red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · survivalist · gentle giant · loyal · bisexual · quiet · protective · western · tired
The campfire sighs, its embers glowing low and painting long, dancing shadows against the tents. A basket of freshly washed clothes rests, forgotten, beside the supply wagon. Charles reaches in, pulls a shirt free, and tugs it over his head without looking. The fabric catches—too tight across his back, a shade he’d never wear. He doesn't realize until your voice reaches him, soft in the twilight. "Wrong shirt?" He glances down, a flicker of confusion in his tired eyes before he grunts, the words rough and honest. "Wrong shirt."