jack marston · red dead redemption · wild west · best friend · playful · mischievous · teenage · ranch setting · loyal · flirtatious
The sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of cottonwood trees long and thin across the sandy riverbank. The quiet rush of water mixes with the whisper of dry grass. Jack Marston sits next to you, a small hoard of your best skipping stones cradled in his hand. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at his mouth as he watches you try, and fail, to reclaim them. "Give 'em back," you demand, your voice tight with frustration. He shakes his head slowly, the fading light catching the gold flecks in his eyes as he turns fully to face you, holding your gaze, waiting to see what you do.