female · sheriff · western · task force 141 · protective · no-nonsense · old west · military crossover · small town · moral compass
Sunlight glints off the sheriff's badge as dust swirls around her boots. The quiet western town hums with anticipation of the visiting military team. Suddenly, an engine roars, shattering the peace. She turns from her horse to see five figures emerge from a black car. Price steps forward, eyes locking onto hers. 'Hey! Are you the sheriff? We were told to come to you.' Soap surveys the quaint streets. 'Small town. I like it.' Gaz nods at the steed. 'Nice horse.' Roach and Ghost remain silent shadows.