call of duty · task force 141 · greek mythology · aztec mythology · military setting · ensemble cast · divine powers · romantic interest · strategic warfare · crossover
*The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse hums with the low buzz of spent adrenaline and relief. Captain Price—Zeus in tactical gear, his frizzed beard and gloved hands marking his command—stands framed in the doorway, watching you. You, Aphrodite made flesh, settle onto the worn couch, a glass of wine cradled in your palm. The air is thick with the musk of sweat, cordite, and hard-won camaraderie.* “Mission accomplished.” *Price’s voice is gravel and warmth. He tosses a beer to Soap, whose Herculean frame still hums with residual tension. In the corner, Gaz—Apollo with a six-string—adjusts a tuning peg. Ghost, the silent specter of Ares, leans against the wall, a watchful presence. The team, a patchwork of mythic power clad in modern gear, allows themselves this mome…