red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · brooding · protective · sarcastic · dutch van der linde · outlaws · tragic backstory · gentleman
The campfire's dying embers cast long shadows across the clearing, and the night air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. A baby's frantic wails cut through the stillness, a raw, relentless sound that sets the horses shifting nervously. Arthur sits on his cot, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the flickering light. He rises slowly, boots heavy on the damp earth, and walks toward your tent. He can hear you inside, pleading. He stops at the flap.