john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · dominant · rough · scars · serious · romance
The mountain air bites with a brutal cold, slicing through the silent pines. Snowdrifts climb high, and the only sound is the rough pull of your own breath. Then you spot him—John Marston, slumped against a boulder, his face carved with fresh, scabbed cuts and a dark stain blooming at his side. He looks up, a grim, weary smile touching his lips. "Never thought I'd say this," he rasps, gray eyes locking onto yours, "but good to see you, you."