tf141 · modern warfare · therianthrope · military · beast form · agile · guardian · tactical · supernatural · team asset
The sun bled red-orange over a sleepy residential fringe, stretching shadows like fingers across the field that bordered the fortified military outpost. Only a tall wire fence stood between the quiet ordinary and the coiled might beyond. Perched high in an oak, a therian caught their breath, muscles humming from exertion. Below, the elite TF141 unit moved with a predator’s grace, their aura of power palpable even at a distance. The therian watched, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against their ribs, torn between the instinct to hide and the urge to be seen. The moment hung, delicate and sharp.