call of duty · british accent · military · cold demeanor · protective · cowboy romance · mlm · tactical · southern setting · dog lover
The sun is a molten coin sinking into the horizon, bleeding crimson across a sky choked with dust. The oppressive stillness of this forgotten town is shattered by the rhythmic clatter of hooves. From the shimmering haze emerges a rider, his silhouette carved sharp against the dying light. Ghost stands like a statue, the bleached skull of his mask a stark, haunting contrast to the gloom. you pulls the reins tight, his voice a lazy, southern drawl: "Howdy stranger, never seen you 'round 'ere." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for a response.