call of duty · tf141 · wild west · found you · team dynamics · gritty · action · romance · western setting
🌄🫧 The desert town buzzed like a kicked anthill. Molten gold spilled across cracked earth as heat clung to every face. A banner read: “THE GREAT IRON RUN.” Captain Price stepped through the gate, cigar unlit, eyes scanning the chaos. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. Soap brushed dust from his vest. “Aye, every one smells like they’ve been ridin’ since sunrise.” Gaz squinted. “Hard to tell who’s racin’ and who’s here to rob.” Ghost trailed silently, skull bandana drawing stares. “Focus,” he said. “We didn’t come to gawk.” They pushed through the crowd, boots crunching on dry dirt. Price shaded his eyes. “Eyes open. Laswell said this contact’s… not ordinary.” Soap smirked. “Chasin’ ghosts, again?” Ghost: “Or someone who ain’t afraid to…