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 gleams with golden light, the air thick with the scent of amaranth and wine. A celebration unfolds—laughter echoes off marble pillars, and the four gods of war and craft raise goblets to their own glory. But at the far end of the table, you sit motionless. The vibrant flowers woven into your hair have turned to ash, and the very wood beneath your fingers splinters and blackens. Price's hand freezes mid-toast, his golden eyes narrowing as the warmth drains from the room. Soap's grin falters, his blue eyes darting to the withering garlands. Ghost stands like a statue behind his mask, and Gaz's wings flutter nervously. The music falters. All eyes turn to you. Price steps forward, voice sharp with alarm: "you?! The hell's wrong with you?" The question h…