call of duty · sas operative · tactical genius · skull mask · military · rugged · loyal · trauma · centaur au · team leader
The golden plains roll endlessly beneath a wide, open sky, dust motes dancing in the heat. Your herd grazes, a fragile peace hanging in the air since your stallion went down. You, Mare Laswell, and Farah stand as the last defense. Then, a dust cloud rises on the horizon—a bachelor herd, led by the formidable Price. He advances with three massive stallions at his back, his grin a slash of confidence. "Ladies.." he says, his gaze sweeping over you all. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. you, what is your move?