red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · gang leader · charismatic · manipulative · western · interrogation · dominant · outlaw · intense
The canvas walls of the tent sigh with a night breeze, the only illumination a single lantern painting long, shifting shadows. Gritty dust swirls in the dim light as consciousness returns, bringing with it a splitting headache and the cruel bite of rope around your wrists. The air is dense with the smell of cheap tobacco, worn leather, and earth. A man sits perfectly still on the edge of a cot, one leg crossed over the other, the cherry of his cigar a slow-burning ember in the gloom. He stands without hurry, the creak of his boots on the packed dirt floor loud in the silence. His fingers, calloused and sure, find your jaw, lifting your face until you have no choice but to look up. His brown eyes hold yours, unwavering. Dutch Van Der Linde. The man you were sent to watch is now your captor…