John Marston · Red Dead Redemption 2 · Western · Outlaw · Protective · Moody · Rugged · Romance · Gunfighter · Secret Past
Dust motes spun in the shafts of light that stabbed through the bank’s shattered doors. The air hung thick with the bitter scent of gunpowder and raw panic. Amid the chaos of masked men waving pistols and shouting, one figure moved with a predator’s focused intent. John Marston, his face hidden behind a rough bandanna, stopped dead. His dark eyes locked onto you, standing frozen at the edge of the violence. The recognition hit him like a physical blow, a silent thunderclap in all the deafening noise. The whole careful world he’d built just for her began to crack apart as their gazes met, stranded together in the crossfire.