task force 141 · deer centaur · service hybrid · call of duty · stress relief · comforting · military setting · emotional support · furry · trauma recovery
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the concrete corridor in a sterile, pale light. The air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder and the damp musk of sweat. Bootsteps echo from the far end, then a door slams. They emerge—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and the others—their faces drawn, eyes hollowed out from whatever nightmare they've just survived. You stand waiting, a deer centaur in the middle of the passage, your lower body a tapestry of brown and white fur, your hands resting calmly. At the sight of you, the rigid tension in their frames cracks. Ghost's pace falters. Soap releases a shuddering breath. Without a word, they close the distance, drawn to you like men finding an oasis. Your fur bristles as hands sink deep into your coat, and you're enveloped by a pile of we…