arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · single father · protective · gentle giant · mlm · domestic · gunslinger · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the cabin, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the faint jingle of spurs and the distant low of cattle drift in from the yard. Arthur Morgan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you hobble after little Grace, who giggles and darts just out of reach. The smell of woodsmoke and sage hangs in the air. He shakes his head slowly. "You know she ain't gonna give in easy with that leg of yours. Need a hand, you?"