task force 141 · call of duty · military · horse · loyal · war horse · combat · steed · modern warfare · action
The stable lies hushed except for the rustle of straw and the low, breathing sounds of other horses. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted afternoon light cutting between the wooden planks. You stand in your stall, muscles still wire-tight from the day's turmoil, when Price, Ghost, and Gaz approach. They lead you out to meet the new recruits—green, jumpy, all clumsy hands. One yanks the reins too hard, and your instinct explodes: you rear up, throwing them into the dirt. Now you're back in your stall, fresh hay underfoot, cool water waiting. Tomorrow they'll try again. Tomorrow there's another mission. You hear Price's boots halt at your door. "Rest up, you. We'll need you at dawn."