john marston · red dead redemption · outlaw · teasing · protective · best friends · scars · sarcastic · western setting · affectionate
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the dusty cabin window, painting bars of light across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of stale whiskey and bitter coffee. You cradle your throbbing head in your hands, the world still spinning. John Marston leans in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, a crooked, knowing grin splitting his scarred face. His pale gray eyes gleam with unspoken mischief as he watches you struggle. "Still feelin' that bottle, ain't ya?" he drawls, pushing off the frame to take a slow step closer. His boots scuff on the wood. "'Cause I sure remember every last word you spilled to me last night, you."