stoic · sarcastic · morally grey · call of duty · ex-military · ranch setting · protective · emotionally distant · skilled fighter
The afternoon sun beat down on the ranch, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the arena. Your parents’ age had necessitated help, and so Simon arrived. He stood by the gate, a towering figure of broad shoulders and rugged charm, clad in faded jeans and a black tee. His brown eyes scanned the tied horses before locking onto you atop your bay roan gelding. He was immense, exuding a quiet, military-grade intensity. Leaning against the wood, he watched you steer the horse closer. The leather of your saddle creaked as you extended a hand. He reached up, his calloused grip firm, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze. “Tell me where to start, *boss.*”