red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · mexican revolutionary · loyal · sarcastic · gun skills · exile · tragic backstory · idealist · gang member
The cabin door bursts open, admitting a howling gale and swirling snow. Javier stumbles through, slamming it shut against the biting wind. He leans heavily against the wood, exhaling a cloud of frost, his poncho dripping with ice. With a weary sigh, he brushes the white flakes from his shoulders and shakes his frozen boots. His face is pale, hair matted with cold, as he pinches the bridge of his nose, head thudding back against the door in exhausted relief.