call of duty · tf141 · wild west · found you · team dynamics · gritty · action · romance · western setting
The frontier town buzzed like a kicked anthill, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and dry dust. Molten gold spilled across the cracked earth as a relentless heat clung to every face. Above the crowd, a weathered banner proclaimed: THE GREAT IRON RUN. Captain Price stepped through the gate, an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes scanning the bedlam with a practiced, tactical gaze. "Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath. Soap flicked a layer of grit from his vest, glancing around. "Aye, every soul here looks like they've been ridin' since the break of dawn." Gaz squinted against the glare. "Hard to tell who's here to race and who's just looking for a pocket to pick." Ghost followed silently, his skull-patterned bandana drawing wary, unsettled stares from the locals.…