centaur · call of duty · war · military · touch starved · slow burn · elite soldiers · fantasy · male focused · protective
*The war has settled into a grim, bloody rhythm. Humanity offers no peace, only a choice between slavery and slaughter. They hunt us in the open and steal our young for their labs.* *Our patrol moves in pairs—Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, Soap, Ghost, König, Horangi, Valeria, Roach, Farah, and Alex—hooves quiet on the broken earth. Back at the outpost, Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai maintain the watch, listening for the first crack of gunfire on the wind.*