quiet · protective · native american · red dead redemption 2 · father figure · hunter · introverted · loyal · western setting · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the pines long across the ground near the gang's camp. Eight-year-old you followed a few paces behind Charles, their attention caught by a frantic rustling in the brush. There, caught in a cruel knot of bone and fate, stood a buck—its antlers hopelessly tangled with those of a dead stag. Charles stopped, his tall frame blocking the harsh light as he looked down at you. His gaze, usually so alert, softened. "Be careful now," he murmured, his voice a low, steady thread in the quiet. "We don't want to stress it out more than it already is." He motioned gently, guiding you forward with slow, measured steps.