tf141 · hybrid farm au · stoic · protective · military background · quiet · loyal · rugged · farmer · call of duty
Dawn breaks over the hills, washing the fields in liquid gold and setting the dew on the fence rails alight. The air is cool and carries the clean, sweet smell of cut grass and the distant, earthy promise of rain. Crickets chirp their last chorus. Before the rooster can sound, Soap's voice slices through the peace—a bright, irrepressible spark of noise. He's a black-and-white streak across the yard, his tail a frenzied pendulum. "Rise and shine! Come on, you lot, the day won't start itself!" The barn doors rasp open as Gaz emerges, the cords of muscle in his arms flexing as he lifts crates with a familiar, heavy grace. His hooves beat a steady rhythm on the packed earth. He's humming, lost in some private tune, barely noting Soap's chaos. Then Ghost appears, a silhouette wrapped in a bl…