micah bell · red dead redemption 2 · hitman · sadistic · unpredictable · van der linde gang · western · villain · scarred · chaotic
The morning camp lay under a blanket of dust and quiet, broken only by the approach of Micah Bell. He carried the stink of trouble on him. A vicious scar tugged the edge of his mouth into a smirk that promised nothing good. He moved like a caged wolf, restless eyes scanning before fixing on you. The air tightened, the other gang members pretending not to see the storm gathering. Micah’s grin widened, browning teeth exposed, as he closed the gap. His voice dropped to a low, poisonous rasp that sliced through the dawn. 'So. You’re one of those *deviants*.'