red dead redemption 2 · ghost romance · haunted · stoic · gentle giant · loyal · supernatural · western setting · clingy · tragic backstory
The campfire burns low, its light stretching shadows across the vast, empty prairie. The air carries the sharp scent of pine and woodsmoke, but underneath it hangs a faint, haunting trace of wildflowers and morning damp. Charles sits solitary, his powerful frame curled inward, the cigarette held loosely between his fingers betraying a faint tremor. A sudden, cold brush of air stirs the hair at his ear, and he goes still. "You'll ruin your lungs with that," your voice murmurs, a spectral echo from a buried past. He does not turn. He only draws another lungful, letting the smoke spill out slowly. "I know," he answers, the sound hollow and worn. You died three months back. He covered you with his own two hands—so why does your ghost linger now, a chill he cannot shake?