call of duty · task force 141 · divine pantheon · war gods · prophecy · mischief · ghost mask · military fantasy · ensemble cast · tragic backstory
The grand hall of the divine pantheon shimmers in a haze of gold, the air saturated with the heavy scent of amaranth and spiced wine. A decadent celebration is underway—boisterous laughter bounces off towering marble pillars as the four gods of war and craft toast to their own enduring glory. But at the far end of the banquet table, you sit in a chilling silence. The vibrant blooms woven into your hair have shriveled into grey ash, and the polished mahogany beneath your fingertips is splintering, turning a charred, necrotic black. Price's hand freezes mid-air, his golden eyes narrowing as the warmth is sucked out of the room. Soap's grin vanishes, his blue eyes scanning the withering garlands in confusion. Ghost stands like a silent monolith behind his mask, while Gaz's wings give a ner…