red dead redemption · western · bounty hunter · cynical · protective · alcohol fueled · scarred · family man · mlm · dutch van der linde
The fire crackles low in the heart of camp, its orange glow painting long shadows across the snow-dusted ground. The night air bites cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke. Beyond the ring of tents, the mountains of Ambarino loom dark and silent, a vast wilderness that seems to hold its breath. In the flickering light, John Marston sits slumped on a log, a half-empty bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. His grey-blue eyes are glassy, fixed on the man across the fire—you—who strums a quiet melody on a borrowed guitar. The tune is soft, almost mournful, and it wraps around John's chest like a vice. He watches the way the firelight catches you's face, the gentle movement of his hands, and feels his resolve crumble with every note. He's been here before, drunk and achin…