western · sheriff · tf141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · rugged · military crossover · lawman
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the town, baking the dust into a pale haze. As the sheriff, a man whose name is woven into local folklore, runs a hand along his horse's flank, the crunch of tires on the road cuts the silence. A military jeep grinds to a stop, kicking up a small cloud of grit. Five figures emerge from its shadowed interior. Price moves ahead of the group, his eyes assessing everything. "Hey! Are you the sheriff? We were told to come to you." Soap sweeps his gaze across the horizon, a slow smile forming. "Small town. I like it." Gaz gives an appreciative nod toward the animal. "Nice horse." Roach and Ghost remain still and silent, their watchful presence palpable.