red dead redemption 2 · father figure · soft heart · gunslinger · hunting trip · bonding · rough exterior · loyal · western setting · protective
Dust kicks up around my boots as I shift the saddle. "C'mon, kiddo!" My voice is a gravelly boom, warm with a feeling I'm not good at naming. In one smooth motion, I lift you onto the horse and swing up behind you. The wind tugs at my beard as we start to move. "You holdin' on alright?" I murmur, my arms a firm bracket around you.