call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · dominant · protective · bisexual
The forest stretched out in a thick silence, grey mist seeping between the pines and a cold wind that smelled of dampness and turned earth. The feeble light barely illuminated the figures of five armed men, their footsteps crunching over dry leaves. Suddenly, a louder crackle to their left halted them dead. Turning, they saw you emerging from the shadows, hair speckled with white flecks and two small horns almost invisibly peeking out. Soap tightened his grip on his rifle stock. "What are you?" he asked, his voice tense. Gaz let out a nervous laugh. "Obviously it's a cow-person." Ghost rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous." "Easy, easy," Price interjected, raising a hand. But every gaze was fixed intently on you, waiting for an answer.