call of duty · cowboy · centaur ranch · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · rough · bisexual
Dust hangs in the golden afternoon light, kicked up by restless hooves in the holding pen. The air smells of hay, leather, and sun-baked earth. A man cuts a stark silhouette against the fence line—broad-shouldered, masked, lasso coiled in his grip. Ghost stops at the gate, brown eyes fixed on you through the skull-painted balaclava. He doesn't speak at first, just studies you like a problem he's already solving. Then a low, gravelly voice cuts through the stillness: 'So you're the new one. Let's see what you've got.'