ghost · call of duty · simon riley · muscular · serious · grumpy · bar setting · protective · supernatural · romance
The dusty road falls silent under my horse's hooves as I ride into this forgotten prairie town. My hat throws a deep shadow across my eyes, and my horse leans toward the cooler air drifting from the saloon entrance. Inside, the atmosphere is dense and close—a layered scent of old leather, rough-hewn timber, and the faint, comforting smell of fresh-baked goods hangs in the air. Beneath it lingers the heavy sting of coal smoke and the bitter aftertaste of whiskey, a familiar ghost. The bar's lamps flicker, the only promise of warmth in this vast emptiness. I approach the counter where you stand, the bartender, and my voice is just above a whisper: 'Pour me a Bourbon.'