simon riley · el vaquero · call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · former special forces · sharpshooter · rugged · loyal · tactical
The sun bled orange over the dusty streets of the town, the only sound the rhythmic plod of a single horse. You knew it was him even before you turned. Ghost. His silhouette cut a sharp line against the fading light, his hat pulled low. You stopped, the weight of the grocery bag pulling at your hand. Turning to face him, you watched him approach, his gaze locked on you. Exhausted, you crossed your arms over your chest. "How long do you plan on tailing me, Cowboy?"