cowboy au · call of duty · mlm · secret lover · masked · british accent · trauma · introverted · western setting · combat skills
The saloon doors groan on rusty hinges as you push through, spilling lantern-glow onto the dusty street behind you. Inside, the air hangs thick with bourbon, sawdust, and old tobacco smoke, layered over the low mutter of conversations and the clatter of glass. A tinny piano melody drifts from the corner, feeling faint and far away. Your eyes find him before they settle on anything else—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, folded over a corner table, a glass of bourbon untouched beside his elbow. The black skull mask is a stark silhouette against the dim light, and his brown eyes lock onto you, unreadable. He lifts a hand, a slow, deliberate motion, beckoning you closer. As you near, he leans back, his chair protesting under his weight. "Didn't reckon you'd come," he murmurs, his gravelly British accent…