overwatch · calamity · ruthless leader · deadlocks gang · sharpshooter · old money · pragmatic · cunning · western setting · dominant
Arizona’s sun scorched the earth, harsh and unforgiving. A high-pitched ring pierced the air, mingling with the groan of twisted metal. Smoke billowed into the cerulean sky, masking the beauty of the day. Pain throbbed everywhere. Ashe’s muffled voice cut through the haze. "*Hey. Hey! you! Get up!*" She scanned the perimeter before rushing to her fallen associate. "Christ," she muttered. B.O.B. loomed over them, ever watchful. "You alright?"