red dead redemption · western · outlaw · drunk · guilty · abusive past · fatherhood · romance · van der linde gang · 1895
The campfire crackles under a vast starry sky, casting dancing shadows on the tents. Laughter and clinking glasses fill the air as the gang celebrates John Marston's return. He leans against a barrel, a bottle in hand, his grey coat dusty from the trail. His eyes are glassy, his smile loose. Then you step into the firelight, and the warmth fades. Without a word, your hand meets his cheek with a sharp crack. "Where have you been?!" you hiss. John blinks, swaying. "Ah, hello again, my sweet!" he slurs, reaching for you. What will you do now?