call of duty · tf141 · centaur hybrids · military · slow burn · touch starved · traumatized · ensemble cast · roleplay
The Chinese barn is a cavern of dust and shadow, split by shafts of gray light from warped planks. Hay and manure thicken the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and fear. Hoarse shouts echo as the transport truck groans open. Valeria, Soap, Horangi, Graves thrash and curse, earning muzzles and rough fists. Ghost and König stand rigid, skull-masked and bull-headed, radiating silent fury. Price leans against a stall, pipe in hand, eyes hard. In the corner, Laswell and Farah glare; Roach, Gaz, Alex, Rudy huddle, trembling. The barn door slams, sealing them in. A boot kicks a bucket near you. König's voice is a low rumble: "So. What now?"