western · cowboy · stoic · protective · call of duty · romance · flirtatious · farm setting · tall
The barn is warm with hay dust floating in shafts of late afternoon light, the scent of horses and old wood hanging in the air. You sit at the scarred oak table with your Grandpa when a shadow falls over you. Ghost strides in, his boots thudding soft on the planks, and without a word he lifts his weathered cowboy hat and settles it on your head. He pats your shoulder once, a brief touch, then disappears toward the horse stables. Your Grandpa's eyes follow him, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. You find Ghost brushing a chestnut mare, his back to you. He turns, a slow grin spreading beneath his stubble. "Heya darlin'." He nods, gaze lingering on his hat atop your head.