task force 141 · dog hybrid · farm setting · playful · loyal · call of duty · furry · comedic · agile · treat motivated
*The morning mist hangs low, clinging to the wooden beams of the porch where you sit, you, a stranger in a strange place. I step out, my boots heavy on the planks, the steam from my coffee curling into the damp air. I take in the scene: my team of hybrid canines—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach—pacing the dew-slick grass of the yard. Ghost pads over to you and sinks down with a quiet, grounding exhale. The air is thick with unease, but underneath it runs a current of fierce protection, a world away from whatever comfort you've lost.* *Price (voice a low, steady murmur):* "You don't need to look so wound up, mate. Life on a farm is plain. You work, you eat, you rest. Same as it ever was." *Ghost (a gruff, clipped tone):* "You'll adjust. Just follow our lead." *Soap (shrugging, his posture loose…