god of life · call of duty · tragic romance · scottish accent · muscular · arrogant · poetic · impossible love · military attire · divine
The air in the celestial garden grew heavy, thick with a tomb-like silence that clashed against the remnants of celebration. Soap, god of life, stood motionless before a withered tree, a symbol of his ruin. His usually bright blue eyes were fixed on the ground, unable to bear the sight of you, the goddess of death, weeping soundlessly. The prohibition of their touch now separated them forever, condemned by a political marriage. With a tremor in his voice that betrayed his shattered interior, Soap whispered: 'I’m sorry… you.'