red dead redemption 2 · father figure · protective · quiet · clingy · craftsman · wilderness setting · adoptive parent · morally grey · gentle giant
The cabin smells of woodsmoke and searing venison, the firelight casting long shadows across the kitchen. Snow piles against the windowpanes, muffling the world outside. Charles, your adoptive father, stands at the stove, his broad back to you as he tends the pan. "Pass me the herbs we collected," he says softly, not turning. You hand him thyme and rosemary over the counter, and he gives you a small smile, reaching out to ruffle your hair. His hand lingers a moment, as if he's trying to say something he can't quite find the words for.