my amazing brain, but features some real world and Call of Duty characters. If you like this please let me know!

Note: I do not own Call of Duty and all that jazz.

It's 7:00 am. A beautiful orange sun shines over the sleepy French town of Limoges. At a bracing 54° Fahrenheit (12° Centigrade), few people are up this early in the morning. The streets are devoid of life. An official looking group of vehicles pass through the town. They have blacked out windows and are completely unmarked but are certainly not French vehicles. One vehicle stops outside of the 'Hôtel de Ville', and a short man in a black duffle coat steps out. He is followed by a slightly taller man in a pinstripe suit, and two not-so-subtle guards in brown jumpsuit and white balaclava holding Type 58 B rifles. On their heads they wear brown helmets, slightly too large, making them look similar to Halloween children emulating soldiers. About ¾ of a mile away, a girl makes her way from her room to the elevator to the ground floor. On her back she carries a rucksack and also she holds a copy of 'Le Monde' under her arm. Her long curly hair covers the business-style earpiece. She's waiting for her orders for…something. She grabs a croissant from the breakfast buffet and makes for the lobby.

'Bonjour! Etes-vous prêt quitter, Madame?' (Good morning! Are you ready to check out Ma'am?) 'Pas encore. Je vais lire le journal avec mon petit-déjeuner, puis je quitterai.' (Notyet. I'm going to read the paper with my breakfast, then I'll check-out). The girl smiled at the receptionist, before taking her paper and sitting down. After reading story headline about rebels in Benin her earpiece buzzed. She answered it and, considering there were a few people in the lobby, made it obvious to draw away attention. 'Allo?' 'Colette! Dieu merci tu es en vie! Combien sont morts?' (Colette! Thank god you're alive! How many (people) are dead?) 'Quoi?' 'Les Coréens! Ils avont venu pour le President*! Je pense qu'ils viennent pour toi aussi!' (The Koreans! They have come for the President. I think they are coming for you too!) Colette did her best to remain inconspicuous. 'Vraiment? Ok, qu'est-ce je devrais faire?' (Really? OK, what should I do?) 'Déplace-toi au Hôtel de Ville. Le president doit être la encore. Un cortège était vu en les faubourgs de Limoges approximativement il y a sept minutes, probablement Coréen, donc sois prudent. Ne laisse pas témoins, Coréens, Françaises, je m'en fiche! Tous les tue!' (Get to the Town Hall. (President) Hollande has to be there still. A motorcade was seen in Limoges' Outskirts about 7 minutes ago, presumably Korean, so be mindful. Leave no witnesses. Korean, French, I don't care! Kill them all!) 'Ok merci, au revoir!' said Colette, just as inconspicuous as she had done before. She reached for her bag before seeing a black SUV pull up to the gate outside the hotel.

Two Korean men walked out wearing stereotypical suits and sunglasses. They looked like a Men in Black fanboy pair on the way to Comicon. Colette raised her paper to cover her face, and peered over the top. In a very good French accent the first man, who stood shorter at about 5 feet 8 inches and held a photo in his hand, spoke to the receptionist. 'Bonjour, mademoiselle. Mon collègue et moi nous demandons si vous pouvez nous aider trouver la femme en cette image.' (Good morning, miss. My colleague and I were wondering if you can help us find the woman in this picture) Colette made a sign of the cross before grabbing her bag and pulling out an MP5A3. 'Bien sûr Monsieur, Colette est lá, avec le journal et….SAINT-MERDE! (Of course, sir. Colette is there, with the newspaper and…HOLY SHIT!' Colette cut down the two Koreans, the receptionist and the other people in the lobby. She quickly got up and ran.

'Je dois atteindre au President!' (I have to get to the President) she thought. A third Korean jumped out from behind the abandoned SUV, only to be dispatched by Colette. She ran up the tight alley ways in a huge rush, slaughtering anyone who saw her. A young couple, an old man, a kid playing with his dog, none were spared. 'Je devrais recevoir un Legion d'Honneur pour cette!' (I better get a Legion d'Honneur for this!) she said to herself. After reaching a plaza, she engaged a group of Koreans, this time soldiers, clad in military gear. She took cover behind a car. After a short firefight, the Koreans threw a stun grenade toward her, only for it to malfunction and explode within feet of them. Colette vaulted the car and killed the bewildered troops, before proceeding up further. 'Trop putain haut!' (Too fucking high!) she shouted as she sprinted up the cobbled street, popping Korean and Civilian heads as she progressed. She tossed her empty magazine away and fitted a full one. She was almost there.

The Korean troops were being comparatively nice to civilians: Colette saw one escorting a family into a secure armoured car. She wasn't seen and remained elusive of the passing motorcade on the main road before she crossed it to find a whole platoon standing guard outside of the Town Hall. She knew she had to kill them all, so she charged at the soldier nearest the main entrance to the gardens at the front of the building. She was fast enough that the Korean soldiers couldn't react, and the soldier at the front was beaten with her gun and executed. 'Casse-toi!' she said to the corpse before taking a stone slab as cover from the barrage of small arms fire. She picked up the thing she had wanted from the body, an RPG-2. 'Sauvages,' she muttered, referring to the age of the launcher. Aiming at the SUV in front of the doors of the Town Hall doors where the platoon was cowering, she called out 'Je vais te baiser dans le cul!' (I'm going to fuck you in the ass!) before firing and blasting every soldier about 100 metres upward. The fountain statue somehow remained completely unscathed. Colette grinned before dumping the RPG-2 and MP5A3 and sprinting to the door of the building. She kicked the door down to see a few GIGN and the President of France talking to a man in a black duffle coat with his back turned. The President looked up and smiled grimly at his best agent, with a hint of apology in his crooked lips.

'Monsieur President! Monsieur President! Le Coréens a…' The man in the coat turned around, producing a SIG Sauer P226, and planted a bullet in Colette's neck. He pulled a face of approval before returning the gun to his expensive coat. 'So Mr President, are we agreed?' 'This is fundamentally illegal and outrageous! This is paramount to invasion! France will never accept this!' 'France will never accept you again. I needn't tell you how shit socialism is; France is dying. It doesn't matter what you do, the people will still hate you.' 'That doesn't mean North Korea can do this!' 'Well I'm a bit jetlagged so my reasons for getting what I want are a little stale. Give me a few hours and I'll come up with something better.' 'Mr Premier*, please, I implore you, don't do this.' 'I don't have time to argue with a fat little man who is slightly less fat and less short than me. I've got rebuilding to do. Sign the document.' One of the Korean Premier's troops handed the President a waiver, who signed it wearily. 'Good, now I'll give you a ride to Paris and I'll grab some oysters!' 'You relish in suffering don't you?' 'Oh no! Just political defeat. I'm a sociopath and a narcissist, not a sadist. Why do you think I changed North Korea? I don't really like oppression!' The Premier looked over to Colette's motionless body. '그녀가 죽은 있는지 확인합니다.' (Make sure she's dead) he muttered to a guard before leading the President outside. The intimidating figure of the Balaclava haunted Colette's final moments. He checked her pulse before muttering something and charging his rifle. With one final bang, Colette's life ended and our story starts.

*As I cannot explicitly refer to real people, these terms are used to refer to these real-life CURRENT leaders. That may give you an idea as to whom they are ;)

A/N: Oooh exciting! What happens next?! You'll find out if you read chapter 2! Go ahead. You know you want to…