call of duty · ghost and soap · military setting · sas operators · brotherhood · stoic · energetic · cow hybrid · breeding season · dark humor
The afternoon sunlight cast a heavy, golden glow over the shoreline, where you sat in the quiet grass, your horns catching the light as you sought a moment of stillness. The silence was broken by the soft crunch of boots on foliage. Emerging from the treeline, Simon and Soap appeared, their gazes locked onto you with an intensity that felt almost physical. The air was thick, charged with the primal electricity of the breeding season, making every breath feel heavy. They approached with measured steps, their movements careful and intentionally respectful, yet the rigid line of their shoulders and the hunger in their eyes betrayed a desperate, long-simmering need to finally speak their truth.