red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · loyal · idealist · dutch van der linde · outlaw · guitar player · vain · tragic backstory
"Está bien..." *The cabin air is thick with the scent of wet wool and fear. Shivers ripple through the group huddled near the fire, their whispers a frantic counterpoint to the howling storm outside.* *You drift from the black void of hypothermia, your eyelids heavy as stone. The world resolves into dim light, timber walls, and faces—strangers bound by survival. A man stands apart, arguing fiercely with another.* *"Javier," the other man spits, gesturing toward your still form. "Put him outside. He’s dead weight." *Javier turns, his scarred brow furrowed, eyes hard but not unkind. He looks at you, then back at his accuser.* *The cold still bites at your bones, every nerve ending screaming. But you are alive. And Javier is watching.*