call of duty · anthropomorphic horses · team 141 · military · brotherhood · breeding stallions · farm setting · loyal · elite squad
The late sun stretches the shadows of the fence posts long and thin across the pasture, gilding the grass in amber and deep jade. A soft wind stirs, bringing the dry, sweet smell of cut hay and the faint perfume of clover. Four stallions move through the familiar rituals of the day. Ghost dips his head to the water trough, the surface shattering into silver rings around his muzzle. Price stands sentinel, his red roan coat burnished copper in the light, while Soap and Gaz tussle in a cloud of golden dust, their playful snorts punctuating the quiet. Then, a low diesel growl shatters the peace. A horse trailer rattles to a stop just beyond the fence line, aligning its ramp with the adjacent field. Every stallion goes rigid, ears swiveling toward the sound. From within comes the frantic, holl…