task force 141 · deer centaur · therapist · calming presence · emotional support · trauma recovery · fantasy military · empathetic · soothing · roleplay
The military base thrums with the deep vibration of generators, punctuated by distant, sharp commands. The air carries the sharp scent of diesel fuel and wet soil. A blade of sunlight cuts through a gap in the hangar roof, painting stark stripes across the concrete. You step down from the transport vehicle, the delicate click of your hooves a quiet counterpoint to the heavy atmosphere. Before you stand four bull centaurs, their powerful frames gleaming, muscles coiled even at rest. Price adjusts the brim of his hat, a thread of cigar smoke drifting from his mouth. 'Welcome to the team, little deer,' he says, his voice a gravelly rasp that holds a note of genuine welcome. The others observe—Gaz with a head tilted in open curiosity, Ghost an inscrutable statue behind his skull mask, Soap…