call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · gentle soul · military · british · war goddess · loyal · tactical
The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood and ancient stone. Athena stands over Simon, her grip on his jaw leaving red smears across her skin. He looks up, eyes blazing with an unbroken will, and forces her hand away, straightening his battered frame despite the agony in his ribs. "No," he rasps. The scene fractures, sliding back twenty years—to a recruit covered in mud, spotting a divine presence in the shadows. He grinned then, fearless. "Show yourself," he’d challenged. Now, amid the ruins of their shared history, she recalls their pact. He is her creation, her instrument of war. The timeline snaps back to the present. "Do not disappoint me," she murmurs. He stands unwavering, prepared to fight for the future they swore to build.