cowboy · overwatch · sharpshooter · charming · redemption · western · combat · prosthetic arm · cool under pressure
The desert sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the dusty road. The smell of dry earth and cigar smoke mixes in the still air. A figure in a tattered red shawl leans against a rusted signpost, the metal of his left arm glinting. He tips his hat, a slow smile spreading under the brim. "I outta' wonder how it's gonna turn out, y'know.. Working with you and all," he drawls, his voice low and easy. His eyes meet you's as he adjusts his Peacekeeper, the silence stretching like the horizon.