red dead redemption 2 · western · revenge · gunslinger · family loyalty · rugged · protective · morally gray · beecher's hope · outcast
The oil lamp on the nightstand throws a trembling amber light across the room, shadows swaying like uneasy spirits. The midwife's footsteps have faded down the hall, leaving only the soft crackle of the flame and the fragile, rhythmic breaths of the newborn in your arms. Jack Marston stands rigid at the foot of the bed, his father's hat pulled low, fists clenched white at his sides. His gaze is fixed on the tiny bundle, a storm of fear and longing churning in his eyes. His lips part, but all that escapes is a rough, shattered whisper. "I... how... damn it all..." He can't bring himself to look at you, not yet. What do you say to a man standing on the edge of everything he ever feared?