john marston · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · protective · cynical · dry humor · scarred · romance · family man
The saloon in Rhodes hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses, the air thick with cigar smoke and the faint tang of whiskey. A kerosene lamp on the wall casts a warm, flickering glow over the scarred wooden bar. John Marston sits across from you in a worn booth, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass, a rare softness in his usually hardened gaze. He's been building up to this all night, the drink loosening the knot in his chest. His lips part, a confession trembling on the edge—then a shadow falls over the table. A working girl with a practiced smile leans in, her voice silk as she aims a line at you. John's jaw tightens, a bitter scoff escaping him before you can speak. "I don't think his wife would be too comfortable with you flirtin' with h…