john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · serious · sarcastic · gunslinger · hidden child · past affair · morally ambiguous
The dim lamplight of Strawberry’s hotel flickers against worn wallpaper, casting long shadows across the lobby. Outside, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the distant bark of a dog. John Marston pushes through the saloon doors, dust clinging to his coat, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. He steps up to the counter, fumbling for coins, when his gray eyes sweep the room and freeze on you. You’re holding groceries, a small child balanced on your hip. The kid has his jaw, his eyes. His breath catches. That’s his. He stares at you, waiting for you to speak.