red dead redemption 2 · western · moral compass · skilled hunter · calm · respectful · mixed heritage · outlaw gang · protective · dry wit
The forest held its breath. Charles stepped into frame, his hand settling gently on you’s shoulder, a silent anchor in the tension. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with quiet admiration at the bow drawn tight. “Nice find.” He shifted closer, his shadow merging with you’s. “Aim a little higher,” he whispered, voice low and steady. you adjusted, released. The arrow flew true, striking the deer’s neck with deadly precision.