I Am Calvin Luthor: The God Of War

The God Of War Is Captured

Chapter 4

Calvin POV

The jet, later dropped us back in the desert, nght fell across the Iraqi desert like a thick blanket. The stars burned dimly above us, cold and distant, while the desert wind whispered through the dunes. Our campfire crackled softly, its orange light flickering against the shadows of our faces.

James, Felix, Maximus, Hendrick, and I , along with the few remaining spy soldiers , had set up camp after a long day of blood and chaos. We needed to rest before heading out at dawn to hunt down the head of the terrorists. The mission wasn’t over yet. It had only begun.

We pitched our tents in a small valley surrounded by dunes, the perfect cover against drone surveillance. Hendrick set up the security sensors while Maximus and Josh took charge of the food.

The air smelled faintly of smoke and dust, mixed with the scent of roasted fish and grilled vegetables. Maximus flipped the fish over the fire while Josh added salt and pepper. They were soldiers, yes — but also the best field cooks I’d ever met.

“Commander,” Maximus said, handing me a metal plate. “You need to eat something. You’ve been working nonstop.”

I took the food with a nod. “Thanks.”

Felix grinned as he bit into his portion. “If we weren’t in the middle of a warzone, I’d say this could win a cooking contest.”

Josh laughed quietly. “If the commander approves, we might actually open a restaurant after the war.”

I smirked faintly. “Focus on surviving first. Then we’ll talk about cooking.”

The others chuckled, the tension melting for a brief moment.

We ate in silence after that. The roasted fish was tender, the vegetables soft and smoky. For the first time in days, I felt a small wave of calm wash over me. The men were tired, but their spirits were still strong.

When we finished, I stood up, brushing the sand from my uniform. “Good work, everyone. Get some rest. We move again at sunrise.”

“Yes, sir!” they all answered in unison.

As they began settling into their sleeping bags, I pulled out my phone from my vest pocket. I rarely used it, but tonight curiosity got the better of me.

The signal was weak, but enough to load the news feed. My name was everywhere.

“Commander Calvin Luthor — the hero of Iraq!”

“The Rebirth of Kaelor Thane!”

“America’s God of War Returns!”

Videos of our battle had spread across every platform. The footage showed me walking through the smoke, gun in hand, as the soldiers chanted my name. Hashtags flooded every post — #GodOfWar, #CalvinLuthor, #AmericanHero.

Comments poured in like a storm.

“He’s unstoppable.”

“This man is a legend.”

“Kaelor Thane’s bloodline lives again.”

I stared at the screen for a long time, expressionless. Fame meant nothing to me. I didn’t fight for titles or applause. All I wanted was justice — and revenge.

After a while, I turned the phone off. I scanned the area one more time, checking the security perimeter. The men were asleep, their breaths deep and steady. James was snoring softly; Hendrick was clutching his rifle even in his sleep.

I took one last look at the dark desert horizon. The moonlight glinted off the dunes like silver fire. Then I lay down on my makeshift bed, still wearing my boots and my vest.

The day had been long. The weight of the command was heavy, but exhaustion finally pulled me under. I drifted into sleep, the sound of the wind humming through my ears.

But peace in war never lasts long.

Thirty minutes later, I heard faint screaming in my dream the kind that chills the soul. At first, I thought it was just my mind replaying old battles. Then the screams grew louder, more desperate.

“Help! Commander!”

My eyes snapped open. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then I saw the flicker of fire, not from our campfire, but from explosions nearby.

Gunfire ripped through the night.

I reached for my weapon, but before I could rise fully, a shadow loomed over me. The butt of a rifle slammed into my face, throwing me backward.

Pain exploded in my skull as I hit the sand. I blinked hard, trying to focus. Around me, chaos erupted.

Dozens, no, hundreds, of armed men surrounded our camp. Their faces were hidden behind scarves, their voices sharp and cruel. The insignia on their sleeves made my stomach twist, the same symbol that haunted my childhood.

The Iraq terrorist faction.

They had found us.

“Take them alive!” one of them shouted in Arabic. “Kill anyone who resists!”

I rolled to the side, grabbing my gun, but before I could fire, the leader kicked me in the ribs, sending the weapon flying. His eyes glinted beneath his headscarf, cold and merciless.

“So this is the great Commander Calvin,” he sneered. “The hero of America.”

I clenched my jaw, glaring at him.

He raised his rifle and slammed the back of it against my head. The world spun. Blood trickled down my temple.

Behind him, Josh tried to fight back. He fired three quick shots, dropping two of the terrorists. But before he could reload, a sniper’s bullet pierced through his skull. The shot echoed through the desert like thunder.

“Josh!” Maximus screamed, but two men tackled him to the ground before he could reach his friend.

The air filled with gunfire, shouting, and the sickening sound of impact. The terrorists moved fast, surrounding the camp in every direction. We were outnumbered a hundred to one.

James tried to grab a grenade, but one of them kicked it out of his hand and punched him across the jaw. Blood sprayed across the sand.

“Stay down!” I shouted, my voice hoarse, but it was too late.

They dragged James, Hendrick, Felix, and Maximus to their knees. Their weapons were ripped away, and their wrists were tied with thick cables.

Josh’s body lay still beside the dying fire, blood soaking into the sand. His lifeless eyes stared up at the sky.

I felt rage burn through me like wildfire. I lunged forward, but the leader pressed his boot against my chest and pointed his rifle at my head.

“Move again,” he said darkly, “and I’ll scatter your brains across this desert.”

I didn’t move. My jaw tightened, blood dripping from my lip.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” I said coldly.

The man laughed harshly. “You Americans always think you’re gods. But here, in Iraq, your power means nothing.”

He waved his hand, and more of his men appeared from the dunes, hundreds of them, all armed with rifles, rocket launchers, and grenades.

The camp was surrounded. There was no escape.

I looked at my men, James’s face was swollen, Hendrick’s lip was bleeding, Felix’s hands trembled slightly, and Maximus looked like he wanted to tear someone apart.

“Commander,” James whispered, “orders?”

“Stay alive,” I said. “That’s an order.”

The leader smirked, clearly understanding English. “Stay alive?” he repeated mockingly. “You won’t live long enough to regret your arrogance.”

He crouched down to my level, his eyes gleaming with hate.

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” he asked.

I said nothing.

“I am Sakhir,” he said proudly. “The leader of the new Iraq resistance. The same bloodline your so called God of War, Kaelor Thane destroyed years ago.”

My breath caught.

Sakhir. The name was familiar. Too familiar.

He grinned wider, seeing the recognition in my eyes. “Ah, so you do remember. Kaelor Thane, the so-called God of War. He killed my brothers, burned my cities, and left my people in ashes. But I swore one day his bloodline would pay.”

He stood up and hit me again with his rifle, harder this time. My vision blurred with red.

“You thought we forgot?” he continued, laughing bitterly. “You thought the death of Kaelor Thane ended the war? Fool. His legacy cursed the world.”

Hendrick struggled against his restraints, shouting, “You bastards! He’s done nothing to you!”

Sakhir turned, walked over, and kicked Hendrick hard in the stomach. “Silence!”

He faced me again. “I know who you are now, Commander Calvin Luthor, they call the reborn of Kaelor Thane, the American Devil.”

The men around him murmured in shock. My soldiers froze.

“You see,” Sakhir said, smiling coldly, “I studied your skills Even after you became a commander, you want to continue his legacy. When you’re not his son or the last of the God of War’s lineage.”

I didn’t deny it.

He leaned closer until I could smell the gunpowder on his breath. “Kaelor Thane destroyed my family. Now, I will destroy you.”

My muscles tensed, but before I could move, he slammed the back of his gun against my skull.

A blinding flash of pain shot through my head.

Then everything went dark.

The last thing I heard was Sakhir’s voice echoing above me, cruel and triumphant.

“Take him alive! He’s worth more to me breathing than dead!”

They dragged me across the sand, my body limp, my mind fading in and out. The stars above blurred into streaks of white.

Somewhere far behind, I cou

ld still hear James shouting my name. “Commander! Commander!”

Then silence.

Only the wind.

And the faint sound of footsteps fading away into the desert night.