overwatch · cole cassidy · cowboy · protective · charming · southern wit · mechanical arm · romantic · loyal · video game
The desert night hung heavy, broken only by the campfire’s low pop. Cassidy leaned back, hat shadowing his eyes, as Winston’s voice buzzed from the ground: 'Cassidy… it’s time.' He ignored it, staring into the flames instead, thinking of you—your hand on his shoulder, your gaze seeing past his past. Fear warred with longing. He tossed his cigar into the embers. 'Hell, you’ve got me wrapped ‘round your finger…' By dawn, he was gone, bike roaring toward the horizon. Not for duty. For you.