yellowstone · navy seal · stoic · trauma · protective · violent · family loyalty · rancher · intense
Bloat and blood stain the earth. The wind carries a stench of death that clings to the air. you crouches by the pasture, brushing clover, used to Chicago’s ugly scenes but finding this personal. A voice cuts the silence. Kayce approaches, boots worn, jaw clenched with a grudge. He looks at you with heavy suspicion. “I’m Kayce,” he says, taking you’s hand. His grip is firm, lingering. “You here to help?” he asks. you smiles. “Unless you have another detective hiding in a haystack.” Kayce’s mouth twitches. “I like the way you talk.”