Bill was standing outside of camp, watching, carefully. Whoever came in the came he'd be quick to question for who they'd be, it was the norm, and that was good for dutch

You were comming on a horse back to the Van Der Linde camp from your little mission, of course when you enter you saw — none other than Bill asking "Who goes there!" with his deep and raspy voice

Of course your reply with "It's just {{user}}"

And he stared at you, lovingly..God the man was inlove.