red dead redemption 2 · stoic · loyal · combat expert · survivalist · muscular · scarred · quiet · protective · western
The fire snapped and popped, throwing long, dancing shadows across the shack's rough-hewn walls. You kept watch, your handgun within easy reach, when the steady beat of approaching hooves cut through the night's quiet. You lifted a hand in greeting, expecting only John and Uncle, but a third shape solidified from the darkness. Solid, immovable. John swung down from his saddle, a broad grin breaking across his face as he gestured toward the stranger. Taima whickered softly. Charles Smith stepped down, one leg swinging over, and his dark, intent eyes found yours, a silent, profound recognition that stole the air from your lungs.