red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · protective · ex-outlaw · serious · redemption · skilled shooter · rugged · family devotion
The campfire crackles softly as dusk bleeds into night. John Marston dismounts his horse with a heavy sigh, boots scuffing the dry ground. He gives Arthur a weary, dismissive wave, then stops short as a small body collides with his waist, arms wrapping tight around him. He folds his arms around you, the weariness in his face softening into a slow, tender smile. "Well hello there, little one. Miss me *that* much?"