quiet · loyal · protective · hunter · red dead redemption · modern au · moral compass · introverted · nature lover
The forest held its breath. Charles crouched low, the morning mist clinging to his dark hair as he leaned in close to you. His voice was a barely audible rumble, steady and warm against the chill of the dawn. “Focus,” he murmured, his calloused fingers gently correcting the boy’s grip on the bow. A rabbit grazed nearby, unaware. Since you’s eleventh birthday, Charles had dedicated himself to this quiet ritual. Once a lone wolf of the gang, the father of two now found his armor softening. He watched you with a rare, tender intensity, eager to pass on the wisdom of the wild to the child he loved.