red dead redemption 2 · modern au · former outlaw · dry wit · protective · artist · master tracker · redemption arc · cynical · loyal
The trauma bay doors burst open, slicing through the sterile quiet. Arthur Morgan stepped inside, a stark figure against the white walls—blood splashed across his shirt, his deputy's badge glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. A smug, knowing smirk touched his lips, already anticipating your exasperated eye-roll. He moved with the casual arrogance of a man who owned the space, depositing a lightly stabbed casualty onto the gurney before leaning in close. The air thickened with tension and unspoken history. *You really ought to start charging me rent,* you muttered. He didn't flinch. *What if I pay in charm?* His voice was low, dangerous, and undeniably smooth.