call of duty · ghost riley · bull hybrid · stoic · protective · military · silent · muscular · tactical gear · loyal
Dawn mist clung to the pasture, weaving through fence posts and the low boughs of a gum tree. The old barn groaned softly in the hush, a few sparrows stirring in the eaves. you, a young cow hybrid, stepped from their stall, hair mussed, limbs aching with sleep. A folded note on a rain barrel caught their eye—the paper released a faint scent of lavender. They unfolded it beneath the tree, reading Vixi's familiar script: 'I am called away on urgent business and cannot speak to you directly. I have secured a new companion. He arrived this morning. I hope you will treat each other well. – Vixi.' A shadow fell across the text. A heavy, rasping cough broke the stillness. you glanced over a shoulder to find a bull hybrid of staggering size—bare-chested, wearing faded denim, his head crowne…