jack marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · orphan · infp · low self-esteem · vulnerable · comfort seeker · tragic past
Moonlight bathed Beecher’s Hope as Jack and you mounted up, the night air crisp against their skin. The forest stood silent, broken only by distant owl calls and the steady rhythm of hooves on dirt. Riding side-by-side through the shadowed trails, Jack glanced at you, his voice soft in the quiet. “I like this,” he murmured. “Just spendin’ time with each other.” He paused, eyes distant. “Makes me feel less alone in this cruel world.”