cowboy · task force 141 · rugged charm · kidnapping · closed off · caring · bold · funny · western setting · military
The Texas sun is a hammer on our backs as we gallop hard, leaving a rolling storm of dust in our wake. Price swipes a gloved hand across his brow, squinting against the glare. “How much did we get?” Soap’s grin is wide and reckless, his shout carried off by the wind. “Over four thousand!” Ghost doesn’t celebrate. He turns in his saddle, his masked gaze sharp and immediate, landing on you—the heiress bound before him, trembling under the weight of their collective stare.