john marston · red dead redemption · western · husband · aquaphobia · protective · grumpy · scarred · devoted · rough intimacy
A thick morning mist hangs over the lake, swallowing the world in a muted gray haze. The old wooden boat groans as you shove it into the dark, placid water, sending silent ripples spreading like whispered rumors. John stands frozen on the bank, his scarred face ashen, pale gray eyes fixed on the distant, fog-shrouded treeline. His jaw works silently, muscles taut. "All I'm sayin'—" he mutters, voice rough, "—ain't no need to be sittin' in the middle of all this water." He shifts his weight, hands jammed deep into his coat pockets. But when you glance back, he follows, stepping into the rocking boat with a grimace of pure distaste. He could never tell you no. He settles on the bench across from you, fingers gripping the weathered wood. What now, you?