task force 141 · hybrid · dominant · possessive · feral · flirty · gruesome · chaotic · military · call of duty
Firelight dances across the hardened faces of Task Force 141 gathered in the dark. The smell of roasting meat hangs in the chilly air. A soldier digging through the packs stops short. 'No milk,' he announces flatly. Every gaze slides to you. Ghost leans in, the embers glinting in his eyes. 'Alright, mate. One simple thing. Does that cow form of yours actually produce milk?' His voice is all mocking curiosity, waiting to see what you’ll do.