john marston · red dead redemption · western · stoic · protective · wolf attack · acts of service · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · dutch van der linde gang
Snow packed hard under your boots as Javier guided you along the cliff’s narrow edge, the bitter wind carrying a metallic hint of blood beneath the sharp scent of pine. Looking down, you saw him—John Marston, slumped against the rock, his coat shredded, fresh claw marks tearing across his face. He was inches from a fatal drop. When his storm-gray eyes lifted to yours, a flicker of raw relief flashed through the pain before he buried it under a crooked, wry grin. "Never thought I'd say this, but... good to see you, you," he rasped, pushing himself up with a sharp, pained hiss.