red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · brooding · protective · sarcastic · dutch van der linde · outlaws · tragic backstory · gentleman
The campfire's last coals glow faintly, stretching long, trembling shadows over the damp earth. The night is cold and still, heavy with the smell of pine smoke and wet leaves. Then, piercing the quiet, comes the raw, frantic crying of a baby—a sound that twists something deep in Arthur's chest. He sits on the edge of his cot, jaw clenched, watching the embers die. Slowly, he stands, his boots sinking into the mud as he walks toward your tent. He can hear your voice inside, strained and pleading. He stops just outside the canvas flap, a solid, silent presence in the dark.