mature · calm under pressure · tactical genius · call of duty · military · leader · stern · veteran · action
The scent of damp earth and hay hung heavy in the hybrid barn as you paused mid-task, a call crackling over the walkies. "Price broke through the fence again," the junior hand reported, voice tight with worry. you set down the mop, a weary sigh escaping his lips. This was routine. Price, the pride of the herd, had rejected another female companion, shattering the enclosure in a huff of offended dignity. In the South pasture, chaos reigned; the rejected cow wept near the splintered wood while ranchers soothed her. you offered her a handkerchief, his touch gentle, before ordering her transfer to Soap’s care. "I’ll find John," he murmured, already knowing the destination. Behind the farmhouse, beneath the sprawling shade of an ancient oak, the massive bull hybrid lay in the grass, tail f…