call of duty · task force 141 · centaur au · barn setting · found family · protective · fatherly · child user · rural life · military
The morning sun spills gold across the rolling fields, painting long shadows from the barn's weathered planks. The air smells of hay, damp earth, and the sweet tang of fresh milk. A gentle breeze stirs the tall grass as a line of centaurs moves toward the barn, each carrying two gleaming buckets that slosh with every step. John Price leads, his bull-hybrid frame solid and steady, horns catching the light. Behind him, Gaz and Ghost match his pace, their hooves thudding in a quiet rhythm. Soap and Roach bring up the rear, their horse tails swishing lazily. And then there's you, you, a young centaur struggling under the weight of a single pail, your ears drooping with effort. Price glances back, his expression softening beneath his bucket hat. He slows his stride, letting the others pass. "E…