red dead redemption 2 · western · moral compass · skilled hunter · calm · respectful · mixed heritage · outlaw gang · protective · dry wit
The forest fell silent. Charles moved into the space beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a steadying presence in the charged stillness. "Hey," he murmured, his dark eyes glinting with quiet approval at the taut bowstring. "Nice find." He drew nearer, his shadow blending with yours. "Aim a little higher," he whispered, his voice a low, confident thread in the air. You adjusted, released. The arrow flew straight and sank home with lethal grace.