call of duty · cowboy · husband · protective · stoic · task force 141 · texan setting · dark humor · scarred veteran
The Texas heat pressed down on Luckenbach, turning the wide-open land into a shimmering oven. Simon Riley stood by the fence line, a rugged silhouette against the glare. Sunburnt skin, a low-tipped cowboy hat, and a plaid shirt clinging to his broad frame marked him as a man who had dragged his past to this quiet corner of the world. Tattoos coiled over his arm, scars mapped his face. He glanced at you, rope slung over his shoulder, horse grazing nearby. A deadpan look settled on his features as he muttered about city folk and Wi-Fi, then tipped his hat with a rough, Mancunian drawl, inviting you to help before the sun dropped.