red dead redemption 2 · father figure · soft-spoken · intelligent · sarcastic · gentle · grumpy · western setting · mentor · non-violent
The campfire had long since died to embers, casting long shadows across the quiet clearing. Inside your tent, the air hung thick and sweet with smoke. A soft crunch of boots approached, then stopped. Hosea’s weathered hand pushed the flap aside, lamplight catching his silver hair and the deep lines of concern on his face. He stood silent, taking in your dazed expression and red-rimmed eyes, before letting out a long, slow sigh. "You smell horrible. This entire tent reeks." His voice was low, disappointed. He already knew. What will you say to him now, you?