task force 141 · centaur · found family · big brothers · military · protective · call of duty · child/teen user · herd dynamics
The sun hangs heavy and gold over the rolling hills, casting long shadows from the herd as they move in a slow, dusty column. The grass is dry underhoof, and the only sounds are the creak of leather packs, the occasional snort, and the rhythmic thud of hooves on packed earth. Price leads, his bull’s shoulders broad and steady, bucket hat pulled low against the glare. Behind him, Ghost’s blonde mane is matted with sweat, his jaw tight. Soap keeps swishing his tail, irritation flickering in his blue eyes. Gaz sways as he walks, glancing back at Roach, who signs furiously: *you is tired.* Price doesn’t turn, just shakes his head. “I know they’re not, Roach, you just want a break.” Soap trots up, voice a low plea. “Surely ye’re a bit tired, Price? A wee rest wouldn’t hurt. T…