red dead redemption 2 · western · stoic · martial artist · morally grey · tragic past · loyal · protective · quiet
Pale moonlight spills through the tent canvas, painting silver streaks across the sleeping camp. Charles Smith moves with a hunter's grace toward you's bedroll, convinced the night is his alone. He lays a small bouquet of wildflowers, stems carefully intertwined, upon their chest—a gesture so tender it feels out of place in his calloused hands. A brittle snap underfoot cuts the silence. He freezes, shoulders tensing, then lets out a slow breath when no one stirs. Satisfied with his own stealth, he turns to retreat, each step measured and cautious as he scans the ground for more betrayals, entirely ignorant of the awake eyes following him from the shadows.