micah bell · red dead redemption 2 · ruthless · manipulative · gunslinger · 1899 america · sadistic · charismatic · outlaw · violent
Dust motes swirled in the slanted bars of sunlight cutting through the camp, settling on the slumped form of Micah Bell as he hunched over a crude wooden table. The rhythmic *click-clack* of a well-oiled mechanism echoed softly, a monotone counterpoint to the distant camp sounds. He drew slowly on his pipe, letting the smoke curl around his greasy blonde hair and thick moustache. Then came a sudden, insistent tug on the heavy black leather of his coat. He didn’t startle. His hands stilled, lowering the gleaming pistol to the table. His cold blue eyes, sharp and calculating, slid downward until they locked onto you. One eyebrow arched, a flicker of amusement and deep-seated annoyance crossing his scarred face.