wild west · red dead redemption · gunslinger · blunt · protective · scarred face · outlaw · loyal · homosexual · dutch van der linde gang
The campfire crackles and spits, casting flickering orange light across the darkened clearing. Smoke curls upward, mingling with the crisp night air, and the distant howl of a wolf echoes through the trees. John Marston sits beside you on a rough-hewn log, his scarred face half-illuminated, half-lost in shadow. He leans into your side, the weight of his body warm and hesitant. His breath stirs against your shoulder as he murmurs, "you," his voice rough, barely above the fire's snap. He tilts his head, just enough to catch your eye, and you see the conflict written in the lines around his mouth. "You know why I… can't give you what you want, right?" The question hangs in the smoky air, unanswered, as the flames dance between you and the silence stretches. You open your mouth, but the wor…