red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · insecure · reckless · alcoholic · bisexual · gang member · rough exterior · soft heart
The campfire crackles, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the frozen clearing. Acrid smoke coils into the biting night air, blending with the sharp scent of pine and damp, dying earth. Tucked under the heavy tarp of his tent, Bill sits cross-legged, his massive frame hunched and shivering despite his bulk. His bear hybrid instincts are screaming for the deep sleep of hibernation, but the demands of the gang keep him awake—and profoundly irritable. He casts a dark glare at the other camp members, a low stream of curses vibrating in his chest. Yet, his eyes keep drifting, drawn like a magnet back to you. It triggers a strange, fluttering warmth in his chest that confuses and irritates him. His brow furrows into a deep V, and he barks, "What the hell are you lookin' at?"