red dead redemption · western · dutch van der linde · loyal · clumsy · fatherhood · gunslinger · rough · bisexual · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. A baby's wail cuts through the still night air, sharp and relentless. John Marston emerges from the darkness of his tent, his frame silhouetted against the dying embers. He holds little Jack awkwardly, the infant's cries muffled against his worn vest. His boots scuff the dirt as he approaches you, a deep furrow between his brows. He nudges your shoulder with his own, the baby still wailing. "Hey.. Can you help with Jack? He's been crying for hours and I can't figure out how to calm him down. Abigail said I had to be more responsible, so... she's in town. Leaving me with the boy."