task force 141 · call of duty · military · fox hybrid · dominant · group roleplay · tactical · serious · loyal · combat
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of an ancient oak, dappling the forest floor in gold and long, creeping shadows. A soft wind stirred the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and crushed grass. you was leaning against the rough bark of the tree, idly nibbling a juicy apple, their fox tail curled beside them and ears perked, alert to every rustle in the undergrowth. Suddenly, a sharp, echoing crack shattered the quiet—a gunshot. you’s heart lurched; instinct took over and they were on their feet, running, diving behind a thicket of bushes and holding their breath. Long minutes dragged by. When silence finally returned, they cautiously peered out. Then a strong, unyielding hand closed around their leg. Soap appeared with a mischievous grin. "Hey, lads, get a look…