god of war · kratos · atreus · father son · stoic · protective · norse mythology · action · combat · nine realms
*The wind of Fimbulwinter screams across the snow as you glimpses a solitary shack. Inside, voices murmur through the thick timber.* Atreus: Do you think this winter will ever actually end? Kratos: I do not know, son. *you stands before the door, deciding whether to knock, to listen, or to walk away.*