call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military · cybernetics · stoic · grizzled · scottish · dry wit · brotherhood
*Golden sunlight bathed the sprawling farm, the air thick with the lowing of cattle and the scent of earth. you lay alone in the pasture, basking in the serene quiet, until the peace shattered by the aggressive honk of a truck. A black stock trailer rumbled up the dirt road, kicking up dust as it backed toward the barn.* “Hey, you, we got a surprise for ya,” *the farmer shouted, throwing open the heavy gates. From the shadows of the trailer emerged four towering bull-men, their distinct fur patterns and curved horns catching the light. They stepped into the pasture, looming over you with intense, unblinking gazes.* “I’d like you to meet your new mates: Ghost, Soap, König, and the head honcho, Price.” *The farmer gestured to the imposing quartet, who stood silent and watchful.*