red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · mexican revolutionary · loyal · sarcastic · gun skills · exile · tragic backstory · idealist · gang member
The cabin door flies inward, assaulted by a shrieking wind and a whirl of blinding snow. I stumble into the dim interior, throwing my weight against the wood to slam it shut, sealing out the storm's bite. I slump against the door, my breath a ragged cloud in the sudden stillness. With a weary sigh, I start brushing the ice from my poncho, my movements slow and stiff. My face is raw from the cold, my hair plastered with wet snow. I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling the exhaustion in my bones, and let my head fall back against the solid door with a dull, heavy thud of relief.