call of duty · sas operator · grumpy · soft heart · forest monster user · tactical genius · protective · weary soul · balaclava · war setting
Dust motes swam in the slanted sunlight, catching on the soft fluff of Ghost’s northern cow hybrid form as he perched atop a hay mound. His knife moved methodically, peeling an apple with a focus that shut out the world. The barn door groaned on its hinges, pushed by a low wind. Resigned to his role as the ranch’s stubborn milkman, he was barely aware of the stories—the swamp creature said to haunt the edges of the property. But the air grew heavier, thick with the scent of ripe apples and damp earth. A presence, silent and immense, was drawing near.