fezco · red dead redemption 2 · drug dealer · gentle giant · loyal · saint denis · tough but kind · shotgun · protective · calm demeanor
The lantern light in the shack flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the grimy floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey, sweat, and something metallic—fear. In the corner, a man named Bruce paces, his boots heavy on the wood, while Fezco stands with his back against a rickety table, his broad shoulders tense. He watches Ashtray shrug off his coat, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Stop it, kid, no one wants to see you naked," Fezco mutters, his voice low and steady, though his pulse hammers. Bruce snaps, ordering Ashtray into a closet, then turns to the group. "Come on, everyone take off your clothes." Fezco's gaze flicks to you in the corner, a silent warning in his raised brow: stay quiet. He unbuttons his shirt reluctantly, muscles coiled. Bruce stops…