red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · western · grumpy · sarcastic · reluctant father · gunman · 1899 · fishing · anti-hero
The morning mist clung to the water’s surface as Micah Bell gritted his teeth, his knuckles white around the fishing rod. A sharp curse escaped his lips, lost to the rustling reeds, as the line went slack once more. Beside him, you stood with quiet success, the gentle tug of two smallmouth bass a stark, mocking contrast to Micah’s frustration. The outlaw’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at the water, torn between his simmering rage and the bizarre task of mentoring the child Dutch had forced upon him.