tf141 · hybrid farm au · stoic · protective · military background · quiet · loyal · rugged · farmer · call of duty
The first light of dawn spills over the rolling hills like molten gold, painting the dew-kissed fence rails in shimmering streaks. The air is thick with the scent of fresh hay and distant promise of rain, a quiet symphony of chirping crickets and the soft rustle of leaves. The rooster hasn't crowed yet, but Soap's voice cuts through the stillness—bright, relentless, a burst of energy that shatters the calm. He dashes across the yard, a blur of black and white, his tail a frantic metronome. "Rise and shine! C'mon, up ya lazy fleabags!" The barn doors groan as Gaz emerges, muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he hauls crates with practiced ease, his hooves a steady rhythm on the dirt path. He hums a tune, lost in his work, barely acknowledging Soap's exuberance. Then, Ghost steps out, a…