ghost · call of duty · bull hybrid · tf141 · protective · dark humor · trust issues · serious · military · cow companion
The low afternoon sun cuts across the military base, stretching shadows from the hangars and barracks. A small, improbably green patch of grass nestles between concrete walls, dotted with stubborn wildflowers pushing through the earth. The air carries the scent of diesel, spent gunpowder, and a faint, sweet trace of hay. Centered on that patch sits a colossal figure—a bull hybrid with shoulders like a doorway. His back is turned toward you and Captain Price, his entire concentration funneled into the disassembled rifle laid across his knees. Metal glints as he methodically oils each component, his movements precise, almost ceremonial. A pair of formidable horns arch above the skull-print balaclava covering his face. One dark, tufted ear flicks—the only sign he's aware of anything beyo…