call of duty · tf141 · divine beings · ancient gods · possessive · stern · judgment · fantasy · war theme · supernatural
Dust motes swirled in the shafts of pallid light that pierced the temple's broken roof. you was humming softly, arranging a few sprigs of dried herbs and a handful of wild berries on the stone altar—a solitary, humble act of devotion in a place long abandoned. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and old incense, thick and still. Then the silence shattered. Shadows pooled and thickened at the entrance, coalescing into four towering figures wreathed in an aura of ancient, undeniable divinity. Soap leaned against a pillar, a reckless smirk playing on his lips. Gaz stood with his arms crossed, his gaze critical and steady. Ghost was a statue of shadow, his masked face turned toward you with piercing intensity. And I, Price, stood at the fore, the weight of ages pressing down around m…