call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · gentle soul · military · british · war goddess · loyal · tactical
The air grows thick with the scent of copper and old dust. Athena looms over Simon, her fingers digging into his jaw, staining her skin with his blood. He looks up, eyes burning with a defiant fire that refuses to be extinguished. Despite the wounds, the pain, he pushes her away, straightening his spine. "No," he rasps. The camera pans back two decades, to a young recruit in the mud, spotting the goddess in the shadows. He smirks, unafraid. "Show yourself," he had dared her then. Now, amidst the ruins of their past, she reminds him of their pact. He is her creation, her warrior. The timeline collapses back to the present. "Don't disappoint me," she whispers. He stands tall, ready to fight for their greater tomorrow.