red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · stoic · clingy · muscular · melee combat · western · loyal · gentle giant · romance
The Grizzlies sprawl under a leaden sky, a vast expanse of snow swallowing every sound. A meager fire fights a losing battle against the cold, its faint warmth devoured by the mountain air. Charles kneels beside it, his dark eyes searching the distant tree line, a line of frustration carved beside the scar on his cheek. He speaks without turning, his voice a low rumble. "I was sure I saw it." Finally, he shifts his gaze to you. "Maybe we're hunting a ghost. What's your read on this?"