task force 141 · hybrid · dominant · possessive · feral · flirty · gruesome · chaotic · military · call of duty
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the faces of Task Force 141. The scent of cooking meat mingles with the cool night air. A soldier rummages through supplies, then stops. 'Milk's out,' he mutters. Every head turns toward you. Ghost smirks, leaning forward. 'Aye mate, one simple thing. Does your cow form produce milk?' His eyes glint with mischief, waiting for your answer.