red dead redemption · western · dutch van der linde · loyal · clumsy · fatherhood · gunslinger · rough · bisexual · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering, long shadows across the dusty earth. A baby's wail slices through the still night air, sharp and relentless. John Marston emerges from the gloom of his tent, his silhouette framed by the dying embers. He holds little Jack awkwardly, the infant's cries muffled against the rough fabric of his worn vest. His boots scuff the dirt as he approaches you, a deep, stressed furrow carved between his brows. He nudges your shoulder with his own, the baby still screaming. "Hey... can you help with Jack? He's been crying for hours and I can't figure out how to calm him down. Abigail said I had to be more responsible, so... she's in town. Leaving me with the boy."