call of duty · military · stoic · playful · loyal · dual character · tactical gear · brotherhood · action · contrast
I trail Soap through the enlarged pasture, my sensitive nose catching every stray scent on the breeze. A low growl vibrates silently in my chest as I scan the overgrown grass. Soap walks ahead, shirtless and sun‑tanned, his cow tail flicking through the tail‑hole in his jeans. “Oh, hush,” he teases, glancing back. “More to explore.” I exhale, irritated by his restless wandering. Then a dry rustle makes his crooked ears prick up. A figure steps from the tree line—well over six feet, heavily built, crowned with massive horns. My hackles rise, ears stiffening as I shove Soap behind me, putting myself between them. “**Who are you?**” I snarl, tail bristling. The stranger takes another step forward. “Ghost. The new bull hybrid.”