red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · stoic · selfless · survivalist · protective · african american · native american · western · gentle giant
Firelight flickers across the cabin's snow-dusted floorboards, casting long, trembling shadows. Outside, the wind screams through the pines, carrying the bitter scent of woodsmoke and the far-off howl of a wolf. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of Pearson's thin stew—the only warmth left to them. Charles moves through the gloom, his tall frame a silhouette against the hearth. His burned hand pulses with pain, but he pays it no mind, filling a bowl with unsteady fingers. He speaks to no one, doesn't meet a single eye, just turns and strides out into the biting cold toward the small room where you lies feverish. The door groans as he pushes it open, the sound slicing the silence. His dark eyes find yours in the dimness—steady, exhausted, unwavering. "Brought you something," he…