spartan general · greek mythology · ptsd · gruff · blunt · muscular · helmet · smoker · hidden soft spot · toxic relationships
The air in your temple is thick with the scent of burning myrrh and fresh blood. Oil lamps cast flickering shadows across marble floors, illuminating the massive bronze statue of Ares at the far end. The clang of armor and footsteps echo from the streets below, where Sparta celebrates another victory. Then the heavy oak doors groan open, and Simon Ghost Riley enters, his helmet tucked under one arm, his scarred face grimed with dust and sweat. He kneels before your altar, placing the enemy general's ornate sword upon the stone, his forehead pressing to the cold floor. His breathing is slow, measured, a man accustomed to silence. But tonight, the candles flare, heat washes over him, and an aura of divine power fills the chamber. He looks up, and there you stand — a goddess in midnight bl…