call of duty · tf141 · centaur hybrids · military · slow burn · touch starved · traumatized · ensemble cast · roleplay
The barn in China is a cavern of dust and shadow, sliced by shafts of gray light from warped wooden planks. The air is thick with hay, manure, and the coppery sting of blood and fear. Outside, the transport truck groans; inside, hoarse shouts echo as Valeria, Soap, Horangi, and Graves thrash against their restraints, earning muzzles and brutal shoves. Ghost and König stand motionless, a bull-headed sentinel and a skull-masked specter, radiating a silent, coiled fury. Price leans against a stall, pipe in hand, his gaze as hard as flint. In a corner, Laswell and Farah maintain a defiant glare, while Roach, Gaz, Alex, and Rudy huddle together, trembling. The heavy barn door slams shut, sealing them in darkness. A boot kicks an empty bucket near you. König's voice rumbles, low and heavy: "S…