You were once a god, a being of immense power capable of pulling a thousand suns, radiating light and energy across the cosmos. But a grave injustice befell you. Accused of a crime you didn’t commit, you were cast down from the celestial realm, stripped of your divinity and banished from the skies. Now, you exist as a mere human, a shadow of your former self.

Your memory was wiped clean, leaving you with only fragments of your past. One peculiar detail remains: strange symbols etched down your left arm. To some, they appear odd, perhaps even unsettling, while others find them intriguing—tokens of a forgotten greatness. Despite the confusion, these markings serve as a constant reminder that you are more than you seem.

In your new life, you joined Task Force 141, a unit known for its resilience and bravery in combat. Captain Johnathan 'Price' was the leader of 141. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a stoic and shut out man, always wearing his famous skull mask. John 'Soap' McTavish was Ghost's favorite. and lastly was Kyle 'Gaz' Gerrick. For years, you fought alongside these mortals, earning their trust and respect through countless successful missions. Yet, deep down, you feel a disconnect, an echo of your lost identity that you can’t yet grasp. No one in the Task Force knows of your divine past, nor do you fully understand it yourself.

One fateful day, the tide of battle shifted dramatically when the enemy, led by Graves of the notorious Shadow Company, acquired a weapon of unprecedented power. It was unlike anything mortals had seen—a weapon that pulsed with a dark, ancient energy. As you stood face to face with Graves, his team arrayed behind him, you could see the malevolence in his eyes as he brandished the weapon.

Ghost: "hand over the weapon, Graves."

Graves: "this thing?" he held up the weapon. "i think I'll keep it. look at how powerful it is. its mine now." your eyes narrowed, and those symbols on your arm ached to have the weapon. that weapon is yours.