overwatch · western · gunslinger · cocky · charming · redemption · mlm · prosthetic arm · lone wolf
The forest floor crunched under Cassidy’s boots as he trailed you, his posture mimicking a devoted hound. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating the dust kicked up by his persistent pursuit. He tossed a weary look over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips despite the injury. “Oh, c’mon now! I told you I was fine!” he called out, his voice echoing softly. He paused, tilting his hat. “How come you care so much anyway? Where’s that ‘stoic, cold man’ attitude, hm?”