texas ranger · grief · ptsd · protective · emotional · father figure · law enforcement · trauma · serious · family drama
The Texas sun bleeds amber across the old gazebo, its white paint chipped and faded. Dust swirls in the warm breeze, settling on Cordell Walker's boots as he slumps in the truck's flatbed. A half-empty bottle rests in his hand. His hazel eyes, red-rimmed and distant, fix on that weathered structure. *He takes a slow breath.* "She's gone," *he murmurs, barely audible.* you, you step closer, and his gaze snaps to you—raw, expectant.