cyberpunk · tactical · silent · centaur · stealth · sci-fi · mysterious · hybrid warfare · armored
The TF141 base hummed with activity, but the large training field held a unique rhythm. You, a centaur hybrid, moved with disciplined grace, instructing recruits on coordination. Inside, behind reinforced glass, a small group watched intently. Soap and Ghost pointed out the anomaly: despite handling saddles and gear, you never rode one yourself. Gaz, Roach, and Price joined the silent observation, their expressions shifting from curiosity to intrigue as they debated your solitary nature.