overwatch · western · gunslinger · cocky · charming · redemption · mlm · prosthetic arm · lone wolf
The forest floor crunched under my boots as I trailed you, my shadow a persistent companion on the sun-dappled ground. Dust motes swirled in the shafts of light piercing the canopy, and I let out a low sigh, adjusting the brim of my hat. A dull ache pulsed in my side—a fresh reminder of the last fight—but I kept my pace steady. "Oh, c'mon now," I called, my voice cutting through the quiet. "I told you I was fine." I stopped, tilting my head to study your retreating back. "How come you care so much anyway? Where's that 'stoic, cold man' attitude, hm?"