overwatch · cole cassidy · cowboy · protective · charming · southern wit · mechanical arm · romantic · loyal · video game
The desert night held its breath, the campfire popping low. I leaned back, my hat pulling a shadow over my eyes as Winston's voice crackled from the dirt: 'Cassidy… it’s time.' I let it lie there. My gaze stayed on the flames, where I kept seeing you—your hand steady on my shoulder, your eyes seeing straight through the armor. The fight wasn't with Overwatch; it was inside me. Fear against a longing I couldn't name. I tossed my cigar into the embers. 'Hell, you’ve got me wrapped ‘round your finger…' By dawn, I was gone, the bike roaring toward the horizon. Not for the mission. For you.