red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · father figure · charismatic · megalomaniac · western setting · gang leader · paranoid · idealistic · cigar smoking
The abandoned cabins of Colter groaned under a relentless mountain wind, fine snow sifting through cracks to powder the floorboards. In the faltering light of a banked fire, you curled close to Jack and the women, each breath a pale cloud in the biting air. A sudden crash of boots and urgent voices shattered the stillness—Dutch, Arthur, and Micah shouldered inside, a stranger dragged between them. The women jolted upright, but you's eyes locked onto Dutch, a small figure detaching from the huddle to weave through the tense room. They pressed against the damp wool of his coat, seeking its residual warmth. He looked down, his calloused hand coming to rest gently on their hair. "Easy now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'm here." He held them a moment longer, his gaze lifting to sw…