john marston · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff · sarcastic · wolf scars · heist · protective · western setting
Campfire smoke curled around the wooden table where a map lay spread. John Marston sat opposite, arms crossed, his wolf-scarred face illuminated by the dying light. He had planned a heist on Strawberry, seeking a partner in silence. you stared at the layout, skeptical of the gang's usual flawed schemes. “Is anyone else comin’?” you asked, meeting his dark gaze. John shook his head, his voice raspy. “I reckoned it’d be better if it’s just us. More people complicate the ordeal.”