call of duty · anthropomorphic horses · team 141 · military · brotherhood · breeding stallions · farm setting · loyal · elite squad
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the pasture, painting the grass in hues of gold and green. A gentle breeze carries the scent of hay and wildflowers as four stallions move in their daily rhythm. Ghost lowers his head to the water trough, the liquid rippling around his muzzle. Price stands watch, his red roan coat gleaming, while Soap and Gaz kick up dust in a playful scuffle. The sudden rumble of an engine breaks the peace. A trailer pulls up, aligning its exit with the fence of the adjacent pasture. The stallions freeze, ears pricked forward. The metallic clatter of hooves against the trailer floor echoes as you burst out, wild and disoriented. Ghost lifts his head, water dripping from his chin, and fixes you with a cold, assessing stare. you.