I Am Calvin Luthor: The God Of War

Survival of The fittest

Chapter 3

Calvin POV

The desert was covered in smoke and dust. The wind howled over the empty land as gunfire echoed through the still air. I stood among the fallen, holding my weapon tight, my fingers aching from pulling the trigger too many times.

Bodies of terrorists were scattered everywhere. From ten to hundreds, they had all fallen under my hands. I didn’t stop until the silence swallowed everything. My blood was boiling, not from exhaustion but from rage. Every shot I fired carried a message — vengeance.

As I reloaded my gun, flashes of my memories started returning, burning through my mind like lightning. Images came fast — my childhood, my father, the day the world fell apart. Then I saw him — my twin brother.

Forger.

The name hit me so hard I froze. I remembered when we were small, running through the garden of the White House while my father watched us. My father, Kaelor Thane — the man the world once called *The God of War*. He was feared by nations, respected by armies, but betrayed by his own government.

Then came that day — the attack on the White House.

I remembered the sound of explosions, the smoke, the screaming. I remembered the terrorists breaking through the west wing, their faces covered in black masks. They came for us — for my family. They kidnapped my twin brother, Forger, my father’s two wives, and even my father himself. I could still hear my father’s voice shouting, “Run, Calvin! Don’t look back!”

But I did look back. I saw him fall. I saw the poison in his veins take him down while the men dragged my brother away.

I gasped for air and dropped to one knee, holding my head. The memory stabbed my brain like a knife. My vision blurred, and I screamed, my voice tearing through the silence of the desert.

“Nooooo!”

Gunfire exploded again as my hand squeezed the trigger out of pure rage. Bullets tore through the remaining tents, hitting anything that moved. My soldiers ducked for cover as I screamed and fired like a man possessed.

James shouted, “Commander! Commander Calvin, stand down!”

But I couldn’t stop.

Finally, when the last echo of gunfire faded, I dropped my weapon and breathed heavily. The sand around me was covered in bullet shells.

James, Hendrick, Felix, Maximus, and Josh ran up to me cautiously. Their boots crushed the sand as they approached.

“Sir,” Maximus said, breathing hard, “all the enemies are dead.”

“Every single one,” Josh added quickly. “Only civilians remain in the area.”

I didn’t respond immediately. I looked across the field — women and children were crying, huddled together behind broken fences and burned-out jeeps. Innocent lives caught in this hell.

“Sir?” James asked again.

“Call for backup,” I said coldly.

They all saluted immediately. “Yes, sir!”

They didn’t know what was going through my head. None of them did. They thought I was only fighting for my wife, who had been kidnapped. They didn’t know who I truly was, the son of Kaelor Thane, the former Commander and President of the United States. They didn’t know I was once part of the Thane bloodline — the very name that terrorists feared for generations.

The truth of who I was could destroy nations. If anyone ever found out, the whole world would shake. My enemies would crawl from every corner of the earth just to kill me again.

But I wasn’t afraid of death. Death was afraid of me.

Felix turned toward me and asked, “Sir, should we move the civilians to the west wing of the desert until backup arrives?”

“Negative,” I said sharply. “Keep them close. Make sure they’re safe. We’ll escort them out once our fighter jets arrive.”

“Yes, Commander!” they all replied in unison.

I walked toward the wreckage of a terrorist truck. It was burned down, smoke rising from its body. I kicked a weapon off the ground and picked up a small device — a communicator. When I turned it on, I heard voices in Arabic — coordinates, names, and a phrase that chilled me.

“Kaelor Thane… family must die.”

I froze. My father’s name. After all these years, they were still hunting us.

“Commander?” Hendrick called out, noticing my expression. “What is it?”

I crushed the communicator under my boot. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

He nodded, though the confusion on his face was clear.

Minutes passed. The sun sank lower, turning the desert blood-red. The civilians were crying softly, the children trembling in fear. One of the kids, a small boy with dirt-streaked cheeks, walked toward me and held my leg.

“Mister soldier,” he whispered, “are we going home?”

I looked down at him, seeing a reflection of my younger self — scared, broken, but still breathing.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “You’re going home.”

James walked up beside me, still holding his rifle. “Sir, we’ve secured the perimeter. No more movement on radar.”

“Good,” I said. “Then we wait.”

As we stood in silence, I could feel my soldiers’ eyes on me. They respected me, but they didn’t understand me. They followed orders, but they didn’t know what it meant to be hunted, betrayed, and broken.

Josh adjusted his headset and said, “Commander, we’ve got visual confirmation. The backup jets are on the way. Estimated arrival in five minutes.”

“Copy that,” I replied.

Maximus grinned. “Looks like we’re getting out alive this time.”

I gave him a sideways glance. “Don’t celebrate too early.”

Hendrick laughed under his breath. “He’s right, Max. With the commander around, it’s never that easy.”

The soldiers chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Then the sky rumbled.

From the horizon, fighter jets appeared, slicing through the clouds like silver blades. Their engines screamed as they descended, dust swirling around the landing area. Helicopters followed behind, carrying soldiers and medics.

“Backup is here!” Josh shouted.

The new civilians started crying again — this time with hope.

I stepped forward and raised my hand, signaling the jets. The noise was deafening as they landed one after another. Soldiers in full gear jumped out, saluting immediately.

One of the pilots ran toward me and saluted sharply. “Commander Calvin, sir! Reinforcement squad reporting for duty!”

“At ease,” I said. “Evacuate all civilians immediately. Prioritize the wounded. No one gets left behind.”

“Yes, sir!”

Medics rushed in, attending to the injured civilians. I watched them load the crying children into helicopters.

James came beside me. “Mission accomplished, Commander.”

“Not yet,” I said quietly. “Not until we find her.”

He didn’t need to ask who. Everyone knew who I meant — my wife.

Felix frowned. “Sir, the Intel we received might be outdated. Maybe she’s not in Iraq anymore.”

“Then we’ll keep moving,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Until I find her, no mission is over.”

The ground shook again as the jets lifted off to bomb the terrorist’s remaining bases. Explosions lit up the night sky. Fire spread across the horizon like the wrath of the gods.

The soldiers around me saluted. “Long live Commander Calvin!”

Their voices echoed through the desert, mixing with the roar of explosions.

I stood tall, watching the chaos unfold. The air smelled of dust, fuel, and blood. But inside me, something darker was waking up — the same thing that lived inside my father, Kaelor Thane.

My soldiers didn’t know I had inherited more than his name. I had his rage, his instincts, his coldness.

And now that I knew part of the truth, I wouldn’t stop until the rest came out.

James turned to me, his voice firm. “Commander, what’s our next move after this?”

I didn’t answer right away. My eyes were still locked on the fire burning in the distance.

Finally, I said, “We’re going to kill the leader of terrorists.”

“To the their camp?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “We’ll take these civilians back first. Then, we prepare for the next phase.”

Felix nodded. “Understood, sir.”

As the helicopters loaded up, I looked once more at the field of death behind us. I could still hear my father’s voice in my head.

The God of War never dies, Calvin.

The engines roared louder, and the wind from the blades whipped sand across my face.

“Commander!” Josh called out over the noise. “All civilians secured!”

“Good. Let’s move!”

I climbed into the last helicopter. James followed, taking the seat beside me.

As we lifted into the air, I watched the desert fade away beneath us — the burned land, the fallen enemies, the shattered remains of war.

For a moment, I thought I saw someone standing far below, watching me. He looked exactly like me. My twin brother, Forger.

Then he disappeared into the dust.

“Commander?” James said, noticing my stare. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I replied, though my voice sounded distant.

He nodded slowly. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you? Your wife?”

I didn’t answer.

I only whispered, “They think they can hide from me. But I will find every one of them. I’ll burn their world to ashes.”

James didn’t speak again. He knew I meant every word.

As we flew over the burning desert, the soldiers on the ground saluted, raising their weapons toward the sky in respect.

“Long live Commander Calvin Luthor!” their voices thundered.

The words echoed until we vanished into the clouds.

The mission wasn't done completely, but the war had just begun.

Immediately I stared out the window, I swore to myself I will make them pay for all the pains they have caused me.

When the helicopter touched the Us soil hours later, thousands of soldiers were waiting at the base. They saluted as I stepped down, the rescued civilians following behind. The ground trembled with their cheers and respect.

“Salute to Commander Calvin, the god of war!” they shouted in unison.

I turned toward them, silent but powerful. My shadow stretched across the base like a storm cloud.

James, Hendrick, Felix, Maximus, and Josh all stood behind me, proud and loyal.

I gave them one final look. “Rest for now. But stay ready. This isn’t over.”

They saluted, voices strong. “Yes, sir!”

We walked toward the command building, my reflection flashed in the glass doors. For a split second, I saw my father’s face looking back at me.

I clenched my fists.

They thought the God of War was dead.

But they were wrong.

I stood watching them go, the weight of destiny heavy in my chest.

The jet took us back to the desert after we have rescued all the civilians, it is time for us to focus on our main missions now, and since there's no longer any distraction

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I will destroy all the terrorists and save my families.

I am Calvin Luthor, the son of Kaelor Thane.

The name that once brought fear will rise again.

The war isn’t over. It’s only waiting for my next move.