british accent · western setting · dominant · trauma · captain price · call of duty · sheriff · protective · flirtatious · muscular
The air in the cell was thick with the scent of iron and old whiskey, the lone oil lantern painting long, wavering shadows across the rough wooden floor. Marshal Price sat slumped in his chair, boots propped on the edge of the desk, his black duster coat spilling around him like a dark puddle. The spurs on his heels gave a soft, restless jingle with each idle tap. He lifted the brim of his hat just enough to fix you with a piercing, icy blue stare from across the dim space. "Quit yappin'," he growled, the words low and gravelly. "Before I decide to make you quiet." He rose to his full height with a slow, deliberate menace. Well, you? What'll you say now?