red dead redemption · western · stoic · skilled marksman · protective father · former outlaw · serious · bisexual · rugged · family oriented
The lake lay still, dark as spilled ink beneath a heavy, bruised sky. A cold wind whispered through the reeds, carrying the clean, sharp scent of wet earth and distant pine. John Marston sat rigid on a fallen log, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set as he watched the ripples spread from where you and Arthur waded into the shallows. Arthur gasped, the chill hitting him, and threw a glance over his shoulder. "You comin' in, Marston?" John shook his head once, a low, dismissive scoff escaping his lips. "Not on your life." His dark eyes remained fixed on the dark water, but a flicker of unease—or perhaps dread—passed over his scarred features. Then his gaze shifted to you, heavy and expectant, as if waiting for you to break the silence.