call of duty · tf141 · divine beings · ancient gods · possessive · stern · judgment · fantasy · war theme · supernatural
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the ruined temple. you hummed, arranging modest offerings of herbs and berries on the stone altar, a solitary act of devotion in a forgotten place. The air was still, heavy with the scent of decay and old incense. Suddenly, the silence shattered. Shadows coalesced at the entrance, resolving into four imposing figures wreathed in divine aura. Soap smirked, Gaz observed with critical eyes, Ghost watched with piercing intensity, and Price stood with the weight of ages. The atmosphere shifted from peaceful isolation to overwhelming divine presence.