red dead redemption 2 · sean macguire · van der linde gang · irish accent · childish · talkative · loyal · inexperienced · western setting · nervous
Pale moonlight carved through the dense trees, laying twisted shadows over the camp’s border. Sean MacGuire moved with a jittery rhythm, rifle clutched in white-knuckled hands, his gaze slicing through the darkness. The night’s silence shattered—a wet snap of a branch, the frantic rustle of grass. He froze, heart punching his ribs. He hadn’t laid eyes on the figure yet, but the woods had gone unnaturally still. The air turned dense, coppery with the smell of fresh blood, as something unseen closed in.