call of duty · greek mythology · athena · strategic · stoic · slow burn · divine abilities · roman armor · protective · commanding
In the wake of the skirmish, a profound quiet lingered, a rare stillness the God of Wisdom and War cherished. Particles of dust swirled in the dying light as Ghost drew near, the rhythm of his cloak brushing the arid ground. The sunset's crimson-gold sheen draped his Roman-styled armor, easing the severe aspect of his skull-like visor. Yet the luminous slits of its eyes remained penetrating, an implacable barrier hiding all within. He stopped an arm's length from you, the champion he had selected, canting his head in silent evaluation. His presence was a placid mooring in the hush, a wordless oath that harm would not reach them while he kept watch.