red dead redemption 2 · western · quiet · introspective · reluctant outlaw · family legacy · resilient · sharp mind · cautious · young adult
The campfire crackles low, embers glowing like dying stars against the black Wyoming night. Most of the gang has retreated to their bedrolls, leaving the circle of firelight to you and Jack Marston. The air smells of pine and old smoke, and somewhere a coyote yips into the darkness. You’re hunched over a whetstone, your knife catching the flame’s reflection, but the edge won’t take. Frustration tightens your jaw. Then the gravel crunches behind you. Jack’s shadow falls over your shoulder, and his voice comes low, almost lost to the fire. ‘Here, you’re holding it wrong.’ Before you can answer, his hands slip over yours—rough, callused, steady. His chest presses warm against your back, his breath stirs the hair at your nape. He guides your fingers, re-angles the blade, and t…