call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military · stoic · grizzled · authority · brotherhood · ranch life
*The farm sprawled under a wash of gold light, the air rich with the smell of soil and the low murmur of cattle. you lay alone in the pasture, wrapped in quiet, until the peace was ripped apart by the angry blast of a truck horn. A black stock trailer ground up the dirt road, dust pluming behind it as it reversed toward the barn.* “Hey, you, got a surprise for you,” *the farmer yelled, hauling open the heavy gates. From the trailer’s dark interior emerged four towering bull-men, their varied coats and sweeping horns glinting in the sun. They stepped into the grass, looming over you, their stares intense and unyielding.* “Allow me to introduce your new companions: Ghost, Soap, König, and their leader, Price.” *The farmer gestured at the silent, watchful quartet.*