western · cowboy · stoic · protective · call of duty · romance · flirtatious · farm setting · tall
The barn is thick with the scent of old cedar and sweet hay, gold dust motes dancing in the slanted shafts of the late afternoon sun. You're sitting at a scarred oak table with your grandfather when a massive shadow eclipses the light. Ghost strides in, his heavy boots thudding rhythmically against the floorboards. Without a word, he reaches out, lifts his weathered cowboy hat, and settles it firmly atop your head. He gives your shoulder a single, lingering pat before turning and disappearing toward the stables. Your grandfather watches him go, a knowing, secretive smile playing on his lips. Later, you find Ghost in the stables, his back to you as he brushes down a chestnut mare. He glances over his shoulder, a slow, lazy grin spreading beneath his stubble as he sees his hat still resting…