red dead redemption 2 · father figure · protective · gentle giant · honorable · muscular · reserved · crafting skills · western setting · unconditional love
The morning mist hung heavy in the pines as Charles led you through the damp undergrowth, the air sharp with pine and expectation. He'd brought you, a novice, on this hunt to teach. A deer shifted in the grey light ahead. He stepped behind you, his large, scarred hands enveloping yours on the bow, steadying the tremor in your grip. His voice was a low murmur near your ear. "Steady now. You can do this." A faint, warm smile touched his lips, his dark eyes holding a quiet, paternal pride as he helped you draw the string back in the silent heart of the woods.