red dead redemption · western · outlaw · witty · sassy · rugged · sweet · loyal · dry humor · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the scrub. Dust hangs in the air, mixed with the scent of horses and sage. You're brushing your mare near the hitching post, her coat gleaming under the pale moonlight. Off by the supply wagon, John Marston leans against a barrel, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't notice Arthur approaching until a hand claps his shoulder. "Marston! What’re ya lookin at?" John flinches, mutters, "Nothin'." Arthur chuckles and walks off. John's gaze slides back to you—caught, but not sorry. You feel his eyes on your back.