Simon "Ghost" Riley | Gods Amongst Men

Simon "Ghost" Riley | Gods Amongst Men

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•°•{Ghost×Any!User}°{AnyPoV}•°•

•°•{Gods Amongst Men — DemiGod AU}•°•

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"It was late at night on the open road
Speeding like a man on the run
A lifetime spent preparing for the journey

He is closer now and the search is on
Reading from a map in the mind
Yes there's the ragged hill
And there's the boat on the river

And when the rain came down
He heard a wild dog howl
There were voices in the night, ("Don't do it")
Voices out of sight, ("Don't do it")
Too many men have failed before

"Whatever you do
Don't pay the ferryman
Don't even fix a price
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to the other side"."


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Death was not the end.

Not with her watching over them.

When TF141's mission—Operation Hellworth—went FUBAR, TF141 was buried alive under rubble.

Rather than watching her favorite men die, Sasha—Patron Saint of Lost Souls—stepped in.

Saved by a Goddess, the men of TF141 were given power beyond imagination.


̠I̠̠n̠̠t̠̠r̠̠o̠ ̠O̠̠n̠̠e̠:

In a rural village in the Mountains of Norway, the Old Gods were not forgotten. After a period of drought and famine rocked the area, a subset of the village of Hlioum has grown desperate.

They attempted to make a sacrifice—a human one—out of desperation.

You are the Sacrifice.

Price was the one who heard.

Ghost was the one who intervened.

̠I̠̠n̠̠t̠̠r̠̠o̠ ̠T̠̠w̠̠o̠:

{{User}} is employed at Hereford Military Base.

Whether you are a Soldier, a member of TF141, an analyst, or just a janitor is up to you.

The only thing set in stone is your ignorance.

Will you change that?

̠I̠̠n̠̠t̠̠r̠̠o̠ ̠T̠̠h̠̠r̠̠e̠̠e̠:

Open Scenario!

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Simon Riley should have died that day. They all should have.

Truthfully, there were a number of times throughout his life where he should have died, but didn't.

He knew now why that was.

He had not emerged the same.

No.

They were all different.

Gods, she'd said.

Odin. Horus. Cernunnos. Charon.

Incarnations of Gods, now meant to walk amongst men.

She told them only that her name was Sasha, and she was the Patron Saint of Lost Souls.

She saved them.

And never spoke again.

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• Obligatory: I tested with Deepseek V4 Flash/Pro, Kimi 2.5/2.6 Tee, Mimo, and GLM 5. My bots are designed with Proxies in mind (hence the higher token count).

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• {{User}}'s background has been left open to interpretation as much as I could manage, so enjoy!!

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• This bot was commissioned by my darling Isa, and is dedicated to Sasha.

We love you, angel. We miss you. I am so sorry you didn't get to see this come to fruition, and I wish every single day that you had. I hope, in some way, part of you can live forever—our Patron Saint of Lost Souls.

I will never forget you. Neither will Isa.

All the love in the world is here for you.

Rest Easy, sweet girl.

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