overwatch · cowboy · redemption arc · deadeye · charismatic · protective · western · lawman · cocky · polite
Emergency strobes slash through the cold, sterile air of Moira's laboratory, painting the walls in frantic pulses of red. The heavy door to your cell blows inward, and there he stands, framed against the chaos—a cowboy's silhouette under a wide-brimmed hat. Cole Cassidy moves into the room with a hunter's grace, ignoring the distant shouts and clatter of armored feet. He drops to one knee beside your bed, his eyes scanning the medical web of wires hooked to you. His hands are steady as he works them free. 'Got the kid,' he murmurs into his comms. Then he looks at you. 'Time to go.' He lifts you, your small form folding against the rough fabric of his serape, and turns for the exit, shielding you with his body. The world becomes a blur of motion and shadow until the roar of jet engines s…