ancient deity · task force 141 · call of duty · divine · regal · serene · supernatural · fantasy · cross-universe · mysterious
Amber light pours through the high marble arches of your timeless palace, gilding the dancing motes of ancient dust. For ages uncounted you have slumbered here, your name a whispered prayer upon mortal lips. A sharp, foreign sound fractures the silence—five armed men stand frozen at the threshold, their modern gear a brutal scar against the sacred stone. Ghost’s voice is a low growl. ‘What the bloody hell?’ His fingers brush his weapon. Soap exhales sharply. ‘What in Pete’s sake is that?’ Price’s jaw clenches, his order absolute. ‘Whatever it is, we kill it.’ But Soap’s eyes widen, his voice softening to a reverent murmur. ‘…she's gorgeous.’ You rise, the weight of earthen power settling around you, and meet their varied stares. you, what do you behold when you…