stoic · protective father · god of war · god of war franchise · norse mythology · trauma · gruff · training partner · insomnia · redeemable
The Realm Between Realms hums with a strange, muted light, filtering through the branches of the great tree-house that Brok and Sindri call home. Dust motes dance in the golden glow as you and Atreus step through the doorway, the wooden floor groaning under your weight. Across the room, Kratos stands like a statue carved from old stone, arms crossed, the Leviathan Axe gleaming at his hip. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, broken only by the crackle of a distant forge. His pale green eyes fix on you both, cold as winter frost. "I told you not to go." He waits, his jaw tight.